2 comments/ 67209 views/ 6 favorites Day Strip Ch. 01 By: Colin Pearce Chapter 01: Outward Bound There were five of us who piled in the car on a hot Saturday in June. Cherry's boyfriend had been called into work and couldn't join us for the trip to the beach. Still, that meant we could all travel together, Sharon and Dave, Ryan and me - and Cherry. It was us girls in the back and the boys up front, with Ryan driving. Although we got caught up in traffic, no one really minded as we were having a great laugh! I can't remember how but we got on to talking about embarrassing incidents – mostly times when people had been caught in a state of undress or even having sex. I just about got the courage up to tell everyone about when my older sisters had spied on me masturbating to a picture of a naked man I had found when I was a teenager. They teased me mercilessly for weeks and threatened to tell my parents unless I did their chores and ran errands for them. Then Sharon confessed to having sex in the bathroom at someone's party with people banging on the door as she was taking so long for what she was supposed to be doing! That got the others talking about the most daring places they had made love: Cherry claimed hers was in sand dunes in broad day light and Dave and Sharon had had sex on the balcony of their honeymoon hotel bedroom. Ryan and I hadn't even made out in the back of a car so the most 'dangerous' place for us was probably the stairs in our own home! As we were exchanging tales of sexual mischief we turned into some motorway services. In the shop Dave bought a music quiz CD to play on the rest of the journey. I was quite relieved when everyone thought it would be a good idea as I was kind of embarrassed about the conversation we had been having - partly at the boldness of the others regaling us with their exploits and partly at not having much to contribute. Back on the road I was doing quite well in the first round of the quiz – most of the questions seemed to be about my era, the 80's, and apart from Ryan everyone else was probably a little young to remember much of what was popular back then. Then Dave said, "let's spice this up a bit – if anyone gets a question wrong they have to take something off!" I took it to be a joke and thought Sharon would tell him not to be silly or something. In fact she was enthusiastic about the idea. "Hey, yeah! That would be fun – as long as it's fair and we all have the same amount on." "I was enjoying the quiz as it was." I ventured. "That was 'cos you were winning." Cherry retorted; seemed like she was up for it too. Ryan added, "Which means you don't have much to worry about.", trying to ease my discomfort. "Well you're driving, you can't take anything off." I pointed out. "Ryan will have to be referee and we will get him next time!" Cherry suggested. Yes she was up for it. Sharon may have been getting cold feet, or may be she was trying to rescue me, and said "How about just down to what we would show off on the beech?" "Fine by me," Dave responded, "I'm already in my trunks." "But I wouldn't strip off in front of everybody." I objected. "Come on, Kay, your underwear covers up just as much as your bikini; let your hair down!" Sharon said - half encouragingly, half exasperatedly. I weighed things up quickly. I didn't want to be a killjoy and Ryan was right - on my performance so far it didn't look as though I would have to be divesting much. I still wished I had thought of putting on my swimming things before coming out... "Okay," I said, "bet you I'll have more clothes on at the end than any of you!" Excitedly everyone began totting up the items they were wearing. No one had much on, it was so hot, so sunglasses and jewellery were also counted in for five things each. Cherry's summer dress counted for two as well: she could take off the top half for one wrong answer and the skirt part for another. Sharon asked if she could have something count double that as she wasn't wearing a bra. "But we agreed that we would only go down to what we would be wearing on the beach." I said, wondering how that fitted 'the rules'. "Well, I will probably be going topless.". I couldn't think of a reply... At the end of the first round I had only lost my hair band, Dave had taken off his watch and shades, Sharon had also removed her glasses together with a necklace, but Cherry had come off worse with necklace, bracelet and a shoe gone. Round two and something dawned on me, the questions being asked were about successive years and the quiz was already at 1989. Soon I would be out of the era I knew. First to get a question wrong was Dave and off came his first shoe; then me and I removed my sunglasses. Cherry didn't seem to have a clue and lost her second shoe – another wrong answer would really count as she only had her dress, bra and panties left. The next one, thankfully, was the first she got right but the last answer she had to give was a wild guess and hopelessly wrong. Everyone looked to see if she was going to bottle out. I thought she would go for the bow at the back of her halter neck to undo it but instead she lifted herself off the seat, reached under her dress and pulled down her panties. As she deftly slipped them off her legs I complained that we had agreed to leave underwear on. "I think I will keep my modesty more if I keep my dress on and take these off!" she said, handing me a pair of small, slinky, completely see-through briefs. Again I couldn't think of a reply. A familiar musky smell wafted up from the panties and I had to resist the temptation to put them to my nose to confirm my suspicion – Cherry was getting turned on by all this. Meanwhile, in that round, Dave ended up without his shoes; just shorts and shirt to go. Sharon's left shoe was off with the right one, a 'T' and skirt remaining and me – having got another two wrong answers - with just blouse and jeans left. We were now into 1994 but mine was an easy one to start with. Dave fluffed and had to take his shirt off. Sharon's was harder and she didn't get it so lost her second shoe and Cherry was wrong again too. This time she did undo the halter neck and with a big breath she let the front fall to her waist. It revealed a bra that was as slinky and as sheer as her panties. Her breasts, with their red nipples were clearly visible through the material and everyone clapped and whooped their approval. She seemed chuffed with the appreciation and even did an awkward little wiggle of her chest at us before folding her arms over her body. This coy performance didn't cover what those nipples had given away: they were tautly erect - she was turned on. If I had been where she was sitting – on the outer seat behind Ryan - I would have been worried about what people may have been able to see if they were looking into the car as well as us sitting with her. May be she just hadn't thought about that - or perhaps that was what was exciting her After her Dave got one right and I was confident of my next answer being right and was astounded when the CD quiz master gave another song as the right one. I protested but Ryan said he had to accept the CD being right, so off came... what should I take off? My blouse and show off my bra clad breasts to anyone who might happen to gaze in the window to my side, or the skirt and just have thin cotton knickers between me and utter embarrassment? In the end I opted for unzipping my skirt and pulling it off, keeping my legs as close together as I could manage. Everyone else got the rest of their questions right, even Cherry, in that round. I hoped that that was it but there was at least one more to go – on to 2000. Although the others thought it was an easy one I got my first one wrong and the dilemma that had seemed so hard a few moments ago was totally irrelevant as now I had no choice. I unbuttoned the blouse, blushing the more of my cleavage I revealed, dropped it off my shoulders and removed it altogether. Although I was still in my underwear and not really showing off any more than my bikini would I was certainly not used to being in the presence of any man other than Ryan with so little on. And Dave was certainly letting his eyes take advantage of the situation. Could he see through my bra like we could through Cherry's? A quick look down so as not to draw attention suggested not, but I wasn't sure. Could he see the shape of my pussy lips against the my panties, or were my pubes visible outside the high cut legs? I decided not to look for myself but tried to cross my legs. There was just not enough room in the back though and I ended up opening up my legs to try to get one over the other. I'm sure Dave thought I had done it deliberately as his eyes bulged looking at my crotch. Perhaps he had lost concentration as he stumbled with his question and down came his shorts, leaving him in his trunks. The girls voiced their disapproval as they said he wasn't being as daring as they had to be, but he just pointed out that he was only abiding by the rules. Perhaps Sharon was hoping to get the quiz abandoned as she was facing a difficult choice if she didn't get her question right. Sure enough she didn't. I would probably gone for the skirt if I had been her, being more comfortable being in a top and knickers than removing the 'T' knowing I had no bra on. But that is what she chose; without a seconds hesitation it came over her head and her breasts bounced free. She was sitting in the middle so there was not much chance that she would be seen from outside, but it was still brazen. I could see Ryan trying to look at her – at them - in his mirror and she made no attempt to cover up either. Cherry faced her next question, but didn't even offer a guess, just sighed an "oh, well" kind of sigh and unhooked the flimsy bra at the back and lifted it over her head (it was halter like her dress). A van driver honked his horn at this and his passenger made a lewd gesture as though he was groping Cherry's breasts. She just waved back! Ryan sped away from them but she didn't seem bothered much by the unwanted attention. "One more round." Ryan called out. We were all down to what we had agreed at the outset – or less as there were two bare breasted women next to me – one with nothing but a dress half on that would fall down if she attempted to stand. I thought about quitting at that point but figured that if I won I would not have lost face and if I lost I could remind everyone of the rules and that would put an end to it. I lost; I thought I may have got the answer but I was way off. "Get your tits out Kay." Cherry taunted. "Yeah, let's see what you got!" Sharon joined in. I half expected such remarks from the men but these girls should have been helping me defend my honour! "I've gone as far as I said I would – we agreed 'down to what we would wear at the beech' and that is as far as I want to go." "Well, we have stripped down to what we will wear, and that means topless." Sharon replied. And Cherry added, "It's only fair." "I don't think it is, Cherry." "Well let's ask Ryan if it's fair," she responded, "he's the referee." "Is it ok that Kay gets to keep her bra on, even though she got the question wrong and Sharon and I have taken ours of?" I didn't know what I wanted Ryan to decide: a big part of me wanted him to say I should keep it on – I'd be vindicated, I'd keep my dignity. But there was this other part of me wanting him to tell me to take it off so that I could display my breasts as openly as the others but not have to take the responsibility for it. 'They made me' I could say; 'Ryan wanted me to bear my breasts in front of people.' It seemed an age before he gave his answer and what he said changed everything. "Kay, I would be proud if you did." He hadn't told me I had to but he gave me the permission I needed. Because he would be proud, this was no longer about dignity or embarrassment but confidence. I bought my hands up behind my back, undid the clasp and brought the straps down my arms. With a little flourish I whipped the cups from my breasts to reveal them and my nipples - as taut and erect as Cherry's - to all. The whoops and applause were for me this time. I leaned back in the seat making no attempt to cover up, relaxed enough to part my legs as I did so. I knew that anyone looking would have noticed the growing dark patch right below the spot where my pussy lips were outlined against my panties. I then did something that surprised everyone but seemed perfectly natural to me. I wound down the window and held my bra like a streamer out of it as we sped along. Then slowly... I... let... it... g o Day Strip Ch. 02 Chapter 2: At the Beach It had been a kind of surreal day. After what had happened in the car on the way down, stripping off down to just my panties and throwing my bra out of the window, it seemed like anything could happen – but I didn't know if I wanted it too. Cherry and Sharon went topless from the start even though no one else on the beach was. We went up in the sand dunes so as not to be near families or be really obvious. Some people did stumble across us; we had a few stares but no comments. I was not sure about it, bearing my breasts in front of friends was one thing, but... The other girls seemed to have no such qualms, confident in their bodies. Not only was Cheryl not wearing a top she had just a thong on. It was tight over her mound and emphasised her smooth buttocks. She looked stunning. Of course Dave and Ryan were enjoying the spectacle! And it wasn't just their eyes that got a treat. Dave put sun lotion on Sharon for her, massaging it into her legs, arms, back, buttocks and even, briefly, her breasts. I felt Ryan do the same to me as I lay on my front: the cool liquid on my lower leg and then his firm hands rubbing it in. He took his hands off to get more lotion and then started on the other leg, but then I felt his familiar touch on the thigh of the one he had started with. I looked over my shoulder – the hands stroking my left leg belonged to Cherry. It was very sensuous to feel both of them pampering me. The hands worked their way up my legs. Ever so gently they were eased apart so that my inner thighs could be 'done' too, right up to the crotch of my bikini bottoms. My buttocks too, with fingers pushing the material up slightly to ensure every bit was covered. Then the lotion was oozed out onto my back. I had undone my bikini top to avoid the strap mark that would spoil my tan and the hands flowed between each other up and down my spine, over the small of my back, down my sides, under my arms and fleetingly round the curve of my all but hidden breasts. Shoulders and arms too were deliciously coated, the hands brushing aside the straps of my top. Ryan asked me to turn over and a little awkwardly I got on to my back holding the top over my breasts. The hands massaged my hands; my arms were held out as the limbs were stroked and caressed and I drifted in the exquisiteness of the sensations. My arms were held out in front while the top was removed. More lotion was trickled onto my upper chest and rubbed over each breast. It was only when they were touched that I became conscious of what had happened: the natural progression of covering my body with the lotion and moving aside straps to do so led to the top being slipped off. In my rapture I just hadn't thought that my breasts were now bare for anyone coming by to see, in fact they were being, well, fondled in public. But I did not want them to stop. My breasts were being cupped and stroked and the erect nipples rubbed. The hands moved on though, down to my waist, where my navel became a pool of the oil. Fingers dipped in it then stroked my stomach, again pushing the material of the bottoms but this time a little more robustly so that they were pushed lower. I wondered if they might even have been pulled down – if they had I would not have been able to stop them I was so taken up by the amazing experience. Tips of fingers glided just under the elastic. How I wanted Ryan to go lower, to explore and find my pussy eager for his touch, to probe between the lips and caress my clitoris. The hands moved on again though to my thighs and I opened them up without any need of encouragement. The elastic edge of the bikini was followed around the legs as close to my pussy as was possible. I swear, one finger pushed under the costume is all I would have needed to have orgasmed right there. Instead the hands moved lower down my legs and the almost overwhelming feelings subsided, reluctant as I was for them to dissipate. Still, it was great to feel the sun on my breasts and relive the thrill of bearing them for the first time in front of people. Now anyone could ogle not just Ryan, or Sharon and Cherry, or even Dave. I couldn't stop think about that as I lay on my back in the sun. When someone did come into eyeshot of us I had to resist the urge to cover up and then congratulated myself when I managed to lie still even though I imagined tens of pairs of eyes fastened on my boobs. It wasn't just eyes, though, it was lenses too. I heard clicks and whirrs and opened my eyes to find Ryan taking photos of the three of us lined up in the sun. He even took a couple of close ups of my breasts. I was very glad that he had got himself a digital camera as I would not have wanted them to have gone to Boots! Later we took ourselves off for a swim. Cherry stayed with our stuff while Sharon and I donned our bikini tops to go into the sea with Dave and Ryan. We ran into the water, braved the cool water and dived in. Ryan came up close and we kissed passionately. "Still proud?" I asked. "Of course." he replied and grabbed my bum as if to emphasis how he felt. He thrust his hand inside my bikini bottoms almost dragging them off in his passion for me... Then Dave and Sharon shattered the moment by splashing us wildly! We swam and played tag, until Sharon suggested that we gang up on Dave and try to pull his trunks down – I was game. Swimming underwater behind him we struck! We managed to yank them down his thighs. Dave's first reaction was to grab his trunks, but soon decided that attack is the best form of defence and grabbed at our bikini tops. My breasts bounced free of the costume but he couldn't wrest it off me. Nevertheless it had the desired effect and I let go of his trunks to rescue it. Poor Sharon lost her top altogether, though. Hers did not have shoulder straps and the fastener at the back must have burst open. Dave came away with his trophy in his hand. Sharon tried to grab it back but he just threw it to Ryan. They played a game of 'piggy in the middle' using the top and of course every time Sharon jumped to catch it she flashed her boobs – which only encouraged them. Unfortunately it also encouraged some other bathers to take a closer look. I told Ryan that enough was enough and Sharon was able to put the top back on – at least she tried. Although it stayed on for a while as soon as she started swimming it was pulled off by the water. She bravely swam about, keeping her chest under water until we decided to head for the beach again. Thinking she would be safe without the water dragging it off Sharon just did the back up, but when she went to bend down to plunge her hand in a wave, off it snapped again. Right in front of a crowd of people! Her breasts were exposed to everyone's eyes while she retrieved the costume and fumbled to cover up again. She got a lot of wolf whistles, cat calls and several dropped jaws. I would have been so embarrassed! Sharon had to walk the rest of the way with her arms clamped tightly by her sides to prevent the same thing happening again. Good job she did as it pinged open again. But not too far from where our things were she passed a waste bin and threw the top in! The audacity! She shamelessly walked the remaining couple of hundred yards not even attempting to cover herself up. She just allowed her breasts to gracefully sway in the sun until she lay back down on her towel in the dunes. There we found Cherry still sun bathing. After drying ourselves off and topping up the sun block – rather more quickly this time than last - Cherry asked, "Can you put some of that stuff on me too?" Ryan and I were ready to oblige. Cherry lay on her back and I started doing her face while he began at her feet and worked his way up. I covered her arms and shoulders with the lotion and he was already beyond her knees. Cherry parted her legs so that he could easily reach to do her inner thighs. His fingers worked right up to the creases where leg met groin and followed the line of the thong over her hips. I moved to Cherry's breasts, trickling the cool liquid over the nipples before working it in. I wasn't watching my hands as much as Ryan's, though. His were on her belly and pushing down the fabric of the thong as he had done my bikini bottoms, only more so. The straps at the side were an inch or so below where they had started and Cherry's pubic hair was visible above the elastic where Ryan's fingers brushed through it as he continued to apply more lotion than was strictly necessary. Getting hot and bothered by this, in both a sexy and jealous way, I suggested Cherry turn over and rather than 'work' at the opposite end to my husband I decided I should be at her feet and move up with him. We did her calves then her thighs. She almost eagerly parted her legs so that we might stroke right up to her crotch and then smoothly over her buttocks. "Do under the straps, too," Cherry urged us; "I don't want any white lines". The thong wasn't as tight on her as it had been as Ryan had already edged it down when doing her front. He easily slid his fingers under the thin strip of material that went round Cherry's hip. I did the same and the movement of our hands pulled the tiny garment further down so that the top of the cleavage of her buttocks was visible. We kneaded her bum rhythmically so that her cheeks separated and came together. "That is so good." Cherry enthused. I slid a hand under the thong as we did so and pulled it away from her body. Her entire 'derriere' was open to our view and as Ryan continued to roughly massage her buttocks separated and showed us her arsehole (sorry, but I don't know a nicer word). It is such a private part of a person, I couldn't imagine anyone but my husband - or a doctor - looking at mine, yet we were staring at Cherry's on a beach. Ryan took the lotion and dribbled it between the cheeks; I held the thong to one side so he could get it down as low as possible. He then took his finger and ran it down her crack, to rub it in. That was as far as I wanted things to go, after all we were in a public place and this was my friend's arse Ryan was fingering so intimately. "I think we are being watched" I lied, and pulled the thong back up Cherry's bottom, to a moan from her that we had stopped too soon. "Where?" Ryan hissed. "Behind you: don't do anything sudden, just carry on..." We continued up Cherry's back. I intended finishing pretty quickly, but after a minute or so Cherry asked "Have they gone?" What should I say? If I said "no" there was a greater chance that one or other of them would look to see for themselves, but if I said 'yes' she might want our hands back on her bum... "They have turned round" I compromised. "Just keep doing what you are doing, please." Cherry asked us in an oddly urgent way, and with that raised her buttocks and squirmed her own hand inside the front of her thong. I could hardly believe what she was doing, "Cherry!" I exclaimed. "I can't help it... please, just carry on." We had both stopped, but despite our astonishment managed to resume putting lotion on her back. Several thoughts scooted through my head; I wanted to tell her to stop – what a thing to be doing in front of us! And what if anyone else saw? I was also relieved that we did not have to do anything more compromising ourselves. I felt almost sorry that we had got Cherry into this state and then left her high and dry. Most of all I felt, well, privileged that we could share in such an intimate moment. Cherry, meanwhile was concentrating on getting herself off. Her hips rolled and then humped against her fingers. Her legs stiffened and her buttocks clenched; she made an 'oooing' sound, then whispered "my cunt, my cunt..." as she drove her self to a climax. Eyes tightly shut, lost in her own sexual world, it was a strained "fuck, oh, fuck..." as she came. Of course we had both stopped rubbing her back, engrossed in what was happening. But once her body had relaxed our hands came to life again. "Thank you." Cherry told us. "That was wonderful!" Ryan replied in genuine appreciation of what she had allowed us to witness. I managed "hope you feel better now." my head still a whirl. I finished with what I hoped was not too perfunctory massage of Cherry's neck before sitting quietly on my own, contemplating the events of the day. I had never been party to anything nearly as sexy as that before and I had got very hot several times that afternoon. At times I felt almost out of control and had to check myself. I was worried that we might be seen, even that someone would get so offended that the police were called – alarmist perhaps, but my imagination was running on high octane fuel. I was also uncertain about the side of me that was emerging, a side that revelled in this openly sexual behaviour. Should I immerse myself in the strong, sensual pleasure built up in me or should I be scared of it? I didn't know so I had got as close as I dared then backed off, only to be enticed again and then shied off once more. I decided that I had done more than I was really comfortable with at that point and wanted to cool off. So although Ryan still wanted to be playful I backed away. Actually before long the sun started going down and it got a little chilly to be nearly naked outdoors so it was time to change, pack up and head home. Day Strip Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Coming Home It started to rain as we headed for the car and Ryan and Dave dashed for the front seats but Cherry protested that Ryan had been 'referee' in the quiz before, so he couldn't drive as it was his turn to answer questions on the way back. It wasn't until she snatched the keys away from him that he gave in and allowed her to drive. He came in the back between Sharon and me. Soon the CD was on and Ryan was answering like an expert - it was on his favourite era. "This is no fun." Cherry moaned, so I suggested that we put it on random so we got different topics. "You can't just keep firing questions at me until I get enough wrong, though!" Ryan complained. Cherry responded, warming to the role of referee herself, "Okay, just 10 – but you have to get the answers exactly right or off something comes." Ryan seemed pleased with the odds although the first question was about rap and he didn't have a clue. He took off both sandals, leaving a t shirt, belt, shorts and boxers as the other four items to go. Questions on Punk and the Beatles followed and Ryan had no trouble getting them right. He answered the next "Average White Band" and the CD's answer concurred, "The Average White..." "No," butted in Sharon, "It was 'The Average White Band, you missed the 'the'!" "That's not fair!" "Sharon is right Ryan, it has to be the exact answer." Cherry ruled. Realising that this was going to be unfair from now on Ryan tugged off his shirt, helped rather unnecessarily by Sharon. "In which year did Abba have the hit 'Dancing Queen'?" Unbeknown to Ryan Cherry used the fingertip controls on the steering column to move the track on. The answer came in before he had a chance to think. "Too slow!" she pronounced. "What! No way..." Ryan spluttered, but Sharon was unbuckling his belt for him already. In protest he refused to help – but he didn't stop her either. No matter how he answered now Ryan was going to end up without any clothes, so rather than let Sharon unzip his shorts and get her hands too close to his precious "jewels" (as I nickname them) I undid them, and he just let me. Sharon assisted in pulling them from under his bum and down his legs. Obligingly he stepped out of them. The final 'wrong' answer inevitably came, but I hesitated – do I really want my husband exposing himself in the back of a car? Too late, Sharon yanked the elastic at the front of his boxers and there was his semi-hard penis on show. She didn't have to struggle to get them all the way down either as Ryan lifted himself off the seat to make it easier for her, and I helped from my side too. Cherry had angled her mirror so she could see what was happening on the back seat and she and Sharon cheered at the sight. "Wow, Kay, you had better see to that cock before Sharon does!" Cherry laughed. She may have thought it was a joke but looking at Sharon staring at it open mouthed I wasn't sure she did. Half to cover my own embarrassment and half to stop any other advances I cupped a hand over Ryan's penis – but it was becoming progressively stiffer and I couldn't hide it. "Come on Ryan, time to get your clothes back on..." I urged, noting that he didn't seem in any great hurry himself. "Oh no you don't!" Sharon responded, and she gathered the pants and shorts, throwing them into Dave's lap in the front. He then pushed them down into the foot well. "The only way you are going to stop that erection being the centre of attention is to make it go down, Kay!" I heard Cherry declare from the front. I had become aware of that myself and the familiar inner turmoil of wanting to do something highly erotic tussling with the shock of doing something as lewd as making my husband ejaculate in front of people rose up as sharply as ever on this trip. I looked at Ryan's eyes for some help, thinking he would find a way out of this. He mouthed the word "please" to me and once again my world changed. My hand moved from covering Ryan's balls and dick as much as I could to wrapping my fingers around the shaft and slowly stroking it, up and down. Sharon audibly gasped. I moved quicker and a drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip. The skin felt dry from the sand and salt on the beach and I felt the urge to coat it with my saliva to make it slicker to my touch. Could I do such a coarse thing? I thought of how I had turned from being a demure woman this morning into what my mother would have called "a hussy": the kind of person who showed her "charms" off in broad daylight and allowed her tits to be fondled on the beach. I thought it was now only a small step from hussy to slut. I pulled my arm out of the seat belt, leant over and put the head of my husband's cock in my mouth. Sharon's gasp became a squeal of delight as I sucked it. Ryan just laid back and took whatever I wanted to do, the more I built up a rhythm the louder he moaned. I felt hands tug at my blouse, up my back and over my head. Did someone want to shroud this lewd act? No, the pulling continued, straining to free my breasts. A button burst off in the attempt and I had to undo another to save it from going the same way but finally my breasts were bare, my bra having been discarded earlier. The collar and cuffs of my top had to be freed from my neck and wrists but I allowed the hands to unbutton them. Lifting my head so the whole thing could be pulled free I saw the hands were not Ryan's but Sharon and Dave's: he had turned round in the front seat to help strip me, and no doubt, to get a better view. If I was going to be a slut I was going to be a good one, I then did something that felt perfectly in keeping with my new persona but shocked the hell out of the others: I unbuckled the seatbelt, undid the buttons of my jeans and pulled them and my knickers down. In a less than graceful move I struggled in the space I had behind Cherry's seat to get them off, but finally managed it. For the first time since my breasts started to bud as a young girl I was naked in front of a man other than Ryan. "Kay!" spluttered Dave. "You're not going to..." his wife said incredulously. I was going to... I swung my leg over Ryan and reached underneath me to hold his dick so I could impale myself on it, only to find another hand already there. It is funny what goes through your mind but at first I thought 'that's nice of Sandra to help me out!' It wasn't until her hand was squirming out from between us that the less generous idea of "she's a bitch for getting hold of my husband's cock!" sprung to my mind. I sunk down on Ryan and felt my vagina filling with his thick cock. I pressed my breasts against his chest and rode him. No matter how I tried I couldn't grind my clit against him in that position, though, so I leant back as far as I could to finger myself. "Get down, people can see you!!" I heard Cherry call. Opening my eyes I saw for a split second that a car close behind contained a couple staring wide eyed at me before I ducked down. I felt Cherry speed away as I pushed my tits into Ryan's face. I allowed him to suck on each nipple in turn until Cherry gave 'the all clear'. Sharon suggested that she stop the rear wiper to let the rain obscure the view and it came to rest. I resumed my upright position, rocking my hips to stimulate my G spot with Ryan's dick and rubbing my clit at the same time. Sharon could hardly contain herself, almost shrieking and griping Ryan's arm as we screwed. "This is so sexy... you are actually fucking... that is so brave..." "Shut up Sharon and let them get on with it!" Dave cut in. With that she found another way to express her arousal: she lifted her T Shirt and began pinching her nipples, quite hard I thought. Intermittently she flicked them with her fingers. To make sure Ryan's attention was on me I lifted his hands to my breasts (up to now he was submissively taking all that was being done to him) and he fondled them while I continued to frig myself. Dave had lowered the back of his seat and leant over it to get a better cop at what was happening behind. All this attention was making me feel wild with sexual abandon. Coming closer I began to moan loudly, but Sharon was actually making more noise than me! Open mouthed, staring at Ryan and me, she was in a high state of excitement and playing with her tits was not enough. She had her skirt up round her waist but with Dave's chair back like it was she couldn't get her knickers down so with two hands she stretched and tore at the fabric until she ripped a hole in them to delve inside and masturbate furiously! The sights, the sounds and especially the feelings – of Ryan's cock up my fanny, my fingers manipulating my clit and his hands squeezing my tits – were sending over the edge, and I wanted everyone to know. "I'm cumming, fuck me Ryan, fuck me you beast, give me your spunk..." I don't know if it happened on purpose or by accident but the wiper swished across the back window at that point. It revealed a young couple in a sports car, or rather it revealed me to them, but I was passed caring. "Shoot your spunk... shoot... I'm gonna cum" Seconds later he let out a load, throaty growl and let his seed spurt inside me. That was it, my fingers to picked up speed and the wild pulses of a fantastic orgasm surged through me. "Yeeeesss!" I screamed, bouncing as much as space would allow on the prick that skewered my cunt. All the time Ryan was squeezing my tits so hard I thought they would ache afterwards. Eventually he let go, his energy spent and I collapsed on top of him. Soon the sports car sped by honking its horn! They missed something though as we were roused by the struggles going on beside us: Sharon had managed to get out from behind Dave's chair, which was now leaning further back than before, and she was climbing over him head first. She straddled the head rest and lowered her fanny on to his willing mouth. At the other end she worked to release his cock from his pants. Soon her mouth set to work too. With Ryan's spunk dribbling out of my pussy I turned round and sat on his lap – it was our turn to enjoy a show: to see better I lifted Sharon's skirt over her waist. Dave's head arched forward to stick his tongue through the hole Sharon had made in her panties and he swirled it around the lips of her pussy, over her clit and dipped it into her cunt. As her knickers still obscured the view I reached over, took hold of them and pulled them apart, ripping the material right up to the elastic; now her whole arse was on view! Sharon hardly seemed to react, concentrating as she was on her husband's cock. She was being aided and abetted by Cherry whose left hand was holding her by the hair and pulling her up and pushing her down the shaft. Dave, on the other hand seemed to get very animated by my intervention. He tried to tear Sharon's knickers apart, when that failed he started slapping her arse; she whimpered in complaint with each smack of his hand but didn't lift her head from his loins. Dave then turn his attention to his wife's skirt pulling it down over her buttocks by the waist band, but of course it was too tight. That didn't bother him though he was going to force it. Clearly it wasn't going to work and could have dug into Sharon's hip so I took matters into my hands again, undoing the fastner and zip. Even then it wouldn't slide down her splayed legs. There was nothing for it but to wrench the garment apart, so I pulled it either side of the zip. The teeth dug into my fingers and I couldn't get enough of a grip but when Ryan lent over to help and Dave held on to the skirt on his side it finally gave way. It tore up the side of the zip and down to the hem. It was a little difficult to get the last threads undone at the top but I managed to do it and the skirt just fell away leaving Sharon naked from the waist down, save the remnants of her shredded knickers. Sitting back down I felt Ryan guide me onto his rejuvenated dick: it slipped easily up my slick fanny, where I felt it throb and twitch. Dave now set to work on Sharon's top, tugging and twisting it with both hands. It pulled on her neck and she grunted her discomfort. There was a small 'V' cut at the sides of the shirt, on the hem and Cherry managed to pull it round enough to allow Dave to get hold of it either side. With his cock about to gush in Sharon's mouth he yanked on the garment with as much effort as he could. With Cherry pulling against him the seam finally gave way, ripping half way up the side. One final tug and the shirt split right up to the arm. The ripping sound coincided with Dave's dick spasming and shooting its load down Sharon's throat. With eyes closed she continued to pump the spurting rod that was fucking her mouth, swallowing as much of the fluid it squirted there as she could. She rode out the rough treatment her clothing and mouth sustained until Dave finally stopped bucking into her and let go of the top. He collapsed back against the chair, but Sharon now wanted her turn. Moving backwards Sharon slid her fanny back to Dave's mouth. He sucked and licked at it but she couldn't stop herself from rocking her hips and he kept losing contact, so she lowered herself further and rubbed herself against him. What he did with his tongue no longer mattered; she was using his face to masturbate on. I feared that Sharon would suffocate him but every so often she lifted herself up and Dave gulped for air. We could see his face glisten with her juices in the lights before she ground her fanny back on it. Building up to a frenzy Sharon moaned and panted hard and I could feel my own orgasm rising within me too. She groped her breasts through her T shirt until she got hold of the V neck and wrenched at it. After two or three tugs the material tore from the bottom of the V down to her navel. Pulling it a part, Sharon twisted and pulled on her nipples in the lights of oncoming cars until she cried out her climax. She scuffed her cunt over her husband's face as she convulsed in the throws of a strong orgasm. The erotic sight and sound, even the smell of the sex she and Dave gave each other took me to the point of cumming and feeling Ryan once more ejaculate in my pussy pushed me over. "You're such a bitch, Sharon!", I blurted as the orgasm shuddered through me. "You slut, Kay, you dirty slut!" she replied, smiling. It sounded like the best compliment I had ever been given. "What a show!" Cherry enthused once we had all collapsed in sexual exhaustion. "Steve's going to get no sleep tonight I can tell you..." We slowly got ourselves back in some semblance of order; Sharon and I sat back in our seats and Dave wound his back to an upright position. Clothes were returned to rightful owners and put back on – except for Sharon, whose clothes had all been reduced to tatters. She was left with little more than her shoes to get out of the car with. The best we could come up with was to wrap her in a beach towel, but she said that she might just manage by holding her skirt and T shirt together for the short walk back to the front door. Out she got a short while later and we watched as the shirt fell off her shoulders as she walked up the steps to her house and the skirt dropped to the floor on the door step. Naked she stood and waved us off. Cherry pulled up at her apartment block and we said goodbye. "What I day." I said, I can't believe everything we did..." "Well, look at it this way," she said, "at least you will have something to say when people tell stories about risky places they have had sex, now!" That was certainly true – although I might not be able to bring myself to reveal everything I did. Even here.