0 comments/ 191463 views/ 7 favorites Over Exposure! By: xxxkittenxxx Jack was doing a photography module as part of his course. He had asked Kim to model for his project so they were taking the train to London; they were to be outdoor pictures of Kim at various tourist attractions. When had had asked Kim, she had immediately agreed, she owed him a favour, not to mention that she really fancied him! He had big chocolate brown eyes that made your stomach flutter with every blink of his really long eye lashes, that man was impossible to say no to! It was really early in the morning; Kim yawned. ‘Jack, tell me again, what is the general theme for these pictures?’ ‘I said already, the idea is to take typical tourist snaps, but with an edge.’ ‘An edge?’ ‘Yeah, like concentrate on something in the photo you wouldn’t normally, use unusual compositions, different lenses. Look at snap shots from a new... angle.’ He pointedly shook his paper to tell her he didn’t want to talk anymore. ‘So why do you need me?’ She was persistent. ‘I need someone to pose. Make them look like holiday snaps.’ ‘I see, and what’s in the bag?’ She pointed to the big bag on the seat next to him. ‘Equipment and props.’ With that he disappeared behind his paper and Kim was left to read her book. Half an hour later they stepped off the train in London. ‘Let’s go get some breakfast, and you can get changed,’ Jack pointed to the bag he was holding, gesturing her clothes were in there. ‘Changed? Couldn’t I have just worn them here, save you carrying them round?’ ‘You’ve got more than one outfit babe,’ He was laughing. ‘I see.’ She didn’t understand what was so funny though.... After they had finished breakfast in a small cafe near Trafalgar Square Jack put a carrier bag on the table. ‘Your first outfit.’ She looked inside the bag, from what she could see the clothes looked nice. She picked up the bag and went to the toilets to change. Once in the small room that passed as the cafe’s unisex toilet, she began to pull the clothes out of the bag. Throwing off her own trousers she pulled on the skirt he had given her. It was a short, tight black skirt; similar to something you could wear to an office. She noticed that her had put a bra in the bag, she looked at the label, it was the right size, 34DD, he had done his homework! She put the bra on; it was a really nice one, black and lacy. Judging by her enhanced cleavage it was definitely a push-up bra too! She wondered why he had given her a bra when she was wearing one, but before long this thought had passed out of her mind and she was putting on the pale blue silk shirt that he had given her. She had to admit he had good taste in clothes, the shirt contrasted beautifully with her olive skin. One thing he hadn’t got right was the fit though, the shirt was too small and the couple of buttons around her breasts strained a little. It was passable though. The final items in the bag were a pair of black high strappy sandals. She folded her own clothes and put them in the bag. He had paid for breakfast and was waiting for her when she came out. They both thanked the waitress and left. Kim noticed she was getting some admiring glances, the outfit obviously made her look pretty hot! She realised the outfit was a long way from her usual wardrobe but she found she was enjoying the extra attention she was getting, it was very flattering. ‘Right, I figure we go to Trafalgar Square now then. Are you ready?’ He turned to look at her. ‘Yeah, let’s do it.’ As they walked to the square she was surprised at how busy it was already, but then it was mid-summer - high tourist season, and it was a beautiful day, people were obviously making the most of it. She followed him over to the steps at the other side of the busy square. ‘Right, if you stand against this wall here, he gently took her bag of her shoulder and edged her towards the wall, positioning her exactly where he wanted her. ‘Put one arm on your hip and look towards that building,’ he stepped back as she did what he said. ‘Uh huh, that’s good.’ He quickly got his camera out and began snapping shots in her direction. ‘Right, now let’s go to the statue,’ he pointed to the middle of the square. It was very busy but Kim didn’t feel at all nervous or embarrassed, loads of people were having their photo taken next to the statue, she would be unbelievably in place. She followed him over to the statue noticing that he had put her bag inside of his to keep it safe. ‘If you lean against the statue, maybe put your arms up horizontally and rest them against the ledge,’ she did as he instructed. She noticed that as she did this it pushed her chest out and the buttons on the soft shirt strained even more, she wasn’t convinced that they would hold. He began to take photos, getting closer and closer to try different angles. When he reached her he knelt on the floor and took a shot from the ground. She realised this was an unusual pose, her breasts would look huge from that angle, she wasn’t even convinced he could see her face from there! He let go of the camera and it hung on the strap around his neck. ‘Look Kim, I know this is going to sound weird, but could you undo the top 3 buttons of your shirt? The two over your chest are really straining and it’ll look really odd from this angle,’ he saw her hesitate, ‘I’ll be really quick, and you won’t even be able to notice from this angle.’ ‘Well OK, if you’re quick.’ Kim nervously looked around then undid the top button of her blouse. The neckline was quite low anyway, and undoing the top button meant that her bra was only just hidden! She looked at him again and he nodded, so she continued with the next two buttons. The shirt was flimsy and as she undid the last button the material fell away revealing a large portion of the area between her breasts, as it was a push-up bra this was quite a view, and quite a lot of her bra was showing too. However she realised that this wouldn’t be visible from the angle on the floor and resumed her pose to have the photos taken quickly. He began snapping away. She wished that he would hurry up, she was starting to feel a little uncomfortable and knew she was getting a few too many glances to her chest. ‘This is great, Kim.’ Jack carried on clicking away as he stood up; he was only inches from her chest and was still taking photos, of her chest! ‘Oih, stop!’ She giggled, putting her hand in front of the camera. ‘I’ll have to have those negatives, and destroy them! ‘I’ve got a better idea,’ he was still being completely serious, not reciprocating her giggles at all. ‘No, this is great, exactly what I’m looking for.’ She removed her hand and let him carry on. She was so stunned when he reached forward and quickly undid the last two buttons on her blouse that she didn’t think to cover herself. The shirt fell to her sides revealing her glorious chest. Jack carried on taking photos, stepped back to get some of the scene, Kim in a very raunchy bra in the middle of a busy Trafalgar Square! Before long Kim realised what she should do and covered herself up. ‘Jack!’ she walked towards him, ‘don’t do that again! Give me that film now, so I can destroy it!’ It was her turn to be serious.’ ‘No, now you listen to me. In my bag I have your train ticket home, your wallet and your phone. Unless you do exactly as I say today I’m going to leave you here, and not only that, I will put copies of these photos in every conceivable place! All over Uni, on the Internet, to your friends, your family, you see? I don’t think you have a choice. Shall we carry on?’ Kim gulped. He had her; there was nothing she could do. ‘What, erm, what will you do with these photos?’ ‘No one will see them, you have my word. They will be for my private collection.’ She had no choice to believe him and do as he said; slowly she turned round to resume her pose against the base of the statue. This time she opened her arms to rest them on the high ledge behind her and let the shirt fall to her sides. She remained straight-faced as he clicked away; moving closer to get shots of her breasts. She was so embarrassed; she had never been this naked in public before and didn’t appreciate all the looks she was getting. He was close enough now for her to hear him, ‘That’s great, now if you could lever yourself up and sit on the ledge that would be great.’ She turned and hoisted herself up, not in the most dignified way she realised, but flashing a bit of leg was the least of her worries. He came towards her and hoisted her skirt up around her waist. She felt the cold stone on her ass and, despite herself, felt herself getting hot and wet. He put his hands between her thighs and pushed her legs apart. She didn’t resist as he modeled her so that her panties were clearly on display. He began to take more photos, close up of her panties, her bra, ‘Now lean forward more, putting your arms on either side of your legs, that’s it, now push your arms together.’ he did as he asked and he took more photos of her, stepping back to get more of the whole scene, bewildered tourists and all. She looked around and noticed that a lot of people were hanging around, risking glances in her direction, trying to be subtle. Amazingly she found herself being turned on by the whole situation, she knew that the close up photos would definitely show a wet patch on her panties. Jack had noticed that was turned on too, her nipples were hard and erect though her bra, he knew he could take it to the next stage. He walked towards her, ‘Take off you panties.’ ‘But...,’ she tried to protest, but it was no good. She saw by the look in his eyes that he was serious. ‘Oh OK.’ She sighed as she lifted her ass off the stone and pulled them down her legs. ‘Stop, leave them there,’ they were halfway down her calves, she let go and they dropped to her ankles, ‘That’s perfect.’ He began snapping again, ‘I want you to pull your skirt higher, bunch it up so it’s completely around your waist.’ She did as he asked and felt the cool breeze on her bare pussy. ‘Now your legs, I want them further apart.’ Again she complied, she knew that if there ever had been a point of return, she was way past it now. More people had gathered near her, everyone trying not to notice her, but trying to look at the same time. ‘That’s great Kim, now if you just undo the front fastener of you bra,’ she breathed in the did as he asked, as she undid the bra it fell to her sides, releasing her heavy round breasts for everyone to see. People weren’t even pretending not to look now, everyone was staring at her erect nipples and glistening pussy and then was nothing she could do. She was totally exposed, totally vulnerable, and totally turned on... Jack seemed to take photos endlessly, she could see he was really enjoying his power over her by the hard-on that was straining through his trousers. ‘Right Kim, now I want you to listen carefully,’ he had walked nearer to her to whisper in her ear. ‘You are going to make yourself come, right here.’ He picked up her left hand from her side and placed it on her left breast, pressing her fingers around her hard nipple. ‘I promise you, do this and you can get dressed again.’ he had a satisfied look on his face as he moved her other hand between her skirt, then nodded at her to check he had her agreement. She didn’t need any encouragement. She began pulling on her nipple hard, until it began to hurt. She was really wet, so when she pushed a finger towards her pussy, it slid easily in, she began working it in and out. At first she felt unsure of what she was doing, she was raised slightly above the gathering crowd and she wasn’t sure she could do this in front of so many watching eyes. Many of the tourists had also got their cameras out now, taking photos of her. But before long it began to feel so good she began to hump her hand, raising her hips to meet her fingers. She removed her hand from her breast and began to rub her clit, she knew she was coming soon. She closed her eyes and raised her head towards the sky, despite all the people around her all she could hear was the clicking of cameras before her own orgasmic screams drowned out any sounds. She opened her eyes and looked around. Everyone was shuffling uncomfortably and walking away from Kim. She giggled to herself, ‘I take it I can get dressed now?’ ‘Sure, I think you deserve a break.’ Jack couldn’t stop grinning; he couldn’t believe what she had just done! ‘A break? There’s more?’ Kim was sounding unsure again, as great as it had been she was beginning to feel embarrassed, and was very glad to be buttoning up her shirt and pulling her skirt down. ‘Just you wait babe, just you wait...’ Over Exposure and Fantasy There's just something special about a spring day out in the country. That's where I am now, sitting comfortably and typing on my iPhone. It's the kind of day where I didn't really need to build a fire. I did so anyway because I love the sounds it makes, sending a hot draft whistling up the chimney to join with the song of the swirling breezes outside. It reminds me of the times I had growing up here and while I don't spend as much time away from the city as I'd like to, I come out here just to sit and daydream every chance I get. I left rural life, as many young people did around here, for a chance at an education. I couldn't have been any greener in the ways of the world outside of farm life. I had good grades and was easily accepted into the University. It was a place referred to in hushed tones of reverence out in these parts. Trouble was, once I got there, I was always looking over my shoulder, waiting for someone to point and yell, "Fraud! This hick doesn't belong!" Oh brother, how green I was. I moved into an apartment just before classes started. It was the second cheapest place I could find. That's always been my policy; don't go for the worst. This second worst place suited me just fine. It had lots of antique character and charm others might have written off as dilapidation. "Whatever, their loss," I said to myself as I got the last of my things moved into the place. I had just the basics, mind you, nothing fancy. My favorite things were the antique bed and armchair. They fit right in with the claw foot bathtub and old hot water radiators. The place started looking eerily like a time warp had taken place, except for an old throw away TV set I had rescued from the dump. That thing just looked depressing. I found that, for the first time in my life, I enjoyed going to school. I especially liked seeing the beautiful females that were all around the campus. The warm weather stuck around longer than usual that year and the young ladies wore things that made me ache to touch them. Instead I just worshipped from afar. I learned early on not to get caught staring. It wasn't like looking at the girls in the magazines; these women could look back at you. But what heterosexual man could resist looking? They wore things like gleaming black satin pants, leather mini skirts with nylons underneath along with sexy high heels and many sported big, bouncy breasts with lots of cleavage showing. All their eye appeal and fragrances kept me in a merciless and constant state of arousal. I remember walking behind one woman who had an outrageously sexy set of legs and derrière stuffed into a tight leather mini skirt. She took lengthy and confident strides with her long, muscular legs. Her broad hips swiveled and swayed provocatively, causing her big, impressive buttocks to rotate and flex under her sinfully taut skirt. My erection grew as I walked along behind her and watched intently. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, keeping time with the click clack of her high heel shoes, echoing their way down this outdoor corridor. Her wildly erotic scent filled my sinuses and caused my erection to strain with even more insistence. I imagined what it would feel like to have my hard rod between her thighs as she walked. I wanted so badly to shoot my hot cream all over her pantyhose encased crotch and inner thighs. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so aroused. I wondered if she heard my footsteps behind her and if she had any idea how hard she was making me down there. When I would later fantasize about her, what would send me over the edge was her icy indifference to me and my engorged penis and all of my sexy intentions towards her. In my fantasy, she would be impossible to arouse, even after having me perform oral sex on her. I had always had a strong urge to put my lips and tongue to a woman's sex organs, even before learning that normal people did such things. She would then stand up, slide the hem of her skirt back down and laugh at my attempts to please her. When I imagined her bending over to pick up her bullwhip I would always orgasm and the fantasy sequence would be over. I wasn't aware of strap on sex back then but I'm sure if I had been, she would have been wearing a big squirting phallus in the fantasy as well. The weather turned cold in mid November and, although I now felt more at home in my apartment, I didn't feel comfortable masturbating there. I enjoyed the build up of sexual tension during the week and would only release it during my weekend stays at the farm. When a blizzard struck the city, I was stuck there for the weekend for the first time with no self induced climax in my plans. It was definitely warm in the apartment, all too warm in fact. The old timey boiler in the building's basement was overactive, causing me to start sleeping nude for the first time ever. I even walked around the apartment nude. I quickly learned not to handle sharp knives or fry bacon while nude, however. I became more accustomed to the sight of my naked body and almost answered the door nude a couple of times. The steam heat I was now living with was easing my back tension and my flexibility was the best it had ever been. When I was a kid at the farm, we had a bathtub but no running water. Want water? Go pump it then. Want hot bath water? Start a fire and heat it up. I had never sat in a bathtub full of hot water before and it felt great. Being alone and unsupervised had changed me. Besides being happily naked most of the time, I had put on some muscle. I could eat as much as I felt like eating and my scrawny form had filled out. My penis had gotten much thicker and longer lately too. I was growing more chest hair also. It was like a second puberty was taking place. Maybe it had something to do with my constantly high level of repressed sexual energy, maybe not. Who knows? That weekend I spent in the city was one of deep snow and low temperatures. I walked to the corner store and got quite a chill in me by the time I returned. I opened my apartment door and was, once again, instantly shrouded by a cloud of steam. It's funny how I would forget about the boiler that still wasn't fixed. In I went and immediately got out of my clothes. I went straight to the bathroom and started filling the tub. While this was going on, I walked over to the window to see if maybe I could open it. Nope, damn, stuck as usual. I had a curtain across the bottom half of the window so I wasn't worried at all about exposing myself to the world outside. I'd often stand there and watch the traffic go by, absent-mindedly rocking my hips, causing my cock and balls to brush heavily against my legs. There, once again, I stood watching the world outside pass by. A bus stopped at the traffic light below. I could see the curly blonde hair and red lips of a very beautiful young woman passenger, visible through the one bus window that was currently frost free. This inspired me to take a closer look and I stepped closer to my window. My bare cock pulsed in response to the sight of her and swelled to an impressive size but didn't become fully erect. Just as I raised up on my tip toes she turned her head and looked up towards me. Her eyes flew open and her hand covered her mouth. I thought, "What's the big deal?" Apparently she had seen something that she felt was a big deal because she started motioning to her friends on the bus. Four girls were now crowding to the bus window, all looking up wide eyed in my direction. I thought there must be something of great interest happening in front of my building so I stepped up to my window as closely as possible so I could see what was causing all the fuss down below. I felt my the head of my long, heavy and nearly erect but still swinging member touch glass. The bus rocked sideways as the young ladies on the bus jumped in their seats and started screaming and pointing. To this day, I swear that I could hear the sound they made, a mixture of screaming and howling of female laughter as the bus pulled away. The high humidity in the place had very recently disintegrated the curtain covering the bottom half of my window, not that I had noticed until now. It was in a state of shambles, as was my nervous system. My stomach lurched as I stumbled back, away from the curtain that had betrayed me and exposed my most private of parts. The tub was nearly overflowing. I felt numb as I stepped into its soothing, almost too hot water. I lowered myself in and watched the water cresting to the top of the tub's perimeter. An eddy current formed around the tub's overflow fitting. Watching the swirling water mesmerized me and I relaxed. I couldn't stand that my bare manhood had been so recently and completely exposed and leered at. I reached down between my legs to grip my cock shaft. It didn't feel like it was completely mine anymore after having made its public debut. I felt it stiffening in my hand. This annoyed me. After being so embarrassed and humiliated, I wanted to ignore, or better still, be in control my erections. I got tired of sitting in the tub with its now cooler temperature. Rising up out of the water, I felt very relaxed and loose but also strangely heavy and unbalanced. I sat on the edge of the tub and tried to pull the chain connected to the tub's drain plug with my toes while reluctantly stroking my hard sex shaft. Of course, the chain had to break. "Oh, what a day," I mumbled as I groped around in the soapy water,looking for the chain's end. I ended up in an awkward position as I leaned forward, stretching to reach down into the soapy water. Oddly, I felt something touch my chin. What was even more odd was that I felt something touch the tip of my penis at the same time. I raised my head in curious surprise, sizing up the situation. I had, for the time being, forgotten about the window incident. Now I had a real interesting predicament to ponder. Feeling oddly detached and more like a man of science than a sex starved twenty something, I ducked my head down towards my bulging sex organs. My nose made contact with my pinkish glans easily, with no straining whatsoever. I immediately pulled back and dropped my head to my lap again. This time I allowed my erect penis to brush along the underside of my chin as I I lifted my balls and found that I could also touch them to my nose. I sat upright and looked straight ahead. I felt like I had butterflies in the pit of my stomach as it occurred to me now, a certain something I could do next, that was a very real possibility. I squeezed my still slippery and wet thighs together and leaned back. This caused my freshly washed cock and balls to stand up invitingly above my flexing thigh muscles. It had been days since my last fantasy fueled climax and I had began pre-coming already. I asked aloud, as if to no one,"Should I do this? Should I suck my own cock?" My stiff member pulsed strongly, as if to answer my question for me. I looked cautiously around the room, as if someone might be watching me. I lowered my head until my lips touched the end of my member. I sat up quickly. I realized that I had, in effect, just kissed a penis. Even if it was my own, I felt a strong sense of guilt just then which only worsened when I found a drop of clear pre-come on my lower lip. I shamefully wiped it away and washed my face thoroughly before going to bed. I couldn't sleep that night. I was in an urgent state of needing sexual release. Thinking about those young women on the bus viewing my swelling penis bothered me but my thoughts of committing auto felatio bothered me more. The bedsheets caressed my naked skin and inflamed my need for sexual release. I writhed around, trying to deny all my pent up sexual energy. Even if I did fall asleep now, all I would do is have sex dreams and the come I had now stored up would make for a messy wet dream. I grew more sleepy as the time passed, watching the traffic light's changing colors wash across my bedroom's interior. I fell asleep eventually and dreamt I was one of the ladies that had seen my sizable semi erection in the window. I was now the curly haired blonde arousing herself while imagining sucking and stroking a stranger's come filled, erect cock. In my dreaming, I became semi lucid. I knew I was dreaming but could control my actions. I felt up my breasts and stroked my curvy thighs and highly rounded derrière. I imagined closing my red lips around that mushroom shaped glans and started rubbing my...cock? How could I imagine playing with my pussy? I'd never felt one before. The logic flaw in the dream woke me up, luckily, as I was very close to climaxing. I didn't want to have to wash my sheets again so soon so I considered the possibility of sucking myself off just to get it over with. "Once the first time is over, I can live with the shame," I told myself, convincingly, although I still had my doubts. I positioned my hips over my face with my sex organs trapped firmly between and somewhat behind my legs. I could still back out and know that I had successfully resisted acting on my urges. I liked my pubic hair brushing against my face and I sucked and licked at the flesh of my thighs. I tried to pretend a woman was doing all this, causing me to shiver with lust. I couldn't help but wonder what performing oral sex on myself would feel like. My resolve weakened. My erection slapped against my face as I allowed my legs to part. I humped and prodded at my cheeks with my hard on. My hands gripped my buttocks, steering my hips in lustful motions. I turned my head from side to side, avoiding oral contact with my hard and wanting cock. I finally had to admit to myself that the velvety head of my sex staff would feel very nice against my lips. I was, so far, not allowing the end of my rod to enter my mouth. I could quit now; I had not sucked cock yet. I kissed my glistening, throbbing glans briefly and felt immediate regret. I wiped my secretions off of my lips in disgust without tasting it. Undecided of my limits, I switched my attention to my testicles. My nose nestled into my scrotum, my balls were full and ached. I tipped my head back and kissed them, one at a time and sucked them partially into my mouth. It felt unbelievably good to have a mouth and tongue exploring me there. My blood was roaring and pounding in my ears, my legs were trembling with desire and I knew was going to go all in, so to speak. Regrets be damned. I made a fist around the end of my throbbing penis. I darted the tip of my tongue into my fist, barely touching the sensitive knob held within. I was tasting pre-come for the first time and I loved it instantly. I parted my lips widely and lowered my cock into my open mouth. I just let it hang there for a while with no lips, tongue or inner cheek walls touching it. My clear sex nectar dripped into my mouth and I swallowed it hungrily, craving it like nothing I had ever tasted before. No more guilty feelings now, this cock of mine was mine to suck and that's what I proceeded to do. I closed my mouth around it. I did this suddenly, not allowing anymore thoughts about turning back to stop me. I closed my wet lips around my tensing shaft and fluttered my tongue against the underside of my glans simultaneously. The second my mouth sucked onto my hard cock, my hips bucked involuntarily downwards. My gleaming sex shaft disappeared, over and over again, into my hot sucking mouth. I licked and gulped at myself with wretched abandon. I was overwhelmed by the reality of what I was doing to myself. I kept going though, I couldn't stop, it all felt so damn good. I felt waves of pleasure course through me as I pulled the skin of my cock shaft up around my cock head and swirled my tongue around and around the ridges and contours of my own sex. I moaned in ecstasy at these new sensations and I knew I was getting dangerously close to spurting into my mouth. I continued to self-suck and lick my turgid member until I felt my familiar and much needed orgasm starting. The salty, sweetness of my pre-come turned just slightly more tangy in flavor just as I pulled my cock out of my mouth. My semen erupted rudely and forcefully all over my chest and ran down into my navel and armpits. I laid there in the dark, panting softly and satisfied. I thought aloud," I really need to find a girlfriend." I had nearly drifted off into a blissful yet troubled sleep when I recalled I was still covered with my ejaculate. I cupped my hands to the thick, but now runny, come on my chest and belly so as not to make a mess on my way to the bathroom. I could barely look at my reflexion in the mirror as I cleaned myself thoroughly. I felt I had crossed a line and done something I now regretted. A cock, my own, had been in my mouth and I could barely believe what I had done. Worse yet, since it had felt so very good, I doubted that I could resist doing it again. I went back to bed, this time pausing to put on my pajamas. They made me feel silly and childish but also more in control of myself. It gave me a sense of separation from the man who had just blown himself to a climax, just the thing I needed to get to sleep again. I slept in past my usual wake up time and made a point of keeping busy throughout the day ahead. I had lots to do around the apartment. I studied my textbooks and did a lot of cleaning. That was the day the city decided to close the bridge by my apartment building to do emergency repairs and the sudden lack of traffic noise made me feel oddly isolated. Around supper time, I counted my cash and set out to get in on the two-for-one pizza deal down the street. One to eat in, one to take home, was my plan. On returning, with my spare pizza in hand, I noticed something on my floor beneath the mail slot. "What the..." I asked as I suspiciously stepped around the object. My eyes adjusted to the room's lighting as I bent to pick it up. To my amazement, I found myself holding a pair of red, frilly panties. Goosebumps spread across my skin as I caressed the cool silky material and ran my trembling fingers along the lacy border of the satin under garment. I instinctively raised the panties to my face and inhaled a strange and new fragrance. This sweet and exotic scent caused my phallus to spring an instant erection. I couldn't resist taking my cock out and stroking it while holding the lingerie to my face. My orgasm built fast and I ran to the sink to unload my come. I stuffed the pantie's crotch into my mouth as I erupted, tasting the female who had last worn them against her hot, slick pussy. My needs taken care of, I was left to wonder who put them through my mail slot. I immediately thought of the young women on the bus. It must have been her, but how could I be sure? Later that night, I slipped into the panties and reveled in the smooth and erotic sensation of them against my skin. I imagined the woman they belonged to was about to sit on my face and have me give her an enthusiastic tongue lashing. What was I becoming? First I sucked my cock, now I was cross dressing. "At least I'm not hurting anyone with all this," I told myself. Aroused, I once again swung my legs up and around my head. I inhaled the intoxicating scent of the sweet fabric between my legs as my satin covered balls rested against my watering mouth. I proceeded to treat my throbbing member to another self-sucking. This time, inspired by the red panties' presence, I allowed myself the slightest taste of come before pulling out and finishing on my neck and chin. It was unlike pre-come in flavor, but not unpleasant. Although I was intrigued by the idea of going all the way and swallowing a full load, it was outside my comfort zone. I slipped out of the panties and wrapped them around my softening cock. I thought fleetingly again about the pretty blonde girl on the bus as I drifted off to sleep. Over Exposure and Fantasy The next night I was awakened by a knock on my door. I blinked and sat upright in bed. I heard quick footsteps leaving the building as I headed into the living room. There on the floor was a note. I grabbed it and ran to the window and watched as a car sped off. "I need you to show me your phone number. Write in on a card. Put it in the window. Do it now!" This was all written with dainty penmanship on the perfumed note. Was I dreaming? I pulled at my cock and squeezed my nipples to check. I immediately found a felt pen and did as I was told. The car returned and backed onto a spot on the still, silent street below. I could see a trace of blonde hair and the hem of a short red dress inside the vehicle. A big mobile phone rested beside her. I strained to see her face but it was hidden behind the car's sun visor. Soon after displaying my phone number card, she picked up her mobile and my phone rang. My mouth was dry and my heart raced as I formed my words. "Hi? Hello?" I whispered into the mouthpiece. "Show it." Her words were breathy and short. My head spun, my cock surged and became rock hard. I moved to the window and showed her my manly staff, first in a frontal position, then in side profile. It strained and thickened in the lamp light nearby. "Oh, perfect!" she cooed. I watched in disbelief as she parted her legs and started rubbing herself feverishly. She held the phone in one hand, trapping the raised hem of her dress under her forearm. Her creamy white thighs were spread wide and I could see her soft, sexy, nicely padded belly above her pale pubic hair. I could see her fleshy abdomen and ample cleavage jiggle as she worked at her sex furrow. Beads of pre-come raced out of the bulb of my turgid member. "Oh god, that's nice! Now jerk it for me," she demanded. I did as I was told. I pumped and stroked at my shining erection and was rewarded by the sight of her fingering herself deeply. I could see flashes of her hot pink pussy lips lit by the blinking street lights. This went on for a brief while. "Come for me, do it now! Show your come!" Her words and moans crackled in my ear. I could hear squelching sounds as I watched her masturbate as well as her hot, lusty sighs and moans. My back arched and I shot streams of hot white come all over the window glass. Her legs closed together suddenly and she gasped loudly into the phone. Without another word, or a moment's hesitation, she started her car and sped off after first backing recklessly into a pylon marker in the deserted construction zone below. "Wait!" I hollered into the phone, "Who are you?" She was gone, leaving me holding my cock, in my now seemingly very empty apartment. The phone went dead. As I went looking for paper towels for the window, I felt tears stinging my eyes. Is that all I was to get from her? Still and all, it was quite an event.