2 comments/ 137406 views/ 34 favorites Showing Off By: Scoob Showing Off, Showing More and Showing Skill There must be something about the onset of summer. This time of year, as the temperature rises, my libido escalates, my daring side begins to awaken from its winter slumber and my exhibitionist tendencies emerge. As the calendar slips into June, most of my college classmates have left this college town for their summer roosts, leaving me and a few of my fellow students here amongst the year-round athletes, worker bees and assorted townies. It's a great time to be here. The traffic thins out, leaving ample room for us avid cyclists, runners and other athletic types to train and play with abandon. Everyone dons their warm-weather work-out clothes and bare skin replaces head-to-toe fleece. For me, the warm weather means I can begin wearing my skimpy shorts, tops, swim suits and other revealing summer clothes. Remember those exhibitionist tendencies I mentioned before? Ever since I started college -- I'm a senior now -- I've found a great deal of self-satisfaction and sexual excitement in capitalizing on opportunities to show off my body to unsuspecting people, mostly men. I'm not talking about blatant flashing, although my growing boldness may lead me to that activity. I have preferred more subtle methods. Let me take a minute to describe myself. I am 22 years old. 5 feet, 7 inches tall. I have long, straight brown hair that hangs down to the middle of my shoulder blades. As my height might lead you to guess, I am long and lean, but blessed with somewhat shapely curves in the right places. I have average-sized breasts. You know, enough to fill out a bra or bikini top, but not so much as to get in the way during a run or keep me from not wearing a bra. I've been told my ass is my finest asset, pun intended. I run or cycle at least three times a week and earn extra money by working three days a week as a personal trainer. I have a pierced belly button and a somewhat elaborate, but tasteful, tattoo in the middle of my back, right at about hip level. I work hard on my body, which may explain, in part, my desire for it to be admired by others. With the temperatures in the mid-80s these days, I have pulled my stock of short shorts, flattering sports bras, halter tops and assorted other small clothing items out of the back of my closet. I just made my annual switch to g-string thong underwear, leaving my regular panties and the panty lines they create in a box with the rest of my winter garb. Getting Ready to Greet the Summer I woke up this morning feeling quite horny and decided it was time to begin my summer series of shows. My first decision of the day was to break out a pair of scissors and a new razor to take care of the hair down there, if you know what I mean... After showering, I sat down on the edge of my bathtub and used the scissors to trim my pubic hair as short as I could get it. I then squirted a half dollar-sized glob of shaving gel into my left hand and rubbed it into my pubes, lathering it up nicely and completely covering my triangle of hair, as well as around my pussy lips and all the way up to my asshole. I took a brand new disposable razor in hand and made a first pass horizontally near the top of my triangle of hair. It took several passes before I had removed all the hair in each swath. I continued to work my way down my pubic area until I had removed all the hair above my actually pussy opening. Now I had to tackle the area around my pussy lips and the area from my pussy lips to just above my asshole. Carefully, I drew the razor vertically along each side of my pussy, slowly drawing the razor downward several times to remove all the hair. Then, with my other hand, I would hold each pussy lip in place as I carefully shaved off all the hair. When I finished, I noticed I had missed a tiny patch of hair just above the hood that covers my clit. I reached down with my right hand and lifted up on the skin just below my belly button with the flat of my hand. This provided easy access to the hair I had missed. A quick swipe of the still sharp razor removed the last of my pubic hair. Next came the peritoneum area, the area between my pussy and my asshole. This area was a bit hard to get at, since I couldn't see what I was doing. However, I wanted to be thorough, so I improvised. I took my bathroom mirror off the wall above my sink. I propped it up against the side of the tub, laid down on the floor with my back propped up on a rolled up towel and raised my bent legs up toward my chest. With my legs in the air, I had a perfect view of my now bare pussy and my little pink asshole, still surrounded by wisps of brown hair. I took some more shaving cream and rubbed it all over the new target area. First I removed all the hair from the peritoneum. Next, was the area surrounding my asshole. This was a bit tricky, since the puckered skin required patience and a steady hand, lest I repeatedly nick my self. With my asshole covered in shaving cream, I used my left hand to pull my left leg to the side, granting complete access to that side of my anus. I carefully drew the razor out from my hole and up my ass cheek, being sure to remove ever last hair. I did the same for the other side and the areas directly above and below my asshole. I then took a warm, wet washcloth and wiped the remaining shaving cream away. I closely examined my handiwork and found no missed hairs. My pussy and asshole were now completely bare. Wanting to be totally thorough, I laid the bathroom mirror on the floor, squatted over it and closely studied my bald pussy. I used my finger tips to manipulate my pussy lips, taking care to examine each little nook and cranny. Not a stray hair to be seen. Done. Well, almost. All the activity around my pussy had turned me on, so with the mirror providing such a wonderful view of my special place, I slid two fingers in and out of my now-wet cunt, then focused on rubbing back and forth over my clit, which thanks to the shaving was easily accessible and in full view. It was such a turn on to masturbate with such a perfect view of my hand working my dripping wet pussy. The vivid view made me feel a bit naughty which greatly added to the excitement and ultimately a very quick trip to an intense orgasm. Now for the Luncheon Appointment Newly shaved and still horny as heck, I decided to go downtown to lunch, where all the 9-5ers gather, eat and wander over the lunch hour. To fit into such a nice setting, I needed to wear the right things. I started with a pair of tiny black g-string panties. With my now-shaved pussy, I could wear these tiny panties without nary a hair peeking out. I covered the g-string with a pair of small, skin-tight dark blue, cotton and spandex work-out shorts. These shorts look like a less-shiny pair of bicycle shorts, but are cut to a length that stops just at the place where my thighs meet my butt cheeks. The top of these shorts is cut low to hug my hips. On top I wore a thin, tight white work-out shirt. This body-hugging shirt is cut about three inches above my belly button, exposing my mid-rift and showing off the tattoo on my lower back. What I like especially about his outfit is twofold. One, the low-cut shorts ensures that some part of my sexy underwear is always showing, leaving no doubt to the average observer that I am wearing a thong, with a remarkably thin strip of material running right up from my gorgeous ass cheeks (sorry about the editorializing, but when you got it, you got it...). When I sit down and lean forward in these shorts, you can see the tiny strip of material emerging from my ass cheeks and tying in to the strings that snake over my hips and back down the front of my shorts. I know this turns guys on. There must be something about women and g-strings these days. The top is light and thin enough that one can just make out a nipple-sized dark circle on each breast. When my nipples are erect, which is quite often when I am dressed like this, the top draws even more leers than usual. In addition to being somewhat transparent, the top is very tight and clings snugly to my breasts, giving them just enough lift and support to highlight their size and nice round shape. Dressed in my lunchtime outfit, I headed downtown. Just before I was about to turn onto the main downtown sidewalk and join the throngs of lunching workers and tourists, I adjusted my shorts especially for my outing. I tugged down on each leg, positioning the shorts low on my hips. I hooked a thumb under each side of my g-string and hiked it up enough that it was plainly visible above the waist of my shorts. As I lifted it up, I could feel the tiny triangle of material that covered my crotch slip between my pussy lips. It was a bit uncomfortable, but became much less so as I walked and the material worked its way back and forth across my newly-shaved pussy. I looked down and could see my slit clearly outlined in the skin-tight shorts. I hadn't noticed that before. Ahhh, something else to show off! I decided to stop at Starbucks first. With iced coffee in hand, I grabbed a table next to the sidewalk outside. I sat down and leaned forward, putting my elbows on the table and hands around my iced coffee. People approaching on the sidewalk from behind would now be able to see the top half of my g-string thong exposed to them. They could see the top little strip of material emerging from my ass crack, and the two thin strings of material snaking up and over my exposed hips. I could feel the breeze on my half-exposed ass, and got increasingly turned on as I watched the reflection in the Starbucks window of men slowing and staring as they sauntered by me. As I finished my coffee, I nonchalantly pinched my nipples as I stood up to ensure they would provide additional focal points as I headed off for a stroll through downtown. I walked the three blocks through downtown, drawing an impressive number of leers. One time a guy was just staring at my chest as we both crossed a busy street. He wasn't altering his astonished stare one bit, so I reach up and put my hands on the outside of my breasts and pushed them together, trailing my fingers around the curve of the underside of my breasts as I dropped my hands again to my sides. I thought the poor guy was going to walk into a pole. Heading to the Hills As I left downtown, feeling somewhat flush from my little exhibitionist activity, I decided to go for a run before heading back home. I knew of a trail about half-mile from downtown that led up to a mountain overlook before winding back down to town, just a mile or so from my apartment. As I ran along the street, passing people along the way, I continued to get turned on knowing that my bouncing breasts were a surprising sight to people I was approaching, and my shapely ass was a welcome sight to those I had passed. By the time I hit the trail, I was getting somewhat sweaty. The thin white top was becoming nearly translucent with each new drop of perspiration. Good thing I was leaving pavement and the people behind. Given how exposed by breasts now were, I could get in trouble running around like that on the city streets. I continued to make good time up the trail. It was getting steeper, which was forcing me to exert myself more, resulting in more and more sweat. After about 15 minutes of increasingly steep trail, I paused to catch my breath. I looked down at my chest and was surprised that my breasts were almost completely visible. I tweaked my nipples and started back up the hill. I heard voices as I approached a hairpin turn not far from the top. I could tell it was a man and a woman. As I approached the turn, I slid my shorts significantly further down my hips, so that they were, essentially, half-way down my ass, totally exposing my g-string. As I rounded the turn, I saw the couple. They were young, perhaps in their 20s, and headed down the trail right toward me. I stood up as straight as I could, thrusting out my chest, and jogged right by them. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see them both staring at my breasts bouncing up and down in my now see-through top. I was sure they would turn around as I ran by, glimpsing my almost fully-exposed ass as I scampered up the trail. Boy was I getting hot! I soon got to the top of this section of the trail, which emerges at an overlook off a windy mountain road. The overlook provides tourists with an excellent view of the town and surrounding valley. Being a perfect summer day, there were several cars parked in the overlook lot with numerous people milling around. I ran right through the overlook parking lot, still with breasts bouncing in my see-through top and my ass nearly exposed in my tiny g-string. I heard a couple of gasps and one whistle. I kept going and crossed the road, re-entering the woods on the other side. About 100 yards into the woods, I slowed down and began walking to rest a bit. As I did so, I had time to relax and enjoy the warm sun beating down on the back of my neck. Feeling remarkably horny, I decided to find a secluded spot, well off the trail for a little sunbathing and, perhaps, a chance to relieve some sexual tensions, if you know what I mean. Fun in the Sun A little way further in, I left the trail and started climbing up to a rock outcropping about 50 feet above the trail. I climbed hand-over-hand up the steep hillside. I could feel my tiny, tight shorts sliding further down my ass as I bent over to grab rocks, roots and other woody debris to pull myself up the hill. Finally I reached the rocks and found that they hid a nice flat grassy area just above them. The sun shone brightly on the area through a gap in the trees. Since it was above the trail, no one coming by could see me. I looked around carefully to make sure no one was around, or in my sight line. There was no one. Jumping straight into the fire, I quickly slid off my shorts, stepped out of them and tossed them on a rock. Now clad only in my tiny g-string panties and light top, I was even more excited. For some reason, standing nearly naked in the great outdoors made me feel flushed and even more horny that before. I grabbed the sides of the panties and again lifted them up above my hips, pulling the thin material up between my pussy lips. I looked down, admiring the look of my shaved pussy lips protruding from either side of the black material wedged in my slit. I ran my fingers across my smooth lips, thinking about the whole shaving experience and how naughty it made me feel to have a totally smooth private area. I then hooked my fingers under the sides of my panties and slid them off over my hips and stepped out of them. Next, I peeled off my sweaty shirt and draped it on a rock next to me. Standing there, totally nude, surrounded by pine trees with the sun beating down on me, I felt a rush of excitement. What an incredible feeling. I found a relatively flat rock and laid down on it, soaking in the sun and thinking about how sexy this felt. My hand made its way down to my shaved pussy and I again began to masturbate, as a breeze blew across my sweaty body. Just as I was nearing orgasm, I heard voices on the trail below me. I quickly withdrew my hand from my crotch and moved into position to peer over the rocks to the trail below. The same couple I had passed on the trail before were noe standing directly below my rock outcropping. The guy was pointing up to the rocks and saying something I couldn't make out. Then, the woman left the trail and began climbing up toward me, the guy following her and helping her get up the steep terrain. I looked over to where my clothes were draped on rocks, about 20 feet from where I had been laying. Obviously, the clothes were well out of reach and there was no way I could get to them without being seen and/or heard. I was near panic. What should I do? I was totally naked and two strangers would be peeking over the rocks in a matter of 30 seconds. Shit! Sometimes You Just Have to Go With It In a sudden rush of excitement, I decided what to do. Nothing. I would just lay down and see what happens. I felt relatively safe, since it was a man and a woman. I crept back over to my sunbathing rock and laid back down. The way the rock was positioned, my feet were pointing in the direction from which the man and woman would appear over the rocks. Now feeling more comfortable with my exhibitionist decision, I bent my knees, feet flat on the rock and parted my legs just enough that they would have a clear view of my shaved pussy. I ran my hands over my breasts and pinched my nipples so they would be erect when the couple got their first look at me. Just as I lay my arms at my side, I heard a grunt and saw the woman appear over the rock face. She stood up and almost immediately saw me. She gasped and quickly turned around. I heard her companion ask what was wrong. She said, "There's somebody up here." The guy responded with a "so what?" and quickly climbed up over the edge. He too let out an audible gasp, but didn't avert his gaze anywhere near as quick as the woman did. He stammered something about being sorry for disturbing me. He grabbed his wife's elbow (I noticed a wedding band) and turned to head back down to the trail. "That's alright," I said in as firm and confident of a voice as I could muster. "Stay. I don't mind at all. The couple looked at each other and then looked at me. Both of them let their gaze linger much longer this time, eyes flashing with uncertainty as sexual tension seemed to grow almost palpable. They both sort of shrugged and the guy said, "Okay." They sat down on a rock and fidgeted, not know what to do with themselves. I decided that since I initiated this strange situation, I should make a valiant attempt to break the ice. So, I stood up, strode over to them and extended a hand. "Hi, I'm Kai. I don't usually lay around the woods naked, but for some reason, it seemed like the thing to do today. We all shook hands as Tom and Kate introduced themselves. The only other thing I could think to say is, "Sorry, but this is really turning me on." Kate smiled knowingly and looked down at her husband's crotch. "I think it's turning Tom on to," she said as she put her hand on the newly constructed tent in his flimsy running shorts. Tom turned a bit red. Feeling much more emboldened after Kate's light-hearted reaction, I reached down, still standing there in front of them, and sensually cupped my shaved crotch with my right hand and ran my middle finger back and forth just inside my moist pussy. Kate's eyes were fixated on my shaved pussy and the activity taking place down there. Tom was too. "Have you always shaved everything off down there," she asked with a nod of her head toward my crotch. "No, just shaved for the first time today," I relied. "It's very sexy," she said. I was surprised by her candor and noticed she was massaging Tom's obviously hard dick through the material of his shorts. "I trim and shave down there too, but not as much as you did," she said still staring at my crotch. "Really," I said, "Let me see." I surprised myself with that comment, but she didn't miss a beat and said, "OK." She stood up and slid off her shorts. She was wearing a thong too. Not nearly as skimpy as my g-string, but still very sexy. Before I could assess much more, she slipped it off too, stood up and pulled her t-shirt off over her head. Now clad in only a sports bra, she whipped it off too. Man, this girl was as, if not more, bold than I was. Now poor Tom was sitting there, hard as a rock, surrounded by two totally nude women. "See," Kate said as she looked down at her pussy and kind of compressed her upper thighs with her hands to improve the view of her crotch. Her pubic hair was trimmed very close to the skin and she had shaved all the hair off around the sides of her pussy. "This allows me to wear just about any bathing suit I want to," she said as she too slipped a finger between her pussy lips. Showing Off I watched her finger sliding in and out of her slit as I continued wagging my middle finger inside my own pussy. Tom was looking back and forth at his wife and at the total stranger standing naked in front of him. "Wow," was seemingly all he could say. He then stood and quickly stripped off his own clothes without saying a word. Seeing the Forest for the Tease The three of us stood facing one another. What a sight this must have been. Two naked women fondling their pussies and one guy gently massaging his erect cock while standing in the middle of the woods. I began to ask myself how far I wanted this to go. I decided there was no way I would have sex with Tom. I didn't know him and wasn't prepared for intercourse. Just as I completed that thought, Kate asked if she could touch my breasts. Seemed harmless enough, I figured. "Sure," I said. She stepped up to me and gently put a hand on each of my breasts. She fondled them with an expert touch, rolling them around in her soft hands, gently tweaking my nipples from time to time. Tom came up behind Kate and reached around and fondled her breasts. Kate took his hands and put them on my breasts and she moved closer to me. I could feel her hot breath on my face as Tom pushed her closer to me. We were nearly in an embrace now. Our breasts were pushed against each others'. I almost involuntarily stepped forward so that our hips were touching. I could feel her closely cropped pubic hair against my freshly shaved crotch. Tom continued massaging my breasts, occasionally moving from my breasts to his wife's. Next thing I knew, I felt Kate's hand cup my pussy and begin probing my insides with her finger. This was getting awfully hot and heavy. I had to be careful. I didn't want this to get out of hand. Those thoughts, as you might imagine, were fleeting as I got caught up in what Kate was doing. Feeling a woman so close to me was new. I hadn't ever done anything like this before. I had had one lesbian experience my freshman year of college with a dorm roommate, but it was done after much beer and didn't last too long before we both passed out. Neither of us ever mentioned it. "Lay down on the rock over there," Kate said stepping back and pointing at my sunbathing rock. I walked over to the rock and bent over, my back facing them as if to sit down. I paused with my ass high in the air, my hands on the rock, giving them an unobstructed, full-on view of my ass. I knew from seeing this view in my mirror that they would be looking at my little pink asshole and shaved mound peeking out from between my legs. Pausing in this position again gave me that naughty, slutty feeling. I love that feeling! I then sat down and stretched out on the rock. Kate came over with her t-shirt in hand and dropped it on my knees. She bent down and used her hands to part my legs and positioned the t-shirt so that she could put her own knees down on it. Now on her knees between my legs, I figured out what she had in mind. Before I could utter a word, she bent down and quickly licked my wet pussy from bottom to top. I shuddered at her touch. Seeing or feeling my reaction she buried her face in my cunt and started expertly licking me, alternating between sticking her tongue as deep inside me as she could and flicking the end of her tongue across my clit. With Kate's face planted between my thighs I watched as Tom came up behind his wife, cock in hand, and bent down behind her. He moved back and forth seemingly trying to position his cock to enter his wife from behind. He quickly found his target and lunged forward burying his nice-sized dick in her. He began to move in and out of her, forcing her face firmly into my crotch with each thrust. I was close to orgasm and began unconsciously clenching my thighs against Kate's head. Sensing my nearing orgasm, she focused on my clit and quickly sent me over the edge. I came with a couple of moans, grunts and tense muscles. Her task complete, she raised herself up on her hands and began moving with Tom, as he continued to work her from behind. I laid there, legs spread wide with Kate between them being fucked from behind by her husband. Surprisingly, she came and collapsed across my thighs. Tom withdrew from her wet cunt and stood there, still erect, his cock glistening with his wife's juices. "Would you give Tom a blow job," Kate breathlessly asked. Tom's eyes widened with surprise. I wasn't too keen on this, but being caught up in the moment, I quickly acquiesced and sat up and scooted in front of Tom as Kate got out of the way. Tom put his hands on his hips and leaned toward me, his cock now pointing menacingly straight up, just a few inches from my face. I grabbed his hard member and licked him from the bottom of his balls to the tip of his dick. With Kate watching intently, still sitting there completely nude, I slid my mouth over his cock head and swallowed as much of his dick as I could take. I grasped his shaft with one hand and began aggressively pumping his shaft up and down, sliding his cock head in and out of my mouth. I was determined to make him cum quickly, as I was a little uncomfortable sucking this stranger off. That's not to say I wasn't incredibly hot! After just 20 or so strokes, Tom began to tense up and was about to cum. With Tom's dick still in my mouth, I motioned for Kate to come over. She came up next to me, her face at the same level as mine watching Tom's cock slide in and out of my mouth. Tom was still tense and getting tenser. I could tell he was about to let go. I think Kate knew what I was going to do and she moved in closer. Right as Tom shot his first gooey rope of cum, I removed his cock from my mouth and pointed it at Kate. That first rope ended up draped across the bridge of her nose. He let loose another four or five good-sized blobs of cum, each of which landed on her face, one on her right check, one across her lips and the aforementioned one across her nose. Quite a sight! I pumped the remainder of Tom's cum from his dick, catching the last glob with my finger. I held it, now dripping from my finger, out and let Kate catch it in her mouth. She used her own fingers to wipe Tom's cum off her face, putting each bit right into her mouth. Kate was quite a cum-eater, I noted. Kate stood up and she and Tom embraced, kissing hungrily. I took the opportunity to stand up and gather my clothes. As they continued kissing, I quickly put my g-string, shorts and top back on. I bid them adieu and hurriedly started to climb over the rocks and make my way back down to the trail. I heard Kate call after me, "It was great meeting you!" Back on the trail, now in dry clothes, but with a very wet pussy, I started running home. Running through the streets back to my house, I was much more aware of how revealing my outfit was. With every bounce of my breasts, I felt a hint of embarrassment, but it was, as always seems to be the case with me, tempered by the sheer thrill of showing off my natural assets. Once back home, I had the chance to reflect on what I had just done. I had mixed feelings. On one hand, I knew what I had done was naughty, slutty and dangerous. But on the other hand, it was naughty, slutty and dangerous and had really turned me on. I had taken my exhibitionism so far beyond anything I had done before or even contemplated. That experience certainly raised the bar. What should I do now, I wondered. After that experience, I kind of laid low for a while and prepared for a trip to the Virgin Islands for a little beach time. I had planned this summer vacation trip with a girlfriend sometime ago, but she recently backed out. I decided to go alone. With my new-found taste for high adventure, of the exhibitionist sort, perhaps it was for the best that I was going alone. The Beach Suits Me Fine In preparation for the trip, I was surfing the 'net one day. I came across a website called WickedGirlz that specialized in the tiniest, sluttiest bathing suits you can imagine. Each suit in their catalog is extraordinarily tiny, barely covering anything. They all are g-string thongs. And, what makes them even more naughty is that when wet, you can see right through them. I ordered two bathing suits from them, one white one and one pink one. They came the day I was leaving, so I just ended up tossing the entire package in my suitcase as I ran out the door. One day later, I was in my air conditioned hotel room overlooking one of the V.I.'s famous beaches. I had just taken a shower, taking care to re-shave my pussy, and was preparing to head out to the beach for a bit of sun and fun. The only bathing suits I had brought were the two WickedGirlz suits. I opened the package and took the suits out. I was shocked at how small they were. I had presumed the models on the website were wearing exaggeratedly small suits for effect. I was wrong. What I saw was what I got. I stood there naked, swimming suit top and bottoms dangling from my fingers, cursing myself for not bringing a tried and true suit. I went ahead and slipped on the white suit, as soon as I could figure out which side was front and which was back -- it was that tiny. With the suit on, I stood in front of a full-length mirror and examined my outfit. This suit did not leave a damn thing to the imagination. The top was just wide enough to cover about half my breast, if you were looking at me from the front. None of my nipples were showing, but it was close. From the side, you could see the entire side of each breast. The bottoms were equally tiny. From the back, you could see everything. The suit was nothing more than tiny, thin strips of material. From the front the suit hid only a two-inch wide area that barely covered my slit. The exposed space from my belly button to the top of the suit must have been a good five inches. I mean, wearing this suit was as close to being naked as you could get without actually being naked. I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to wear this thin when it was wet. Could I possibly wear this thing in public? I decided there was no way I would wear it in a place where I might know someone, but I was in a foreign country. I wasn't going to see anyone I knew. So I tied a sarong around my waist and walked out to the beach. I was very self-conscious as I walked out through the hotel lobby, across the street and stepped onto the beach. The beach wasn't packed, but it was busy. Not many kids running around, but plenty of people my age and older. No one was taking notice of my get-up. Maybe I was just being too paranoid. That said, I was still nervous about taking off my sarong. The bottoms were really, really tiny. I saw a couple of other attractive women running around in thongs, but no one had anything as tiny as mine on. Finally, I decided to go for broke. It was hot. It was a beach. One wears bathing suits at the beach. Right? As a strode along, I untied the sarong and flung it over my shoulder. I suddenly felt a rush of excitement. I was nearly naked on a beach full of people. As I walked along, my butt and breasts subtly jiggling with each step, I was feeling pretty confident, very naughty and increasingly turned on. As I walked, I tugged lightly up on the g-string straps, pulling the suit tightly up my ass crack and just a bit into my pussy slit. The naughty feeling grew! I found a nice spot on the beach, not really near anyone, and dropped my bag and sarong and headed off for a quick cooling-off dip. I walked into the surf and dove in, enjoying the warm, salty water as the waves crashed around me. I stood there about shoulder deep in the water when it suddenly dawned on me. The suit I was wearing was designed to be transparent when wet. I was in the water. My clothes were 30 yards up on the beach. It would look like I wasn't wearing anything. I stood there a while wondering what to do. There were too many people, too many men, around for me to parade up the beach essentially naked. Just Put One Foot in Front of the Other Fifteen minutes later I realized I wasn't going to come up with any great ideas for getting myself easily out of this bind. So, I started out of the water and headed towards my clothes. When I was about belly button deep, I looked down at my breasts. The white suit, as advertised, was now totally see-through. You could plainly see my nipples and my entire breasts. Not much to do but keep walking. I decided I would play it cool, not trying to cover up in hopes of not drawing attention to myself. As I entered knee-deep water, I again glanced down. Yep, you could see my pussy, plain as day. There was my vertical slit, totally visible behind the see-through fabric. Good think I had shaved, or it would have been even more obvious -- it was bad enough already! As I emerged from the water, I kept my eyes down, not wanting to make eye contact. Finally, as I neared my stuff, I looked around. No one was really watching me. Maybe this was a truly live and let-live kind of place. I decided to try my luck and walk back to the hotel wearing just my see-through suit. I bent down and picked up my things and continued across the beach. I heard one set of comments from a couple of middle-aged people decrying the revealing suits today's women wear. I laughed to myself. I crossed the street between the beach and the hotel, getting a couple of honks followed by whistles from cab drivers parked in front of the hotel. I hurried into the hotel lobby and headed to the stairs to the second floor, where my room was. About halfway up the stairs, I heard someone coming up behind me. It was a guy, must have been about 45 years old. I glanced back and caught him staring at my ass. I decided to give him a full show and dropped my bag on the stair in front of me. I slowly bent over to pick it up, being sure to bend only at the waist. When I bent over, he stopped. I looked back at him. He was staring, mouth agape at my backside. He was mesmerized by my perfect ass spread out before him with only a tiny string of material covering my most private parts. I know from my self examination in the full length mirror that when I bent over in this skimpy suit, the string running up my ass only partially covered my asshole. You couldn't see the hole itself, but you could easily make out the puckered skin around it. And this guy was staring right at it. Still bent over, pretending to be rearranging stuff in my bag, I reached down and tugged up on the top of the suit, pulling it tight and firmly up between my pussy lips. I could tell my lips were now spread out and had to be peeking out from either side of the so-called swimming suit. I stayed like that for a few more seconds before standing up and continuing on up the stairs. Once I topped the stairs, I hurried down the hall wanting to get to my room before the guy could gather his wits and see which room I was staying in. I think I managed to get in and close my door before he new which way was up. Back in my room, I paused in front of the full-length mirror to look at what everyone else had seen as I marched from the ocean back to my room. As expected, everything was still on view. My suit was beginning to dry, but I could still clearly make out my nipples and my pussy slit and lips. Feelings of excitement grew as I mentally retraced my steps remembering all the people I had passed on the way back to the hotel and thinking about the blatant ass show I gave the guy on the stairs. Once I had managed to drag myself back to reality, I decided to take a cat nap before getting ready to go out for dinner. I slipped off the suit and laid down naked on top of my bedspread and quickly fell asleep. Dressed for Success Turns out I slept much longer that I had intended. I woke up about four hours later. I guess I was still tired from my travels. I flipped on my nightstand lamp and got up and walked over to the sliding doors to the balcony. It wasn't until I was standing at the doors that I realized I was nicely back-lit, providing a marvelous view to anyone looking up at the second floor of the hotel from the busy street below. What was getting into me? I pulled the sheer white curtain closed, leaving the thick Venetian blinds open for now. I could deal with a silhouette, but blatant second story flashing seemed a risky proposition since it wouldn't be hard to figure out what room I was in. I quickly showered and re-entered the bedroom to decide what to wear. I opted for the now standard-issue g-string, this time a chose a cute, patterned pink one. I actually had a mini dress that matched the underwear, or vice versa. I liked this dress because it added to meaning to "mini." It was skin tight and barely covered my ass. When I bent over, the dress would hike up exposing just about everything. When paired with the g-string, anyone seeing me bend over would see all bare ass, except for a thin white string running up between my cheeks and a little pink patch of material covering my hairless pussy. Besides it being extra short, I also really like this dress because it is a little sheer. You can clearly see the outline of my g-string from the back and the front. This being the tropics, I decided to go bra-less. The dress was cut low, which allowed me to show a great deal of cleavage. What wasn't exposed by the dress' cut, was somewhat visible through the dress' relatively sheer material. I added a light-weight white sweater to complement the dress and to hide my visible nipples and mitigate some of the raunchiness of the outfit. Now dressed, I finished getting ready by adding a touch of make-up, some wonderful smelling perfume and off I went to grab a bite to eat. The hotel restaurant, according to my guidebook, was one of the island's best dining spots. I decided that since I was dressed the way I was, it was best to stick close to the hotel. That way, I was never more than one minute to the safety of my room should I get too much unwelcome attention, or just feel the need to retreat. I left my room and headed back to the stairs that would take me down to the lobby. Standing at the top of the stairs, I noted the lobby was crowded. I began to make my way down the stairs, carefully stepping down in my high-heeled shoes. Just as I neared the bottom of the stairway, I slipped and came crashing down on my butt, arms and legs akimbo. I let out a little shriek which caused half the people in the lobby to look my way. There I was, spread out on the stairs, legs apart in a very short, sheer dress. I quickly stood up, tugged the hem of my dress down and strode towards the restaurant, many eyes following my every move. I gave the gawkers what they wanted as I swayed my hips side to side as I made my way into the restaurant. Again, I felt that excited, naughty feeling as I approached the hostess and asked for a table for one. The hostess informed my there was a 30 minute wait, even for a table for one. I could wait in the bar she told me. I agreed and went to the bar, finding an available tall stool next to an equally tall table in the corner of the dark bar. What'll it be Lady? The bar was pretty busy, with many diners awaiting their tables. I hopped up on the bar stool, crossing my legs instinctually as I sat down. I could feel the cool wooden stool on my ass as I adjusted my position. My dress was too short to fit underneath me when I sat down. It was long enough, however, to cover most of what wasn't planted on the wooden seat. I knew that if I bent forward, pretty much everything would be visible. After a few minutes, a young waiter came over and handed me a drink menu. "I'll be right back to take your order," he informed me. He soon returned and asked what I would have. I hemmed and hawed a bit as I looked at the menu, and looked at him. I put the menu flat on the table and bent forward, looking up at him to ask what was in a certain drink. His mouth fell open as he could see right down the front of my dress. I followed his eyes and glanced down at my now-exposed chest. He could see most of my breasts and just a hint of nipple. I leaned forward a bit more and audibly pondered my drink decision. As I leaned more forward, I could feel the back of my dress rise. My skin prickled as the air conditioned air enveloped my now exposed ass cheeks. I saw his eyes take in this new development. This time, I pretended to be flustered as I looked back and noted my ass was hanging out. I made a bit of a production of tugging on the back of dress attempting to hide my butt and panties. "Damn dress, always riding up. Guess you know what color underwear I am wearing, eh?" I said. Showing Off "Yep, pink," he stammered as he ran off to get my drink. I hung out in the bar for about 20 minutes, long enough to torture this guy several more times as he brought me three drinks. I was downing those things much quicker than normal. I guess I was caught up in the moment and feeling adventurous, rambunctious and naughty. Just as I finished the third drink, the hostess appeared and told me my table would be ready in about three minutes. I called over the waiter and asked for my check. I told him I was running to the ladies' room and would be right back. Inside the bathroom, I entered a stall, hiked up my skirt, pulled down my panties, sat down on the toilet and relieved myself. I looked down at my panties stretched between my knees and had a wicked idea. Maybe I can get away with not wearing the panties. I slipped them off and stuck them in my purse. I washed my hands and walked back out into the bar. I swear I could feel a breeze blowing up my short dress and caressing my shaved pussy, must have been my (horny) imagination. I got back to my table and the check was waiting. The waiter eagerly appeared as I was about to get my wallet out. He stood there looking down at me as I opened my purse. I was careful to open it wide. I wanted him to see the pair of pink panties I had just removed and tucked inside. I pulled them out, dropped them on the table and continued fishing for my wallet. Finally, I got the money out and handed it to him, picked up my panties and dropped them back inside my purse. I lustily smiled at him as I got off the stool, taking care to spread my legs in case anyone from the bar happened to be looking. I headed out of the bar, glanced back and noted he was watching me walk away. I knew the dress clearly highlighted my hips and was sheer enough that he could make out the dark line of my ass crack. As I was about to open the bar door, I purposefully dropped my receipt and bent over to pick it up, my ass facing the entire barroom. As I bent at the waist, my dress provided a bit of resistance before finally slipping above my hips. I grabbled the receipt, paused to shake some mythical dirt off it, and stood back up. I glanced back and noted the waiter and, perhaps, 10-15 men and women were silently staring at me. I knew they had just feasted their eyes on an unobstructed view of my most private parts. My winking asshole would have been front and center, sitting just above a nice rear view of my shaved pussy mound. What a naughty thrill that little show was. I had a pretty uneventful dinner, with my only exhibitionist activities consisting of walking to and from my table. The table cloth draped over my table kept my pussy and ass flashing to a minimum. Just as well. No need to push my luck...yet. The three drinks at the bar, coupled with a filling dinner and two glasses of wine pretty much did me in. After I finished eating, I made my way back to my room. I didn't do anything particularly risky on the way back up, other than walking through the lobby in a see-through dress with no panties on. As I was putting my key into my door, I heard the door next to me open. A guy, about my age, stepped out holding a room service tray. He was average height and not bad looking. He was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He bent down and set the tray on the floor. He glanced up at me as he was standing up. He was startled by my presence, but managed to eek out a "Hello" before retreating back into his room. I was happy to see I had such a cute next door neighbor. Too bad he ducked back inside before I could show him something he wouldn't forget. Doing Something About Those Odd Noises Inside my room, I flipped on the TV, undressed and took a quick shower. After drying off and running a brush through my hair, I laid down on my bed and flipped channels for a bit. I was still naked and couldn't resist the temptation to lightly play with my shaved pussy. I just love the way it feels down there without any hair. So smooth, soft and exposed. As I watched the TV, I used my fingers to move around my pussy lips and to lightly stroke my inner thighs and the rest of the area around my pubic region. Strangely, I occasionally would hear grunts, moans and other sex sounds coming from somewhere outside my room. I turned off the TV and listened closely. I couldn't tell where the noises were coming from, but someone was clearly having a good time. I got up and walked around the room trying to discover the source of the hot sounds. Finally, I walked up to the locked door that separated my room from the room next door, where the cute guy was staying. With my ear against the door, I clearly heard sounds of someone noisily having sex. I had been listening for about five minutes when the sex noises stopped and was replaced by stilted dialog and bad background music. It then dawned on me, the guy was watching a porno movie. He must have been using that video-on- demand system the hotel offers. I had noted earlier the availability of assorted adult entertainment fare. I stood there in the nude, picturing the guy laying naked on his bed, dick in hand, jacking off while watching porn stars getting it on. At that moment, a very naughty thought entered my mind. Why not make this guy's fantasies come true? I should just walk over there, totally nude, knock on his door and fuck his brains out. I stood there listening and considering what, if anything I should do. After a few more minutes of porno dialog and more fuck sounds, I decided to go for it. However, I couldn't walk over there totally naked. Instead, I pawed through my bag and pulled out the thin, white running top I wore the day I encountered that couple while running outside my hometown. I pulled on the top, and admired myself in the mirror. The top came down to about belly button level. My nipples were visible through the thin material. Below the waist, I was naked. My shaved pussy. My bare ass. My curvaceous hips. All out in the open. Could I walk over there and knock on his door dressed, or not dressed, like this? My question was answered as I grabbed my room key, opened my door, peered out into the hall and quickly walked over to his door as my door slammed shut. I paused as I stood there naked in front of his door. I made a quick decision to take this a long way, but, as before, I wasn't going to have intercourse. I figured boundaries, in a situation like this, were important. I lightly rapped on his door, standing close enough that he couldn't see what I was wearing through his peephole. I heard him approach the door. He must have looked at me through the peephole. "Just a second, let me get something on," he hollered. I took a step back and waited, anxiously, for him to open the door. Finally, the door opened and he began to say hello, but stopped mid-syllable when he noticed I had nothing on below the waist. "I couldn't help but hear your choice of late night television programming," I said with a sly smile. "Mind if I come in and watch with you?" He stepped out of the doorway and waved me in with his hand. He didn't say a word. I assumed he was tongue-tied by having a nude woman with a shaved pussy enter his hotel room at 11 p.m. Much Better Than Pay-per-View Deciding to play this to the hilt, I grabbed a desk chair, turned in around and threw a leg over the seat back and straddled the backwards chair. This sexy display further caught the guy by surprise, if that was still possible. He politely asked me if I wanted something to drink from the mini-bar. I opted for a beer. He had one too. After a bit of uncomfortable silence, I asked him if he could turn the movie back on. He turned on the TV and the show appeared immediately, still on the channel he had on when I knocked. I looked at the TV and was treated to images of two women and a guy engaging in a variety of sexual acts. At that moment, the guy was fucking one woman in the ass, while the other woman squatted below the action and licked the first woman's pussy. I noted neither had pubic hair. "Hey, look, both of those women shave their pussies too," I said out loud while looking down at my own crotch. Damn, did I just say "pussy" to a stranger? I never use that kind of language out loud. I was horny, no doubt about it. The guy was still wearing the boxer shorts I saw on him earlier. He had added a plain white t-shirt to the ensemble. He seemed well built and was getting noticeably excited by my lack of clothing. Emboldened by the reaction my presence was having on his loins, I decided to really go for it. I pulled off my top and said, "This movie is making me so hot. Do you mind if I stay and watch it with you?" He replied that, of course, I could stay. We made small talk as his eyes feasted on my naked body. I wondered what exactly was going through his mind. He must have been thinking about what a fantasy-come-true this was. I stood up and walked over to the king-size bed on which he was sitting. I laid down on one side of it, propped up a couple of pillows and put my hands behind my head and started intently watching the porno movie on the television. He was pretty quiet. It seemed every time I moved he would regress a bit communication-wise. He made several more attempts at conversation, even going so far as to make a joke or two about having a naked stranger in his hotel room. While he talked, I just smiled wickedly at him and sensually played with my breasts, or tinkered around with my very wet pussy. He just watched, with mouth open and eyes wide. During a break in the sex action on the TV, I glanced around the room. It was then I noticed there was a bottle of sex lube on the nightstand next to me. There also was a small vinyl bag that clearly was full of something. I picked up the lube and said, "Do you use this when you masturbate?" He must have been feeling a bit more confident, because he answered in the affirmative quickly and without embarrassment. I set the lube on the bed next to me and picked up the vinyl bag. "And, what is this?" I asked. "Uh, nothing," was all he said. I could tell by his reaction that he was not too keen on my looking in the bag, which, of course, made me want to do it all the more. I opened the bag and pulled out a couple sexual toys. Turns out, they were all anal play toys. He had a straight butt plug. One of those with a rounded tip that slowly widens from top to bottom. He also had a set of anal beads. This toy consisted of five or six beads of assorted sizes attached together with a piece of string. "Do you like putting these things up your ass," I asked him. "Sometimes," was all he said. I picked up the toys and went to the bathroom, making serious eye contact as I walked by the still-startled man. I washed each thoroughly with soap and water and re-entered the bedroom. "Mind if I try these out," I asked him. I couldn't believe what I was saying, and what I was about to do. I had only had one experience with total strangers and that was just a week or two prior to tonight. After tonight, I need to get a handle on myself. What's a Play Without Props? I picked up the bottle of lube and stood at the foot of the bed, by the desk chair I had straddled earlier. I squired a big glob of lube in my hand and began to smear it all over the anal beads. For some reason, the beads seemed the naughtier of the two items. I rubbed the lube that remained on my hands after coating the beads all around my asshole, taking care to slide in a slippery finger or two to make sure my insides were adequately coated. Once everything was sufficiently slippery, I turned around, put one hand on the back of he chair with my butt facing toward him, and put the first bead up against my asshole. I bent my knees a bit, arched my back and began pushing the bead into me. I could feel my sphincter muscles give a bit as the bead slowly entered me. I focused on relaxing and applied a bit more pressure. Suddenly, the bead popped past my sphincter and ended up comfortably sitting inside. I held the next bead against my anus and pushed it inside to join bead number one. I did the same with the next three beads until all five were buried in my ass. The only sign of these lovely beads was a foot-long string with a knot at the end hanging out of my asshole. I wiggled my hips around and gingerly walked across the room and back. "Ummmmm, this feels good," I said. "I feel so full and it feels wild when they move around as I move around. Now what do you do?" He explained that we would leave them in his ass for a while, drawing out his masturbation session and enjoying the sensation the beads provided. He said he would pop them rapidly out right as he was about to cum, which added a whole new dimension to orgasm. I walked up to his full length mirror, turned around, bent over and spread my ass cheeks with my hands and gazed at the string emerging from my tight, little pink asshole. "This is kind of hot," I said. He agreed. I walked back over to the bed and laid back down, scooting my butt back and forth and squirming as I felt the beads rubbing around inside my ass. "Why are you wearing so many clothes," I asked. He shrugged his shoulders and quickly stripped off his boxers and t-shirt. "Much better," I said. He looked good naked. Not especially muscular, but lean and strong looking. I noted he didn't have a single chest hair. Just not a hairy guy, I guess. He had a great looking dick. It was fully erect and appeared to be nice and long with an interesting curve to it. He didn't have much pubic hair to speak of. I asked about that. He explained he kept it pretty closely trimmed. Not for any particular reason other than he liked it that way. Well, to me, it looked good and very sexy. I handed him the bottle of lube and told him I wanted to see him jack off. He squirted a bunch of lube into his hand and began working his cock. After a couple of passes, he dick gleamed thanks to the slippery lube. The veins on his dick got highly pronounced as he pumped the thing up and down in his fist. As he did this, I reached down and began fingering myself, using my still-slippery fingers to work my clit. His eyes were focused on my pussy as he jacked himself off. I slid myself around, to give him a better view up between my legs. The way I was positioned, my legs were spread right in front of him giving him an unobstructed view of my shaved pussy, and my finger action. The string from the anal beads was laying the bed between my legs. We continued masturbating ourselves as the other watched for about 10-15 minutes. How he didn't cum then, I'll never know. I did. It wasn't a huge, waves-crashing-on-rocks earth-shaker, but it felt damn good. I stopped playing with my pussy after I came and watched him for another minute or two. I think the lube coating his hand had lost some of its lubricating value and he slowed down and stopped jacking off. He looked at me as if to say, "Okay, what next." What to do now, I wondered to myself. I first took stock of my situation. I had just had an orgasm by fingering my shaved pussy while laying totally nude in the bed of a complete stranger with a set of anal beads up my ass. This total stranger, whose name I did not even know, was sitting next to me, also naked, with his hard cock in his hand. Indeed, what to do next.... I stood up and assumed the same position as before bent over with one hand on the back of the desk chair, my ass facing the guy. I reached around and grabbed the string emerging from my asshole. I slowly tugged on the string and felt the pressure of the first bead trying to emerge from my backside. I tugged a little harder and the first bead popped out. I swear it made a little popping noise. I continued pulling and the second, third, fourth and fifth beads quickly popped out. I turned and holding the string of beads up said," Wow, that felt amazing." He gave me a knowing nod. One Good Turn Deserves Another "Let me put the butt plug in your ass," I asked him. He looked sheepish, but readily agreed. I had him lay flat on his stomach on the bed. I used a warm washcloth to ensure his anal area was clean (I was hot and ready for anything, but, what can I say, I'm a neat freak). Once my housekeeping was complete, I squirted some lube directly into his ass crack. It must have been cold because he let out a little yelp and squirmed a bit. I carefully rubbed the lube all around his anus and slid in first one, then two fingers. The first finger slid in easily, the second was a bit harder. I picked up the butt plug, a bright yellow one, and coated it with lube. With the clear lubricant dripping from its tip, I put the plug up against his anus and pushed it slowly in. I slid in somewhat effortlessly. It went in all the way up to the base. Once in place, I could feel him squeeze it with his butt muscles. I told him to roll over. He was now on his back, with his legs parted. I could see his nearly hairless balls dangling between his legs. His cock was rock hard and laying nearly flat against his stomach, pointing right up toward his chin. I climbed up onto the bed, positioning myself between his legs. I took his cock in my hand and lifted it straight up, dropped my head and sat there admiring his tool, my face just inches from his most intimate body part. I slid my well-lubed hand up and down his shaft as he lifted his chin and let out a contented groan. I lowered my head further and put the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked, applying as much pressure as I could. I rolled my tongue around his cock head while it was in my mouth. I release the sucking pressure and slid my mouth down his dick, taking as much of it in my mouth as I could. I've always known I was a good cock sucker and decided I was going to give this guy a blow job he would never forget. I continued slowly engulfing his dick, quarter inch by quarter inch. I was determined to see how much of it I could take in. I got it about half way in and slowly let it slip back out between my lips. I took a breath and started back down. I hit the halfway point this time and kept going. I relaxed my throat muscles, concentrating on stifling my gag reflex. I felt his cock head touch the back of my throat and a unconsciously tightened by grip on his cock shaft. I continued focusing on relaxing my throat and let his cock head slide further down my throat. With my mouth now wide open, I felt my nose touch his pubic hair. Almost there. I took a deep breath through my nose and let the last half inch of his dick enter my mouth. I closed my lips tightly around the base of his cock and reached down and cupped his balls in my free hand. He moaned with pleasure and complimented my technique. Having achieved my cock sucking goal, I slowly let his dick slide back out of my mouth, my lips tightly wrapped around his member. I then began quickly sliding it in and out of my mouth while I pumped his shaft with my fist. I let go of his balls and, instead, grabbed the butt plug and started sliding it in and out of him. I had to concentrate to keep my head bobbing up and down, my right hand pumping his cock shaft and my left hand sliding a butt plug in and out of his asshole. Made patting one's head and rubbing one's tummy seem like a piece of cake. He began to tense up and seemed to be skipping breaths. He was about to cum. I kept sucking, pumping, and sliding. After a few more strokes, he was right on the edge, about to let go. At the exact right moment, just as he was about to erupt, I pulled the butt plug rapidly out of his ass. It was as if I had opened the floodgates of a dam. He began spewing load after load of cum. The first couple of blobs I caught in my mouth and swallowed. The last few I watched shoot out of his dick and land on his stomach. I rubbed them into his skin with my fingers, while still holding his pulsating cock with my other hand. Showing Off I was meeting one of my girlfriends for lunch and we had agreed to meet in a quiet pub that serves lunches. I got there first and sat in a little alcove away from the main bit of the pub. It was nice and quiet there and there was only 1 other table that I could see from there. As it was a hot day, I had dressed appropriately, a lovely sheer blouse with a little lacy bra which was clearly visible (god, I'm such a little slut...lol), a little short pleated kilted skirt which came down to halfway down my thighs, and knee high white socks. I refrained from putting my hair in pigtails, but apart from that I looked like a typical schoolgirl from a porn film. The outfit was rounded off by no panties..lol. It was too hot for panties, and besides I knew that my girlfriend liked to rub her toes over my pussy under the table in public places. Anyway, at the only other table I could see were a middle-aged couple who looked in their early 50's or so. They were just sitting there having lunch and I didn't really pay any attention to them. I do fantasise about a threesome with a much older couple and I will do that someday, but they weren't the type of couple I would want to be with. The woman was quite fat really and her ass more than filled the chair. And the man was pretty average looking, but balding and also quite a bit overweight. As I was reading the menu, Julie, my girlfriend arrived and when she saw me came over and kissed me quite longingly. She gave my breast a little squeeze too, much to my delight. As she sat down, I noticed that the guy had seen Julie squeeze my breast and he was staring at me, his face going quite red. He gave a little nervous smile at me but looked quickly away again before his wife saw him. I don't know why, but I was getting turned on by the thought of this guy being exciting by us. Anyway, as we were only having sandwiches, our order came really quickly. Julie and I chatted about some stuff, nothing very important. I happened to look across at the other table and noticed the man had slid down slightly in his chair and he was looking directly under our table! I then suddenly realised that I had been sitting with my legs slightly apart and he was trying to see up my skirt. I whispered across to Julie what was happening and she looked round, which caused the man to panic and he quickly looked away. I noticed his wife was engrossed in the newspaper and was paying him no attention. Julie then slightly shocked me by saying I should put on a show for him because it would really turn her on. After a minute or two of discussion, I decided to do it, and watched the man out of the corner of my eye. It didn't take him long to sink lower into his chair again and his eyes to wander over in my direction. I turned slightly in my chair so I was sitting directly in his eyeline. Taking a deep breath, I slowly parted my legs until my knees were about 18 inches apart. I could feel my pussy lips slightly part and of course, I was soaking wet. I couldn't tell exactly how much he could see, so decided to go the whole hog and give him the full show. I scooted forward slightly in my seat and pulled my skirt up a little, trying to look like I was doing it subconsciously. I looked over at the man and saw that he had a definite tent in his trousers and he was squirming about a bit, trying to hide it. I sat like that for about 5 minutes letting him see me. I was telling Julie what he was doing and she got so turned on that she put her hand between her own legs and started rubbing herself. She was wearing jeans though, so she couldn't get easy access, poor baby, but I sorted her out later on. I looked the man straight in the face (it took him a while to notice I was looking at him), and our eyes met. I could see the shock in his eyes at being caught looking, but I could also see the lust. Maybe if he had been alone I might have let him finger me...who knows. Anyway, I gave him a sleazy, sexy smile and ran my hand over my breasts, then slowly down my stomach. I could see his eyes following my hand and then I lifted my skirt even higher and started stroking my clit and pussy. This was such a turn on, I had never done this before in public. As I was rubbing my clit, I'm sure he came in his pants as he gave a little shudder, then a look of horror came over his face and he grabbed a napkin off the table and placed it over his lap. I knew then it was time to leave and as we were getting our things together, the man's wife got up to go to the bathroom. Julie and I walked over to the man's table (well, we had to pass it to get to the bar anyway) and he gave me a little nervous smile. Then a really evil thought crossed my mind and I reached out and wiped my juice coated fingers on his face so that he could smell me. I wondered how he would explain that to his wife. We paid the bill and left and we went back to Julie's for a great session. But that's another story. Showing Off Kristen had been held up at work and was late for the party. It was evening, already after dark. She was out in the suburbs, somewhere with a lot of trees and lawns, and the street, when she found it, was already full of cars, double and triple parked up along the verges. She drove slowly, found a space, and pulled in. She needed to change, to get out of her work clothes. She took off her shoes, sitting in the driver's seat, then wriggled around to do the rest. She got her suit jacket off, and her shirt open, before she decided there wasn't enough room in the car. She opened the door and got out. It was dark. She'd be fine. She took off her shirt, and undid her suit pants and pulled them down a little. She was about to reach back into the car for her dress, when she realized. There was a guy sitting in the car next to her. Sitting in the car, with a phone to his ear, his mouth open, staring at her. A cute guy. Kristen had no idea what to do. She was embarrassed. She was standing there in her bra, a fairly sexy, small bra, and it was completely her fault. She should have checked. She decided to make the most of it. She grinned, and waved. He smiled back. She decided she liked him. She decided he had a nice face. She pulled down one cup of her bra and flashed him. He looked started, then grinned back at her. She put herself away, and he wound down his window. "Sorry," he said. "I thought you'd seen me." "Have now." "I'm on hold," he said, looking at his phone. "I'd have been talking otherwise." "Don't worry," Kristen said. She turned around and got her dress, and pulled it on over her head. She was pretty sure he was still watching. He hadn't wound his window up yet. "Are you still looking at me?" she said. "Shit, sorry, I..." "Be useful," she said, and took a step backwards. "Zip me up." Nothing happened. "Can you reach?" she said. "Hold on." He must have leaned out his car window. She felt his hand on the small of her back, felt him fumbling. Then he pulled the zipper. "Thanks," she said, and turned around. She still had to get her pants down from under her dress, and she could either do that by tugging and wiggling and being ungainly, or she could keep going with whatever she was doing here and let him watch. She pulled the dress up, over her pants. She pulled her pants down. Pulled them off one foot, then the other. Then stood there, grinning. He sat there and stared. Her hips were right at the level of his nose, and her undies weren't completely sensible. There probably wasn't much to see, but whatever there was, he could see all of it. She pulled the dress back down, slowly, and sat down in the driver's seat to put on her shoes. Flashing him again a little, probably, and grinning. "Okay," she said. "Bye," and went inside. * The house was nice. Kristen didn't really know anyone, had been invited by a friend of a friend, but the house was nice, and the people seemed nice, and she kept wondering if she'd see the guy from outside. He found her while she was perching on the arm of a sofa, and came and sat on the seat beside her. Someone had just got up from that spot, and Kristen had been wondering if she should take it herself when he landed there. "You," she said, and had a better look at him. She hadn't been able to see properly outside. Definitely cute, and grinning at her like they had some secret together. "I hoped I'd find you," he said. "And you did." "Can I get you a drink or anything?" "You just sat down." "I'll stand up." She picked a glass, from the side-table beside her, and showed him it was half-full. It wasn't her glass, and she was a bit thirsty, but she didn't really want him to move. This little game was quite interesting. "What do you do?" he said. "You had a suit on when you arrived." She shook her head. "You don't want me to tell you?" "Don't ask about that." "Okay." He sat there looking at her. "What do you do for fun?" She shook her head again. "I shouldn't ask about you at all?" "I'm not going to fall in love with you," she said. "I'm not going to marry you. So what's the point?" He looked a little offended, but she was pretty sure he was pretending. "You're not going to fall for me? You know that already?" "Yep." "That's sudden." She leaned forward, spoke quietly, "You're a pervert. You leer at innocent women in the dark. Of course I'm not going to fall for you." He grinned. "I might fuck you though." "Oh," he said, and seemed quite surprised by that. "That's good, then." "I think so." He sat quietly for a while, like he didn't know what to say next. After a while, Kristen took off her shoes, undid them and dropped them on the floor and swung herself around so she was sitting facing him, her toes on the couch, against his leg. "Don't," she said, since he was obviously trying to see up her dress. He looked at her for a while. "I can rub them." "Rub what?" "You're feet. If they're sore." She wanted to say that wasn't why she'd taken off her shoes, but didn't bother. She nodded, and held out one foot. He did, and he did it well. Like he had before. Holding her foot pretty tight, so it didn't tickle, running his thumbs up and down the length of her arch "You haven't got a fetish or something have you?" she said. "About feet?" "Nope," he said. "Have you?" "Not about feet." He looked up, suddenly. "Flashing people," she said. "Obviously." "Really?" She shrugged. Then, because she was actually after him in a way and didn't want to put him off, she said, "I didn't actually know until tonight, but apparently." He grinned, and kept rubbing her foot. It was actually quite nice to get a foot-rub at a party. Nicer than talking to strangers or passing out or whatever else she might be doing otherwise. She took that foot away after a while, and gave him the other, and he looked up her dress when she did, but she didn't mind, especially. He started rubbing her calf. It felt good, like an actual massage. "Sit down here," he said. "You'll be more comfortable." "I'm fine." "And I can reach more easily." "Reach what?" she said, but slid off the couch arm and sat beside him, her feet in his lap. She leaned back on her elbows, and watched him, and he rubbed higher up her legs. Rubbed her thigh. And then rubbed ever higher. His hands were up under her dress, and he was watching her. She ignored him, looked around the room, let him work out how to grope her best. He moved a bit, to reach, and got his hand all the way up to her hip. He wasn't massaging now, wasn't rubbing hard, he was being all slow and soft and teasing. She closed her eyes, and sighed. She couldn't really help it. After a while she realized he was hesitating, like he wasn't sure how far she wanted to go. She looked around. There people nearby, standing and talking, some in chairs opposite them, and another couple behind him, further down the couch. No-one seemed to be paying any attention. "Go on," she said, and he slid his fingers inside her underwear. She'd expected a bit of an outside rub, but he went up the inside of her leg, and over her lips, and right inside her. She was so wet he slipped straight in, and he felt so good she shivered, and bit her lip, and just sat there without moving. She closed her eyes. She was being fingered in a crowded room, and no-one seemed to know or care. It was hot. She slid a little closer. Bent one leg, and put the other right across him, so she was pressed against him and his hand up her dress was less obvious. As she moved she bumped Amber on the other side of him, who looked at her. "Sorry," Kristen said. Amber smiled, and looked away, and didn't seem to notice anything odd. The guy had two fingers inside her, and was pushing his thumb down on her clit. It was like he was kneading wetness out of her. She was breathing roughly, almost panting. He was watching her. "We can go somewhere else," he said quietly. "More private." "No," she said. "Right here." He looked around. He seemed more nervous than she was. "Here," she said. She could smell herself. She could hear wet noises his fingers were making, when the music was quiet. She was sitting in the middle of a room, of a dozen people, and getting fingered. She was surprised how much it was turning her on. "Kiss me," she said, and he leaned over and kissed her. She wriggled closer, settled into his arms, let him explore her. Explore with his mouth and explore with his hand. It was sexy and warm and nice. She moved her dress, made sure no-one going past could see, then sat there being kissed and fingered and relaxed and let herself slowly drift towards an orgasm. "I can see what you're doing," a woman's voice said suddenly. "Everyone else can too." Kristen opened her eyes. Someone was sitting on the arm of the couch, looking down at her, smirking. "Don't care," Kristen said. "Didn't think you did. Can we watch?" "I'm just sitting here," Kristen said, grinning. "You do what you like." The woman sat beside her on the couch, and a guy who seemed to be with her sat next to her. Kristen looked around, and decided no-one else was watching. Not unless they were so discreet she couldn't tell. "I'm Amber," the woman said. Kristen shook her hand. "Kristen." "Shane," said the guy with his hand inside Kristen. She grinned at him, and held out her hand, her left hand. He shook it, quite solemnly, without stopping rubbing her with the other. "Is everyone really watching?" Kristen said. "Just us." Amber looked around. "And him." Kristen looked where Amber was and realized someone across the room was. That guy was smiling, but not quite as cute as Shane, and Kristen suddenly she wondered if she minded being perved at by people who weren't hot. She decided not. "Keep going," Amber said, and Shane looked at Kristen, and then did. Amber stroked Kristen's arm, and Amber's man stroked Amber's leg. Kristen wondered if she should ask what the other guy's name was, since he was probably about to watch her come, but decided she didn't care. She hunched forward, and kissed Shane, and pushed herself against him, and wasn't sure if now and then she didn't moan. She was getting close, but she wasn't sure she could, like this. She was a bit nervous, and he wasn't touching her quite the right way. "I want to do more," she said into Shane's mouth. "We can go somewhere," Amber said. "I want to do more, right here, but I don't know if I should. I don't know if it's rude, or if I'll gross people out." "Go on," Amber said, but Kristen hesitated. The room was fairly dim, and the couch was backed into a corner, and Kristen was behind Amber and her boyfriend, hidden a little. It was getting later, too. The stage of the party where people started keeping to themselves, starting talking in smaller groups. It probably looked like that's what they were all doing over here. Just whispering and talking and keeping to themselves, sharing the space there was on the couch as best they could. A few people had walked past while Kristen was getting fingered, and she didn't think they'd noticed. Kristen sat up, and kissed Shane, and said, "Your turn. I'll do you." "You can't here." "Right here." He looked around, seemed nervous. She reached over, sat closer to reach, and slid her hand into his trousers. He was hard. Hard and hot and he closed his eyes when she touched him. She could reach, but not properly. She needed more room. "Has anyone got a coat or something?" she said. "A scarf?" No-one seemed to. Kristen decided she didn't care, and undid Shane's trousers, and pulled his shirt down to hide him as best she could. She licked her hand, as subtly as she could, licked her hand and kissed him and started jerking him off. He looked like he felt about how Kristen had a moment ago. He closed his eyes, then opened them and looked at her, then glanced around nervous, and then closed them again. His cock swelled a little in her hand, and got warmer as she rubbed. She wanted more. She wasn't sure how far she was prepared to go, but she wanted more. She bent over, moved his shirt. "Kristen," he said. "Shit, you can't." She put him in her mouth, and he went quiet. She tasted him, felt the shape of him. She liked men. She liked their mouths, and she liked their cocks, and she liked running her hands all over their bodies. She liked the first feel of a new penis inside her. She sucked hard, slid down him deep, and realized Shane was gasping a bit. "Shh," she murmured, around his cock. She was nervous at first. She didn't know how obvious this was, how well she was hidden behind the other two, how awkward it would be if she was caught. She sucked, a bit jumpy, planning to get it done quickly. Amber started stroking her back, and whispered, "You're fine. No-one's looking." The gentle touch, and the reassurance, calmed Kristen down a little. She slowed down a little, sucked gently, savored him. Savored what she was doing. She wanted to be doing this. She didn't quite know why, but it was hot. She started to relax. She started to get turned on by being here, doing this. Some people walked through the room, talking and Kristen kept sucking, made a point of moving her head up and down to make it as obvious as she could what she was doing. The feet didn't stop. "God," Shane whispered, "I'm close." She suddenly realized she hadn't thought this though. She didn't know him. She probably shouldn't let him come in her mouth without a condom. Then again, she probably shouldn't have started if she was worried, and she probably shouldn't be blowing people in crowded rooms if she was that concerned about being sensible. She glanced around. No-one outside their group had noticed them. Kristen kept sliding her hand up and down Shane's cock. It was in plain sight, bare and shiny with spit and twitching slightly, no way she could be doing anything else. She bent back down, and kept sucking. Shane came. He pushed his hips up into Kristen's face quite suddenly. Kristen went with him, took as much of him as she could into her mouth, swallowed. There was a lot. More than many guys had. It was sweet, fairly thick. She didn't swallow the last of it, kept it in her mouth, tasting it. She sucked until he seemed finished, and then sat up. She looked up, looked at Amber and her guy and swallowed the last of it as obviously as she could. Then she took a sip of beer, and wiped her mouth. "That was fucking cool," Amber said. Kristen shrugged. "You should do her," Amber said to Shane. "I did her for ages." "With your hand. Fair's fair." "I will if you want," Shane said to Kristen. She was tempted. She wanted head. She wanted something. She just wasn't sure she wanted to be as bare as she'd need to be to do it. Getting felt up and blowing someone in a crowd seemed okay, because she still had her clothes on. Pulling up her dress enough to get eaten out would basically leave her naked. "No," she said. "Maybe later." They all looked at her, and seemed disappointed. Kristen hesitated, "Not head, anyway." Sudden interest. "I'd fuck," she said to Shane, "If you can." Silence. "Can you?" She still had her hand on his cock, hidden under his shirt. It was slippery, wasn't completely soft, but it wasn't hard either. "I can in a minute," he said. "If anyone's got a condom? I don't." Another silence. "Oh shit," Kristen said. "You're kidding." Amber got her bag, looked inside. Said, "Sorry," after a minute. The two guys just shook their heads. Kristen felt annoyed. She felt like she'd been cheated. "You could anyway," Amber said. "Easy for you to say." "I would." "I don't know," Kristen said. "Have either of you got anything?" Kristen shook her heads, then Shane. "There you go." Kristen sat there, and looked at Amber. She knew it was a stupid thing to do, but was fairly sure she was going to anyway. "You get him hard," she said. "And I'll fuck him." Amber hesitated. "Well?" Kristen said. Amber nodded. "All right." Kristen looked at the guy with Amber. "He doesn't mind?" "He wants to fuck you." "Oh," Kristen said, a little surprised. "He won't care while he thinks you might." Kristen grinned. "There's bedrooms upstairs," Shane said. "Maybe we should." "Not yet," Kristen said. Amber bent over Shane. Kristen couldn't really see. Amber was being subtle, like Kristen had, bending down, barely moving, trying to hide under her own hair. Kristen still had her hand on Shane's cock, and could feel Amber's lips bump her hand occasionally. She watched, and realized she didn't really care about watching. She wanted to be looked at herself, not see other people fuck. "Okay," Amber said, and looked at Kristen. Shane was hard. Kristen leaned over and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you, but if you pull up my dress, if you take out my boob, do anything to let anyone see any of me, I'll slap you so hard you can't think and walk out of here, okay?" Shane nodded. Kristen climbed over. Her dress slid up, and she pulled it down, worried. She knelt on his lap, facing away from him, reached backwards, found his cock and held him. He sighed into her ear. She pulled her underwear to the side, and sat on him. She was wet, and ready. She pushed down, and he slid all the way inside her. She closed her eyes and sat there for a moment, feeling him inside. Feeling his head, and hardness and how slippery he was. She could smell herself again, or smell them both. She wasn't sure. She looked around the room, but no-one seemed to have noticed. She squeezed herself as tight as she could, and he breathed harder like he could feel it. She squeezed, and moved slightly, tried to fuck him as unobtrusively as she could. Her legs were a little way apart, a little obvious, so she pulled her dress down and held it there with one hand pushed hard between her legs. She'd started doing that to hold her dress in place, clamping it there, but she realized after a moment she was pressing on her clit, and it actually felt quite good. She fucked him slowly, made herself keep quiet. Amber and her boyfriend watched. It was hot. Kristen felt powerful, controlling. Shane started fucking up at her, and she squashed down with her hips, said, "Stay still." He tried to reach her clit, but she pushed him away, said, "I'm doing it." He kissed her neck instead, and that worked well. Shivering fire tingled down her body. She looked around the room. She had a stranger's cock inside her, she was fucking him on the sofa, and no-one knew. She liked that secret. She liked the chance that someone might look over, and notice, and tell the whole room. She liked that the whole room might look at her. She fucked harder, and started getting close. Shane was trying to grab her again, maybe her tits, not really paying attention. She caught his arm, and held it. Shane came. She felt the flood of him, felt him spasm inside her, and squeezed herself tight around him. His spurt inside her made Kristen come too. She hadn't meant to, had planned to be the one in control to make sure neither of them made too much noise, but it had been a long time since a stranger came inside her, bareback. She felt him, suddenly, and glanced around and room, and realized that seeing all the people who didn't know what she was doing didn't help with her staying calm, and then she came too. She was fairly sure she moaned. She was fairly sure she closed her eyes and made an obvious orgasm face. She was fairly she she'd managed to keep her dress over herself while she did, and was glad about that. She was a little embarrassed, as she came down from it, but not so embarrassed she regretted it. She opened her eyes, though, glanced around and made sure no-one was looking. Showing Off Shane was still inside her. She was full of him, wet with him, and sitting on sofa in the middle of a party. She didn't know quite what to do now. "We should find a bedroom," Amber said. "We really should." Kristen looked at them. "I think I'm good." "Come on," She shook her head. "You should," Shane said behind her, and Amber said, "After that, you can't just stop." "I think I'm into this, not just the four of us..." Everyone looked disappointed, and Kristen felt a bit guilty. "Shit," she said. "Maybe. But if I do, I'll probably just watch." "Whatever you want," Amber said. "But you have to be there. You started this." Kristen nodded. She hesitated a moment, but Shane was slipping out of her. She lifted of him quickly, squeezed her knees together. Shane tucked himself away. Kristen realized they'd left a little sticky smear on the sofa, and couldn't decide if she was turned on or horrified. Shane saw where she was looking, and wiped it with his sleeve, and Kristen decided she needed to go, she was suddenly embarrassed. The went upstairs. Kristen walked with knees squeezed together, as best the could. Amber knocked on a couple of doors, got a shout from one and looked in a second and said, "In here." They followed her into a spare room. A double bed, an empty dresser. "Perfect," Amber said, and looked at the door to see if it would lock. "Leave it," Kristen said. Amber grinned at her. "Don't you want a bathroom?" Kristen shook her head. She moved her feet, put them a little way apart. She held her dress so it was up, but still covering her, held her underwear aside, and squeezed. After a moment, a thick gob of come ran down her leg, dribbled to the floor. She squeezed again and another followed it. Then she sat down next to Shane on the bed. She took his beer, that he still seemed to be carrying, and took a sip. They all looked at her, like they were impressed, and Kristen was surprised how much she liked that. Maybe she did just want to be watched, and she'd never had the chance before. "That was hot," Amber said. "Downstairs. And right then." "Yeah." "Want me to do you?" Kristen blinked, took a moment to realize it was her that Amber meant. "Um..." "I'd like to." Kristen looked at her. She was pretty, but. "I don't know..." "It'd be fun." "I wouldn't do you." "Okay." "And I wouldn't get undressed or anything." "Okay." Kristen looked at her for a moment, then said, "Nah. I mean, I appreciate it, but I don't think it's me." "Okay," Amber said. "No problem. Want a blowjob?" "Who?" Shane said, after a moment. "Ah, both of you?" Shane shrugged. Amber did them both, taking turns. Kristen sat on the edge of the bed and watched, and couldn't see as much as she'd have thought. Like before, downstairs. Mostly Amber's back and hair, occasionally a cock against her lips. She couldn't see much, but she hear slurping and sucking and moans, and that was a little hot. After a while Amber sat up and said, "I need some. Does anyone want to fuck me?" "I will," Shane said. Everyone looked at Kristen. "I don't care," she said. "I hardly know him." Shane and Amber started, moving around, doing different things. They were slow, Shane being gentle again. Sensual. Kristen was getting more turned on than she'd thought she would. Maybe the interaction, maybe the friendliness. She was wet, could imagine the feel of Shane's tongue on her. The other guy was getting in the way, getting accidentally fucked on. He moved over, sat next to Kristen. "You don't mind this?" Kristen said to him. "Her with him?" "Don't you?" "I only just met him. You two seem to know each other." The guy grinned and shrugged. After a minute, "I sort of like to watch." "You don't feel you're missing out. Because I won't..." "I like to watch. So only if you want to." Kristen nodded, and watched. Shane and Amber were moving around, taking breaks from fucking to give each other head. Kristen felt bad about the Amber's boyfriend. "Look," she said. "Do you want a blowjob." He looked at her. "I mean, you're missing out." "We could fuck. So you don't too?" Kristen shook her head. "I'm not really as into this as everyone else is. I mean, it's fun, but not my thing." "Just the showing off?" "Apparently. But I feel bad you're sitting there, so if you like..." "I could go down on you?" "Nah, I'm still full of him." "Yeah," he said. "I know." "Oh," Kristen said, and thought about that. "You don't mind?" "I want to." For some reason that was hot. Like being watched. Perhaps just because no-one had ever offered before. "Um," Kristen said. "Yeah, okay." She sat, and kind of bent to watch. It felt like he was spreading her open, pushing his tongue inside, trying to get all Shane's semen out. "Are you really into that?" she said. He looked up, shrugged, then nodded. She pulled him up and kissed him and almost imagined she could taste a little of Shane, past his mouth and past the taste of herself. Shane and Amber were both watching now, and Kristen started thinking about being watched. She turned herself around and sixty-nined with the guy for a while, and that was kind of hot. While they did, she thought about being watched, and about letting a stranger come inside her, and about doing it again. "Hey," she said to the guy. "You can fuck me if you want. If everyone's okay with that?" Everyone seemed to be. He tuned her over first, so she could watch the other two watching her. He seemed quite clever like that. Everyone slid closer together. It was quite nice. There was a lot of touching and kissing between the two pairs, as much as people could reach. Amber leaned over and kissed Kristen, and took the guy's cock out of her to suck, and later Kristen was pretty sure she felt a mouth on her, while she was still being fucked, and had no idea who it was. "Hey," Amber said to Kristen. "Trade?" Kristen thought about penises being in her, and in other people, and swapping around. She thought about penises slippery and shiny with being inside other people, and nodded. Shane fucked her. After a while the other guy knelt beside her face and put his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth. She sucked him hard, long strokes as far back as she could go, ticked his balls with her fingertips. She had two cocks inside her. She had two men fucking her. She lay there and felt it, felt them move, felt their hands touch her and caress her. For just a second she had no idea what she was doing. How she'd ended up here. "Wait," she said, and got up and turned over so she could kneel. If she was going to do this, she wanted to do it well. She knelt on all fours and they fucked her. She tried to stay still, so she didn't bump into one with the rhythm of the other, just knelt there, her mouth open, her legs apart, and they both fucked her, gently. It was like she could feel what was in her mouth with her pussy, somehow. They swapped around. Swapped ends. She was a thing, a fucking pleasure thing, and without a word they traded places and each used her in the opposite way. There were hands stroking her neck and shoulder, very gently. Stroking her back. It was nice. Really nice. She had been planning to get herself off as quickly possible, and leave, but she changed her mind. She liked this. She liked new people, and strange cock inside her, twice over, and the tastes and feelings of this. It was completely different to sex with one other person. She was still wearing her dress. She felt a hand on her zipper, pulling, and looked up and said, "No." The dress was up around her hips, to fuck her, but she still had underwear on. She liked that modesty, while they did this to her. "I want to see you," Shane said. "We all do." "No," she said. "Fuck me." She remembered Amber, suddenly, and looked for her. "Do you want a turn? Sorry, I'm..." "You're fine." "I want them both to come inside me. So if you want more...?" "I had a go. Do what you like." Kristen nodded, and started fucking more. "We should?" Shane said. "Yep." She started again, sucking hard and deep. Fucking fast, squeezing herself. Shane held her head and started to groan and suddenly came. His first shot straight down her throat. She felt him pulse but tasted nothing at all. She'd just blown a total stranger, swallowed his come, and that was hot. That was what part of her had wanted. She stayed down, let his second shot go into her throat, then took the rest in her mouth so she could taste him. Behind her, the Amber's boyfriend was watching, was holding her hips, was pushing into her a bit desperately. "Are you close?" he said. "Go," she said. "I'm fine." "I'll wait." She grinned, and knelt up, pressed herself back to him. She could turn her head and kiss him, and she did, with a mouth full of Shane. "You sure you can?" she said, and he looked like he wasn't. Shane was still in front of her watching. Her dress was pulled up by the other guy's hands, and Shane seemed to be looking at her pussy, at the cock sliding in and out of her. "What?" she said. He leaned forward, and bent, and licked her. Licked her clit, while a cock went into her, licked the taste of another man off her. It was good, slippery and hard at once, a slithering tongue on her, while she was full inside. She'd never dreamed she'd ever do such a thing. She'd never thought she'd find a man willing to. She leaned onto Shane's mouth, and tried to pull the guy inside her with her. Leaned, and spread herself, and held onto Shane's head to balance. She felt the cock inside her swell, felt it start to spasm. She was almost there too, kept fucking. She felt semen fill her, hot and damp, felt some come out, as they fucked, felt it land on her lips, her clit, right next to Shane's tongue. He licked it too, licked her and it, and the cock inside her filled her, and shot semen into her, which filled her too. She came. She went limp, and the two guys held her up, and couldn't move for a moment while she came. She slid off, pulled the guy's cock out of herself. She didn't even know his name, and she'd just let him come inside her. She suddenly felt awful, felt stupid and embarrassed. "Hey," Shane said. "Are you okay?" She nodded. "I'm fine. I might go." "Wait," Amber said, but Kristen shook her head. "You had a go, but this is your thing, not mine. You have fun. I'll go." They all looked at her. She rearranged her clothes. "God," Amber's boyfriend said. "Thank you. That was incredible." Kristen nodded. "It was," Shane said. "I should go." She went to the door. She was still sticky inside, could still taste them both in her mouth, could feel come sticking to the back of her throat, oddly dry. "Are you sure you're okay?" Amber said. "You look like you're panicking." "A bit," Kristen said. "So I'm going to go." "You don't have to rush." "I do." Kristen said. "Please?" "Nah," Kristen said. "It was fun. You're all great. But from here it probably just gets awkward. Polite conversation after that." They all seemed to understand. "Can we see you again?" Amber said. "All of you?" "I don't think so," Kristen said. "Please?" Amber seemed really upset by Kristen saying no, so Kristen passed her phone around for them all to put numbers in. Amber kissed Kristen goodbye, and Kristen thought she tasted cock in Amber's mouth, and felt embarrassed again. She shook hands with Shane and the other guy, and that was odd too, shaking hands with someone while his semen still clung in the back of her throat, and dripped out her pussy. "Please call," Shane said. "Really." "I'll think about it." She looked at him, and wondered, then decided anything so ordinary would just spoil the night. "Probably not" she said, and kissed him, and went down the stairs. Showing Off and Using Dawn I had known Dawn for years we had gone to High School together a long long time ago and we were both in our 40's now. Although we had never had a relationship, over the years become very good friends and now we had become fuck buddies. Sometimes when we were single and sometimes when one or both of us were in a relationship. We had kept this secret from everyone we knew, so all our partners friends and family just thought we were close friends. Dawn and I had the same adventurous and curious nature about sex and most of our conversations usually turned to the subject. Our favourite game was Dawn being overpowered by me. We had learnt each others limits and likes and dislikes which meant we had an unspoken trust that if either of us said the safe-word any game would stop. This was especially needed because Dawn's favourite game was fighting me when I treated her roughly, fucking her with different objects, spanking her, including slapping her pussy. There was only one thing we had never done Dawn had always been adamant that she would not let me fuck her ass. Dawn is very sexy, she had always looked amazing with her slim figure and long slender limbs, her pale skin clung to her fine sculptured bone structure. She had small but perky breasts, with nice nipples that grew firm as you sucked and twisted them hard. When she laid back on a bed and breathed in her ribs showed a little bit and her hips and pelvic bones raised above her pussy framing her tight moist hole. Dawn loved the pleasures of being dominated and we had pushed the boundaries, but I was still unsure how far I could make her go. There had been spanking and some light bondage with which she had acted out the struggling woman with ease, her sexy pleading when I had her tied to the bed was a turn on. As with all the woman I have played kinky games with Dawn knew the only way to stop me was to use the safe-word Dawn and I hadn't met for a while and we decided we should play a kinky game, I had booked a hotel room in the city centre and had taken all the equipment that we would need. I was already getting aroused at the thought of what was going to happen. She looked amazing , Dawn's shoulder length hair framed her pretty face, her eyes dazzled with naughtiness. She was wearing a small sexy black dress that showed of her slender frame perfectly. Her pale skin contrasted well against the black dress and sheer black stockings her feet capped of with strappy stilettos. Dawn's dress was just long enough that when she was stood it covered her stocking tops and loose enough so when she walked or sat down everyone could see the pale skin of her thigh above her stockings. I knew she was wearing a sexy lacy thong as she had described every detail of her outfit in a text message earlier. We ordered some drinks and sat down with deviant smirks on our faces, I rested my hand on Dawn's thigh sliding it slowly up the inside, making her part her slender legs. She lent back in her chair allowing my hand to pull her skirt back. Exposing the little black triangle of her tight thong clinging to her crotch, the shape of her pussy imprinted into the soft material. I began to explore beneath the material of Dawn's panties, she initially struggled but could see I meant business. We were sat at a table to the side of the bar and all the booths along the wall were raised by a couple of steps, meaning anyone in the bar sat on the lower level could see directly under our table. Dawn had already noticed that people at three different tables had seen what had happened, an older couple in their late 50's the woman looked over disapprovingly but her husband had a big smile on his face. On another table a younger couple who had been sat quietly all night kept trying to glance over discreetly without us seeing and the third table had two men directly facing us without talking. Dawn tried to close her legs again, but I held her tight and tried to pretend that no-one was watching us. Dawn parted her legs further turning slightly towards me, this meant she exposed her stockings and pale white thighs. Whoever was watching now could see a very hot woman exposing intimate parts of her sensual body. Dawn was now getting nervous and stammered "I'm not sure about this Lee, it feels wrong like I'm a piece of meat" "No honey, you are a work of art, and you will obey me, this is what being my submissive toy is all about." I said tightening my grip on her knee. With that I let my free hand drift up her thigh and began to rub her crotch leaning in to kiss her cheek. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the old man shift position to get a better view underneath our table. Dawn shut her eyes to try and hide from the voyeurs as my fingers sneaked under her thong, she pushed her ass forward to allow easier access. Dawn was damp already and her pussy felt hot as the tip of my finger sought out her clitoris as my fingers parted her labia. I firmly pushed the tips of two of my fingers into Dawn's pussy, she gasped as her pussy parted. The young couple were staring quietly at us and the guys were making it very clear they were staring at the action under our table. I was getting so turned on my cock growing harder every second I watched and felt my fingers probe Dawn's tight exposed pussy. Dawn had her trade mark mischievous sexy smile on her face as her beautiful pussy parted and I gently massaged her clit. Dawn gripped my arm tightly and leant towards me. "Lee, everyone knows what's happening, I'm feeling like a slut. Please please stop." "Yes! Dawn your my dirty little slut! Which means I get to use you however I want!" I spoke in a low voice as my hand moved up her back wrapping my finger in her hair I pulled her head backwards firmly. Dawn gasped "Yes! Sir." I moved Dawn's arm off mine and placed it on her knee and looked round the room and we were beginning to attract a lot of attention, it was about time we went somewhere more private. Dawn brought her legs together and smoothed her skirt down. I moved my chair slightly to try and block the room from seeing anything but I could still see a guy at a table further down the bar sat on his own clearly staring, I ushered Dawn over to his table and we sat down. I ordered Dawn to open her legs slightly revealing her stockings again. I placed my hand on her knee and pulled her legs slightly further apart, Dawn let out a little gasp as she realised that the guy at the table would be able to see her pussy and protruding labia clearly as I pulled her thong to the side. Dawn tried to bring her legs together but I ordered her not to move and rubbed her clitoris with my fingers Dawn gave little shudders as I flicked her hardening clit. "Look! You will do as I tell you, you can struggle and say no but the results will be the same." Dawn nodded as I spoke. I looked to the guy who had moved to get a more comfortable view of the show and to see if anyone else had noticed, I nodded at him beckoning him nearer. "Hi I'm Sean, first may I say how hot you are." Sean said letting his eyes wander over Dawn, she closed her legs and covered herself up. "I was just sat bored when I saw your little show, I glad you came over" He said smiling. I introduced us and Sean kept complimenting Dawn which I knew she loved, she smiled as he said he loved slender pretty women and that her pussy had looked really erotic from where he was sitting. "Well! Dawn will let you have a closer look, won't you?" Dawn smiled anxiously at me she looked really unsure about the whole situation. "Don't worry Sean, she will do as she is told coz she is my little submissive plaything, so if I say she has to do something, she has to obey!" I said firmly looking between them both. "Come on Dawn get your legs open and let Sean see you play with your pussy." Dawn looked round the bar nervously, I could tell she was really uncomfortable being so dirty in public with a stranger watching her so closely. She opened her legs and shifted her skirt just enough to allow Sean and I see her pussy. Dawn looked at me hesitantly I gestured for her to continue and she let a hand drop to her crotch and let her fingers splay her pussy open. We could both see how wet Dawn was getting her juices glistening on her soft silky pussy lips, Dawn then began to rub the length of her middle finger over her clit and into the entrance of her cunt. She rubbed her fingers firmly down over her clit pushing the tips of her fingers inside her. Sean was smiling excitedly at the sensual show Dawn was putting on; my cock was beginning to ache as Dawn began to use two fingers which were getting covered in her juices. "Well do you like what you see Sean," He nodded silently, "Right well I think you should play with her now." I said as Dawns head snapped round at me, I firmly grabbed her wrist and uncovered her pussy bringing her fingers to Sean's mouth and he licked them without hesitation, his right hand dropping to Dawns wet pussy and he slid two fingers all the way in and massaged her pussy. Dawn moaned deeply as a strangers fingers forced their way inside her. I looked round and noticed another guy at the bar glancing furtively to see what was happening, it was so hot seeing Dawn being touched in public by a stranger and it be watched by another stranger. Dawn had her eyes closed as Sean slowly slid his fingers in and out of her, Dawn's clit had swollen up hard and as Sean's thumb rubbed over it she jerked in her chair as juice covered Sean's hand. I could see Sean was really enjoying the game but we had began to attract more of attention. "Well I think we should move on before they call the police." I said laughing Dawn was clearly relieved and I thanked Sean who looked extremely disappointed that the game was over. Maybe next time I'll let you use Dawn properly. Taking hold of Dawn's wrist I led her past her audience all of them knowing how sexy, horny and slutty she really was. I stroked the back of Dawn's hair and pulled her into a deep long kiss leaving Dawn breathless. "Come on lets go to our room, straighten ourselves out and decided what we're goin to do." I knowing that it would be a while before we left the room again. Once in the empty lift Dawn stood not knowing where to look after being put on show in the bar. I moved behind her and pulled her arms tightly together behind her back. Dawn began to struggle a little, understanding that the show in the bar had only been a warm up. "Please Lee, not here, I'm not sure I want us to do anything else now, why don't we just go out?" Dawn spoke with nerves or maybe excitement making her voice tremble. I ignored her, I tightened my grip on Dawn's arms, she had to know who was boss. Then I began to roughly fondle Dawn, squeezing and pulling her nipples firmly, she made a little yelp as I twisted the end of Dawn's nipples hard. I ripped her dress open exposing her breasts. The lift stopped on our floor and the doors began to open. I covered Dawn up slightly but left her bare nipples on show, the doors slid open and we quickly hurried out and past a man who saw Dawn's naked breasts as he waited to get in the lift. Not wanting to lose any more time, I kept hold of Dawn and pushed her roughly down the corridor to our room she struggled to get loose and was having difficulty walking in her high heels, making the journey more fraught for her. I opened the room door and I roughly shoved Dawn inside. Dawn was quiet and apprehensive as I tore her dress from her Dawn looked amazing completely naked except for her black hold up stockings and her stiletto heels her shaved pussy pouted wetly. I dropped my hand to her pussy and rubbed it making the ends of my fingers wet. "No please stop, please, please I don't want to do this! Don't please, I'm begging you leave me alone!" Dawn pleaded and struggled more but as always I was far to strong for her and she knew I wouldn't stop except for the safe-word. I wrapped her finger into the straps of Dawn's thong and pulled hard tearing it from her, the sight was so hot. Dawn's fine looks and pale skin. Dawn moved forward, her little pert tits and erect nipples. I dropped my mouth to Dawn's neck and bit hard into Dawn's soft skin before I dropped to my knees. My mouth quickly latched on to Dawn's clit and sucked it into my mouth rolling the soft sensitive clit in-between my teeth. Dawn's legs weakened slightly, but I held her up as I started to slide my fingers inside Dawn. Between her moans of mock protest Dawn struggled harder and said. "Stop it Stop, I wont go through with this I'm not a slut." "You are a dirty slut, and I will do what ever I want to you, now get over to the bed and lean over it with your hands on it and your legs straight." I ordered. Dawn took the position as ordered her body looked so hot as her breasts hung down her erect nipples looking like they were ready to explode. I moved her legs apart exposing her pussy and her ass to perfection. "Well Dawn your mine to do things to, but first you needs to be punished for your disobedience." as I spoke and moved to stand behind Dawn. I opened the compartment in my suitcase and retrieved some items before I began to spank Dawn's tight ass. I started gently then using firmer slaps with each stroke. Dawn didn't move only making a slight sound as my hand spanked her. I shifted her position and brought my hand quickly from behind her, slapping Dawn's pussy with a sharp smack. Dawn yelped loudly at her wet pussy being slapped hard, I watched my cock now throbbing at the sight of the hot sexy woman in-front of me. I quickly undressed and took a riding crop and a dildo from the case, pushing Dawn onto the bed. I wasted no time in sliding the dildo into Dawn but she knelt onto the bed pulling away. "Stop it please, Lee stop I don't want this" Dawn pleaded throwing her self flat to the bed. Taking the riding crop I flicked it against Dawn's ass, she yelped in surprise and looked at me. Moving round to the side of the bed I used the crop on Dawn's ass, although she flinched she parted her legs letting me stroke her pouting pussy with the end of the crop, I flicked against Dawn's pussy, she flinched and yelp a little, I repeated it harder she moaned. "Dawn raise your ass up you little slut." Dawn followed my instructions and moved into a doggy position, her breasts swinging free as they left contact with the bed. Using the crop I teased her nipples before flicking them hard. As I firmly and deeply rammed the dildo inside Dawn's tight body, she gasped as it filled her cunt. Grabbing Dawn's hair I roughly pulled her head back and pushed my cock into her mouth, she sucked and licked it so hard I nearly came right away. To try a distract myself I focused on using the crop and whipped Dawn's ass, Dawn must have realised she was losing herself in the moment and began to struggle again, This only made Dawn's teeth scrape my cock and I pushed the end of the dildo hard into Dawn turning her on even more. I had to pull my cock out before I came in Dawn's mouth. "Stop, No, No leave me alone, please stop her, stop using me, stop!" Dawn was struggling hard. Reaching down to her nipples I twisted them hard pulling them, squeezing them. I again used the crop to whip Dawn's nipples making her yelp. "Listen Dawn, you Sirs little slut toy, now take the dildo and start to fuck your pussy hard with it." Dawn obeyed my command as I used the crop against her thigh. Dropping the crop I took some lube and rubbed it on my swollen cock, I took my first two fingers and slowly forced them into Dawn's ass, building up the force until I'd penetrated her tight un-fucked ass, now it was her turn to really protest. "Lee this wasn't part of the deal leave my ass alone, don't you dare you bastard." Dawn raised her voice probably knowing I wouldn't stop know without a safe-word. No safe-word, so grabbing the cheeks of Dawn's petite ass I forced them wide and I positioned my cock ready to push it into her. Dawn had stopped struggling and was really enjoying being fucked with the dildo judging from her heavy breathing and moaning she was building up to an orgasm. I dug my fingers hard into Dawn's hips probably leaving little finger bruises behind and I firmly pushed my cock onto the entrance of her ass-hole, Dawn struggled and protested as she still used the dildo to fuck deep into her pussy. Dawn's muscles relaxed and my cock delved deep inside her virgin ass, she gasped loudly as I fucked her. I could feel the dildo moving around inside her as I fucked her hard, Dawn continued to protest and struggle but that was just turning me on more. Her hand grabbed the dildo and she began to ram it deep and hard inside her I could feel the dildo push against my cock through the walls of her pussy and ass. My hands now free spanked her ass and thighs hard as I fucked her tight ass. Dawn struggled trying to buck me off her. My fingers tightened round her delicate neck, Dawn moaned harder as she fucked the dildo deeper and harder into her pussy, as I fucked her struggling body in and out of her tight ass. Dawn began to cum, her ass contracted and squeezed my cock painfully and she yelped with pain. I pulled out this clearly had an affect on Dawn as she began to moan "Oh my god" as her body began to thrash about with a massive orgasm. She collapsed on the bed panting, her pussy, drenched in cum. "Dawn who are you?" I asked, "I'm your dirty little fucking slut Sir!" Dawn's soft spoken voice made those words sound so erotic it made my cock twitch to hear her. Dawn lay back giving me a wonderful view of her well fucked pussy dripping with her cum. Picking up the riding crop I couldn't resist giving her now swollen sensitive pussy a couple of sharp quick stinging hits. Before going down between her legs to kiss her swollen lips gently. Showing Off At Spring Break (Thanks and lots of kisses to Victoria for helping me with this one also.) Paula couldn't believe her luck. Here she was, in Panama City, for Spring Break! She had come down with two long-time friends from high school, and as a surprise to the other two; she had managed to score tickets for the big hip-hop concert that would be shown on MTV. As she slid into her red bikini and high heels, she started feeling wet between her legs from excitement. She tried to ignore her horniness, deciding that it would have to wait until after the concert though, because she was already running late. The girls had barely made it to the venue just in time to sneak in. As Paula started winding her way through the crowd, she felt the numerous grabs and touches from all the horny guys. The touches were electric against her skin as she was being pushed until she felt rough hands grabbing her. In a moment, she was at the side of the venue looking at four guys wearing black t- shirts and she quickly noted the massive biceps with corded muscles. In the few moments before she could find her voice and could speak, one of the groups "Security" team asked for her ticket. Paula grew flustered as she felt around her bikini looking for it, but couldn't find it. As she began to freak out, one of the other three security team told her she'd be all right if she helped them with a little side bet. Paula's ears perked up as she asked what the bet was. The guard who had mentioned the bet then explained that his buddies told him that a woman took a while to get herself off. He told her that of she could prove them right or wrong. She could stay and even get a backstage pass out of it. Paula started getting wet just thinking about it. As the security guys pulled out a chair for her, she shed her red bottoms and her top, and then sat down on the now towel-covered chair. She was wearing only her high heels now, with her full, taut body exposed. She watched as the security guys surrounded her. "I'll need some incentive first fellas, if you want it done right," she cooed before she began to touch herself. The guys all got the message and it only took a few lowered zippers to suddenly surround Paula with the long fantasized about vision of four long, hard cocks hanging over her. As she looked around, she felt her nipples harden and her pussy moisten more. Her hands began to slowly blaze a path as she lowered them down to her shaven box and began her exploration. As if they had wills of their own, her left hand stretched her lips apart as the fingers from her right hand began to touch in all the right places. She started to moan loudly as the guys around her began to stroke themselves. She watched wide-eyed as she saw their cocks grow longer and harder right in front of her. She began to salivate as she imagined her mouth sucking each cock in turn, and then feeling her pussy being fucked by two of these studs at a time, but for right now, she settled for just pleasing them visually. As she felt her orgasm begin, she began writhing in her chair; rotating her hips and sinuously licking her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. Slowly she inched the fingers of her right hand deeper as the left hand pulled the lips of her pussy wider. She caught the movement of one of the guards as he tried to hold in his orgasm. She knew he wanted to fuck her, and she assured them that she wanted them to cum and that she needed to see them cum in order to finish properly. The one guard by her left elbow was about to lose it. Suddenly, he climaxed. She felt the first hot shot as it landed on her tits, causing Paula to moan in delight at the sight of it. Then the guard by her left foot groaned as he shot off. The second load landed near her belly button. Paula's earlier horniness was peaking and her own climax was drawing closer. She wanted to hold it off as long as she could, but the two loads of cum that had landed on her upper body, and knowing there were two more waiting to be released, she was nearly frantic as she fought to remain controlled. She asked the two guards who had just climaxed, to move to each high heel covered foot, and then lift them so they rested on their muscled thighs. The two guards, who had not climaxed yet, took a few steps back then shifted into new places and stood a little closer to Paula's body. Paula stopped her hand movements, but only long enough for the two guards; their lovely cocks now each semi-hard again, lifted her feet to their thighs as asked. A shock of electric need shot down Paula's spine and centered in her pussy, causing her juices to seep out from between her wide spread lips as a low moan escaped from between the lips of her slightly parted, red rouged mouth. The guard who held her right foot was now fully engorged and erect again and the sight of the flowing juice was too much. He stroked his cock and watched as the second load landed just above the girl's wet pussy and began to run down over the fingers she was fucking her self with. She moaned loudly again, as she felt the third load coat her fingers as it landed on her body. She had no time to recover as she felt another load land on her right breast and yet another land just above her pussy. This continued, with each guard shooting on her, until cum covered her chest from chin to thigh. She'd never been cum on so much, or by so many. These four lovely cocks just kept cumming and cumming. She had held back her own shattering climax long enough. With two hard and deep fucks with three fingers, tt took only a moment for her to finish cumming. The two guards, who were still holding her feet, lowered them to the ground, as the two by her elbows helped her stand. Paula was reluctant to leave the area after watching each of these guys she had pleased, shoot their loads until her upper body was covered in cum. As she tried to grab her bikini, one of the security guys handed her a concert t- shirt instead. "We'll keep this until after the show. We'll meet you backstage and can get it then. Besides, the band members love the scent of cum on the girls that visit them, and you'll need escorts to their area." Paula was excited, as she was lead back to the VIP area... briefly forgetting about her two high school friends; but knew, when she told them about this later, they would completely understand and be forgiving... not to mention just a little jealous. Showing Off At Spring Break Ch. 02 (More thanks to Victoria for all the assistance she provided.) Foreshadowing: After being covered in cum-shots from her tits to her pussy, by the four- member "Security Team", Paula was given a black "Security" t-shirt, told not to clean up and then escorted to the VIP concert viewing area. The "Security Team" promised to return for the trio and escort them to the backstage band area at the end of the concert.. * "Oh my fucking god," Phoebe-Paige breathed excitedly. "Where did you find those hunks?" "Yeah," Piper-Jean echoed, "Where? Come on Paula, no holding out! You know the rule! You have to share the skinny." Piper Jean was grinning, but her words were barely heard over the all the cheering as the first band entered onto the over-lit stage. "They found me; but let me tell you during the intermission," Paula said, "and I promise to tell you all of it. And no ladies, I won't leave anything out!" Paula grinned to the other two girls who sat on either side of her. It was a good thing that she was going to fill them in during intermission. There was no way she could have told them all of it now, because she'd never have been heard over all the cheering and screaming that accompanied the first four groups. Finally the intermission was announced and two of the Security staff came back to see if the girls wanted any drinks or anything to eat. There were eight more groups to go and another scheduled intermission, so if they were hungry, they'd best speak up now. The girls quickly gave their drink orders and the two guys disappeared and returned shortly with trays of drinks and eats. Phoebe-Paige eyed the 6-foot 6-inch blonde up and down and set her sights on sampling his goodies as soon as possible and hopefully again later. She'd been horny to feel him between her legs ever since he first showed up with a disheveled, cum-smelling Paula in tow. She didn't need to ask Paula what had happened to cause her delay in meeting them, she knew! She nearly spilled her Pina Colada when she realized that the object of her wayward thoughts had just spoken to her and when she hadn't answered, he had lightly touched her shoulder. "W-w-what did you say? I'm sorry I didn't hear you the first time." The giant sat down in the empty seat next to her and repeated what he'd said. "Do you like what you see?" he said as he bent lower. "If so, then you and your lady friends could help us settle a bet we have going. Are you game?" The built, bulky security team member couldn't keep his eyes off Phoebe-Paige's cleavage and felt his 9-inch cock growing as he imagined giving her a tit-fuck, until he shot his load all over them. She had the most beautiful full globes he'd seen ever fill out a swim top. "I certainly do like what I see. Are you offering a sample?" Phoebe-Paige couldn't believe she'd just asked this brute with the massive arms something that forward, but she couldn't take it back now. It had been said... it was out there. She had to screw up her courage and continue. "If I could persuade you to get me another Pina Colada, I'd love to help you with that bet... or we can talk about a side wager, if you'd like." "Why don't you accompany me to the VIP bar? It's down these stairs and practically right under where we're sitting." He stood up to his full height and held out his hand to help her up from her chair. "Shall we?" He took her hand as Phoebe-Paige told the other two girls she was gong to the VIP bar with the security escort and she'd return shortly. Taking his hand, the pair took off, rounded the railing and headed down the stairs and soon disappeared from sight. At the bottom stair, he pulled her around the end of the railing and into the dark well beneath the stairs where they'd be out of view. He reached behind Phoebe-Paige and undid her swim top as he felt her hands undo his zipper. "Oh yeah, baby. Take my monster out. Suck him to get me good and hard. I want to fuck these tits of yours and cum on them. Do you like that? My standing bet with the other three is that you do like titty fucking. Your tits are perfect for it." He watched Phoebe-Paige take his 9-inch monster between her hands and lead it up to her mouth, and then he felt her lips close as far over it as they could go and then she began to work it in and out between her lips, sucking it really deep as she bathed his now hard length with her talented tongue. He pulled her swim bottoms away from her body and shoved his hand down into the wetness between her legs. He could smell her arousal, and he knew she'd be wet. Quickly he slid two fingers into her sopping wet pussy and began to fuck her, stroking her 'g' spot over and over as she continued to swallow his rock hard beast. Phoebe-Paige opened her legs wider to allow better access for this giant's big hand, and felt her pussy lips spread wider as he pushed a third finger into her sopping wet box. She'd never had three fingers fuck her before, the most the guys at school ever got inside her, was two. Her hips began moving in sync with his thrusting fingers and she took his cock more deeply into her mouth as she felt it begin to slide in and out of her mouth as he face-fucked her. "Oh yeah, baby! Suck that thing! Take him all the way in. Mmmm, yeah!" He began to fuck her mouth faster and faster and she was expecting him to pull out so he could give her the tit-fuck he had talked about. Phoebe-Paige wanted to feel the load that she knew this guy was building land on her tits. She knew that it would be large, hot, and thick. She felt the fingers in her pussy moving faster and faster when he suddenly pulled one out and pushed it into her ass. His hips were beginning to move faster as well as she felt his cock go deep into her throat. With a primal growl she suddenly felt him shoot his load into her mouth and she could do nothing but swallow all of it. He was still fucking her month as well as her ass and pussy when she felt her own climax release all over his fingers as it began to run down her inner thighs, making them slick as she became aware of the fact that he had finally stopped cumming. He pulled his monster, now sated, from between her lips, turned her around and sat her down on a near-by box. "Let's get your drink and get you back upstairs. We'll be picking this up after the concert is over. I haven't cum on your tits yet, and I intend to. Pull your swim bottoms up and fix your top." Phoebe-Paige merely nodded and did as he told her, acting quickly. They walked to the bar, got her drink and returned to the others just as the house lights flashed, signaling an end to intermission. Thanking him for the escort down and back, she took her chair, gingerly, sitting on Paula's left once again. The other two girls had watched how she sat down and as soon as the guys were gone, the two turned to Phoebe-Paige and waited. They didn't have long. "The guy is massive both in length and girth! He's 9 inches of hard steel. And his cum? OMFG! He gives it by the gallon! Damn near choked me on it when he came. He was going to give me a titty-fuck but got carried away fucking my mouth as I got him ready and he came in my mouth while he fucked my pussy with two fingers and my ass with one. "All three holes, girls," Phoebe-Paige giggled and continued, "all three at once! I win that bet!" The girls giggled as the house lights went down and the stage lit up for the second set of bands. Each girl had her mind on the "Security Team" members and wondered which of them would get pussy, or anal, fucked first; and which girl was going to be lucky enough to have two fucking her at once. Showing Off at the Beach This is a true story. I was house-sitting for some friends who live near the beach in Florida in mid-September. I decided to go jogging one morning on the beach, which is only about a block from their house. So I walked over to the beach, and put my stuff down on one of the beach chairs in front of the high rise resort there. After jogging down the beach and back for about 35 minutes, I had worked up a pretty good sweat, so I decided to take a dip in the ocean. Figuring that I might want to do this, I had worn my swim trunks to go jogging. And when I wear my swim trunks, I always wear something underneath so I don't get chafed. This day I had worn white bikini briefs underneath. So I took off my socks and shoes, left them on the beach chair, and headed for the water. Being mid-September, it was still quite warm, so the water felt great! After being in the water for a while, I started to get pretty horny, and I reached down and felt that I had a big hard-on. My waist was beneath the surface of the water, so I pulled my trunks and briefs down and had a good time stroking my long cock in the water. A couple of times, I laid back and floated and enjoyed watching my cock rise out of the water! And then I got a really fun idea. I knew that my tiny white bikinis would be completely see-through now that they were soaking wet. I thought it would be fun to come out of the water wearing nothing but my bikinis to show off my long cock. Now remember it was mid-September so there weren't many people at the beach. Just a couple of joggers, a few older folks laying on their beach chairs reading, and a mom and her small toddlers making their way down the beach away from me. I certainly couldn't do this while they were within sight. So I continued to play with myself while they headed away from me, and finally around the corner and out of sight. So this was my chance. I pulled my rock hard dick all the way over to the left so that it rested above my left thigh, barely able to fit beneath the material in my bikini shorts. I headed toward the beach, and as my waist came up above the water's surface, I looked down and sure enough, there was my long, luscious cock on display for all to see! I continued to emerge out of the water, taking note that I was right in front of the high rise resort there at the beach, with each room having a beachfront balcony. It was so awesome knowing that anyone on their balcony or looking out their window at that time could see how hard my bulging dick was. I slowly made my way back to my beach chair, taking plenty of time to show off. I was so horny that I was tempted to just whip it out right there and stroke it for everyone to see. But not wanting to run the risk of being arrested, I pulled my swim trunks and shirt back on, grabbed the rest of my stuff, and headed back to the house. I was so eager to jerk off, I couldn't wait to get back to the house. When I got back there, I dropped everything quickly, and immediately headed to their pool in the backyard. As soon as I got there, sitting by the pool I ripped off my shirt and yanked off my swim suit, revealing my bulging cock in my totally see-through shorts. I slowly ran my hands down my belly, and felt all around my cock and my balls, as I started to moan and groan. I started to stroke my long shaft, and found myself getting even harder. I know I was saying out loud how awesome my long, hard dick looked! I finally couldn't take it anymore, so I pulled off my tiny shorts, and let all 7 inches of my manhood spring to life. I grabbed my cock and stroked it as hard as I could, sliding my pre-cum up and down and up and down on my long, hard shaft. I know I was moaning and groaning quite loudly by now, so I'm sure any neighbors or anyone on the nearby golf hole got quite a show. (Hey, I'm sure we'd all love seeing a guy stroke a rock hard 7" cock!) But I didn't care -- I was really going now. I finally couldn't hold back anymore. And with a big shout, I let forth the biggest load of cum I had shot in a long time, soaking my stomach. It was unbelievable! Even then, it took a while for my big member to die down, as I just lay there with it draped across my leg. What an amazing day at the beach! Showing Off at the Mall Ok, I admit it, I'm an exhibitionist - I love to show my body off, especially my legs, my butt, and my pussy. It gets me excited to get dressed up in slutty, revealing clothes and flaunt my assets in public. I guess it all started with teasing boys when I was in high school. I often wore short skirts and whenever I did, I noticed that lots of guys would try to look up my skirt whenever they got the chance. Some of my friends thought that guys who did this were perverts, and it weirded them out, but I found that it actually turned me on when I realized that a guy was looking up my skirt trying to see my panties. It made me feel sexy, and as a result, I started letting guys see my panties on purpose, although at first I tried to make it seem like an accident. Sometimes I'd purposely drop one of my books while I was walking up the stairs in front of an unsuspecting guy. I'd wait until he was right behind me and then I'd bent down to pick up the book giving him a perfect view of my panties from just a foot or two away. It made me feel very naughty inside, but I'd just pick up the book innocently, and continue walking up the stairs like I had no idea what a show I'd just given him. Every time I did something like this I got a tingling sensation in my pussy and the more I did it, the more I realized how hot it made me. By the time I got to college I was hooked on showing off my body and I couldn't have stopped myself if I wanted to ... which I didn't. It didn't take long to figure out that most guys are voyeurs at heart and it excited me to be able to stimulate their fantasies. It wasn't hard to tell that they liked looking at me, and the more they enjoyed my shows, the more excited I got by letting them look at my panties. Because I was enjoying myself so much I was constantly looking for new ways to turn guys on even more. I learned a LOT about guys fantasies and fetishes by spending many hours on-line visiting sites that catered to people who were into voyeurism, exhibitionism, and other fetishes. This site, Literotica, quickly became my favorite. Guys, I soon came to realize, have fantasies and fetishes about just about everything, and although many of their most common fetishes had little in common with mine, lots of others did. I spent a lot of time reading some of the thousands of stories from the "V&E" and "Fetish" story areas of Literotica and one of the most common guy-fetishes that I found was a fetish for women's panties. I knew from my own experiences that guys like to look at a girl's panties, but the literotica fetish stories showed me that their fantasies went WAY beyond just looking at them. Because I was looking for new and even better ways to turn guys on, much of what I learned here turned out to be very useful information for me. Literotica is full of panty fetish stories and reading them showed me what a powerful sexual stimulant a pair of my panties could be to the right guy. A lot of girls would probably be weirded out by a guy with a fetish for her panties, but for whatever reason, the whole idea really turned me on. Just the thought of a guy rubbing my panties all over his face, inhaling the scent of my pussy, licking my juices off the crotch, and then rubbing my panties all over his dick until he shoots his cum all over them excited me in ways that I can't even begin to describe in words. I couldn't wait to find a guy with a panty fetish and be his panty slut! I'd been flashing my panties to unsuspecting guys for several years now, and if I do say so myself, I'd become pretty good at it, so it didn't take me long to figure out how to identify a guy with a panty fetish. I could see it in their eyes. Most guys who were lucky enough to get a long, lingering view under one of my short skirts got a look in their eyes that appeared to be a combination of surprise, followed by apprehension. Although these guys generally took the opportunity to enjoy the view, they often appeared shy or embarrassed when they looked up and saw me looking right into their eyes, and at that point, most of them would look away. However, about one out of every five guys reacted very differently. The look in their eyes can only be described as one of total LUST - the same look you might expect if you slowly waved a big glass of cold water in the face of a man who had just spent three days in the desert. These men didn't just want to look at my panties, their eyes told me that they wanted to devour them. These were the men that I was looking for because I knew that I could make their wildest sexual fantasies, and mine too, come true. In college, with no inhibiting parents around, I had total freedom, so in an effort to help identify likely panty fetish candidates I got bolder with the things that I did to show off my body and turn guys on. I shortened the hems of many of my already very short skirts. Whenever possible I wore thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose. I began buying special panties, specifically for showing off. I bought several pairs of sheer white panties that were almost totally see-thru so when a guy got a good look up my skirt, he could not only see my panties, but he could actually see my pussy underneath. Somehow wearing see-thru panties seemed sexier, or maybe naughtier, than not wearing any panties at all. One day while I was alone in my apartment I put a large mirror on the floor in my bedroom and stood over it so that I could get a better idea of the view that I was giving the guys. My thought was that if I knew exactly what they were seeing, I could do a better job showing my panties and my pussy to them. I was wearing one of my "showoff outfits" as I called them. A very short light blue plaid "schoolgirl skirt", a pair of sheer white panties, and a pair of strappy sandals with four inch heels. I leaned the mirror at an angle against a chair and stood in front of it with my back to the mirror. I placed my feet about a foot apart, bent over at the waist, and looked back over my shoulder to see what I looked like. I had to admit that the view of my ass, only partially hidden by my nearly transparent panties, was awesome. With my feet that far apart anyone behind me would have a great view, not only of my tight butt, but of much of my pussy as well. I could clearly see my pussy lips pressed against the silky sheer fabric, and as I stood there staring at myself, I realized that I could see a wet spot forming on my panties. "Wow, that looks pretty hot!" I thought to myself as I stood over the mirror looking back at my pussy. "Now I know why guys like to look up my skirt!" But as I stood there and continued to check myself out, I realized that something I couldn't put my finger on wasn't quite right. I turned around so that I was facing the mirror, and spread my legs a little wider. I put the mirror flat on the floor and stood directly over it. For several minutes I looked at myself from every conceivable angle until I finally I realized what was wrong - my blonde pubic hair was partially concealing my pussy lips, hiding them from view. It only took about ten seconds of searching for solutions to my dilemma before I came to the obvious conclusion: "I know, I'll shave my pussy" I said right out loud as I stood over the mirror staring at my pussy through one layer of extremely transparent silk fabric and a second layer of silky, blonde hair. As soon as I said it, I felt my pussy start to tingle, and I knew that I'd just figured out how to take my exhibitionism to an even higher, more exciting level. I couldn't wait to shave myself! I went immediately to the bathroom, turned on the hot water to fill the tub, and got my razor and shaving gel ready. As I stood in the bathroom waiting for the tub to fill I began to wonder exactly how I should go about the task of shaving. I'd never shaved my entire pussy before, and quite frankly I didn't quite know where or how to begin, and I sure didn't want to make any mistakes! The most shaving I'd ever done down there was shaving my bikini line in preparation for a summer at the beach wearing my skimpy bikinis, but this was a whole different thing. I knew from shaving my legs that it's easier to get a close shave, and you're less likely to get razor burn if you soak in the tub for a while and let the hot water soften the hair, so that's how I decided to begin. After removing my showoff outfit I set my razor and the can of shaving gel on the rim of the tub and climbed into the warm water. I was so excited at the prospect of shaving my pussy bare that I had to exercise considerable willpower to overcome the urge to begin shaving immediately. I soaked in the warm water for about 10 minutes, and then I just couldn't wait any longer. I didn't really know where to begin, but starting at the top sounded reasonable so that's what I did. First I got out of the tub and sat on the edge so that my pussy was out of the water, then I squirted a good size glob of shaving gel into my left hand and rubbed it into the triangle of hair above my slit. I figured if I was going to make a mistake, it was better to have it happen here than in the area around my clit and my pussy lips. Once I was all lathered up I began shaving, or should I say, I attempted to begin shaving. I say attempted because the razor immediately got clogged with hair even though it appeared that I hadn't removed a thing. I dunked the razor in the water to rinse the hair out and tried again with the same result - another instant clog. Even worse than the clog was the fact that I could tell that I was getting razor burn, and I'd hardly even started the job. Quickly it dawned on me that I was using the same razor that I had already used to shave my legs several times and, being the delicate operation that it was, the task at hand probably warranted a brand new, very sharp razor. Fortunately I had plenty of new razors so I grabbed several from the cabinet and picked up the job where I left off. The sharp razor solved the problem of razor burn, but it did nothing for the problem of instant clogging, so after 10 minutes of work I still had about 95% of my pussy hair and I concluded that this just wasn't going to work. I thought about it for a while, and then I realized that the razor was getting clogged because my hair was so long that it was getting trapped in the small space between the blades. "Maybe I should cut most of it off with scissors first?" I thought to myself. So I got out of the tub and hunted around the apartment until I found a small pair of sewing scissors which, luckily enough, were actually pretty sharp. I sat back down on the edge of the tub and started snipping away, cutting my hair as short as possible without risking cutting my skin, or worse yet, my lips! If you've never done this before, believe me, it is a very painstaking process, but I took my time and slowly but surely I trimmed everything down until it was only about an eighth of an inch long. Once I had trimmed everything above my slit, I got back in the tub and soaked for a few more minutes. Then I sat back on the rim, lathered myself up again with shaving gel, and started over. What a difference! I tentatively took the first stroke on the left side starting at the top of my triangle and the razor glided almost effortlessly through the lather all the way to the top of my slit without clogging. "Ahhh, finally!" I sighed. I looked at the exposed skin where the lather had been removed and virtually every hair was gone. I rubbed my finger up and down the newly bare strip, and although it wasn't totally smooth, it was very close. I repeated the process until my entire triangle was bare, then rinsed off the remaining lather and inspected my handiwork. A little rough in a couple of spots, but no razor burn, and no nicks or cuts. Now that I was making progress I was getting excited and I wanted to do a perfect job so I squirted another ribbon of gel onto my nearly smooth mound, lathered up, and went over the entire area again, this time going "against the grain" very slowly and carefully. The result was amazing! My pussy was so smooth that I couldn't stop running my fingers over it. It felt so different, so sensuous, so naughty! I loved it, and I knew that I'd made the right decision! But still, I was only half way done, and I knew that the harder part was still to come. Now that it was time to attack the lower half, I realized that I was faced with a new problem - I couldn't see what I was doing. I knew that the first thing that I had to do was trim all the remaining hair with the scissors, but since I have rather large, protruding pussy lips, I wasn't about to just start snipping away down there unless I could see exactly what I was snipping! Looking at myself in the mirror on the floor was what had started this whole erotic process to begin with, and it turned out to be the solution to this problem as well. I took the vanity mirror from above the sink and placed it on the floor beside the tub. Then I stood over the mirror and put my right foot on the rim of the tub. I could see perfectly, and although I still had to work slowly and be careful, I had no trouble trimming the remaining hair from around my lips and all the way back to my little pink asshole. Once the second trimming process was complete I spread more shaving gel and rubbed it all around my pussy lips and back to my asshole until the entire area was covered in creamy white lather. As soon as I started shaving this area I realized that a somewhat different technique was going to be required here because the skin is looser than it is in the upper triangle area. I had to spread my legs wide and pull my pussy lips to one side with one hand to keep the skin tight while I shaved the opposite side. Once I got the hang of it, it really wasn't difficult though. In fact, it was actually very erotic and I could feel myself beginning to get wet again. First I shaved the entire area on the right side of my pussy using long, slow strokes as I held my lips to the left side. Each pass of the razor exposed another small expanse of smooth, hairless skin and in a couple of minutes I was done with the right side. I repeated the process on the other side, quickly removing all the fine, blonde hair to the left of my pussy lips. Then I washed off the small amount of lather that remained and inspected my handiwork in the mirror. It looked great! Not a nick or a cut anywhere. Now all I had to do was finish the area around my asshole. For a moment, as I stood there looking at myself in the mirror, I considered leaving well enough alone. I have almost no hair there anyway, and what little there is so light and fine that it really wouldn't be very noticeable. But I was having such a good time and I wanted the job to be perfect, so I squirted another glob of shaving gel into my hand, spread my legs a little wider and lathered up the area around my asshole. I must have looked somewhat ridiculous bent over at the waist with one foot up on the rim of the tub, looking down at a mirror between my legs, spreading my cheeks apart with one hand while I ran the razor very carefully all around my little pink anus, but ridiculous or not, it worked and soon the entire job was complete. Although my entire pussy was now totally smooth, and there was no hint of razor burn, I decided to apply some baby oil, just to be safe. I found a bottle in the bathroom cabinet, squirted about a tablespoon into my left hand and began massaging it into my bald mound. The sensation was incredible! My skin was so soft and smooth that I couldn't keep my hands off my pussy. And it looked amazing! The baby oil made my skin glisten in a very erotic way that provided the perfect finishing touch. As I stood over the mirror staring at my glistening, bald pussy, rubbing baby oil all over myself, it took all my willpower to keep from masturbating. I loved how my pussy looked and I had never felt so completely exposed in all my life. Now that I was done with what turned out to be a surprisingly enjoyable and erotic task, I couldn't wait to get out of my apartment and show my smooth pussy to some unsuspecting guy. After giving the matter a little thought I decided that the mall in a large town about 15 miles from the University would be an ideal location since it would likely be filled with early evening shoppers on their way home from work. I had about an hour to get ready so I took my time choosing the appropriate outfit, putting on a little makeup, and doing my hair. First of all I decided that the short plaid skirt and sheer white panties that I had been wearing earlier would be perfect for the occasion so I stepped into the skirt, zipped it up, stepped into the panties and slid them up over my hips. With my skirt and panties back on I couldn't resist the temptation to bend over and take another look at myself in the mirror that I had left on the floor. "Perfect" was the only word that came to mind. It was almost like I was naked under my skirt but somehow the veil of nearly transparent white fabric made the view of my hairless pussy seem even more naughty than if I hadn't been wearing any panties at all. With no hair left to hide them, my pussy lips were clearly visible, and if I looked very closely, I could even see my pink little asshole. A surge of sexual excitement washed over me and I couldn't wait to get to the mall and show off my see-thru panties and my bald pussy! To go with my "schoolgirl" skirt I chose a thin white top that leaves most of my midriff exposed, showing off my bellybutton ring in the front, and the very elegant geometric tattoo on my lower back. My breasts aren't very big, but they're perfectly shaped, so I almost never wear a bra and the tight white top clung to my breasts and highlighted my nipples perfectly. Now, what to do with my hair? I stood in front of the mirror for several minutes looking at my hair from several angles and finally decided that a ponytail would be an appropriate way to complete the schoolgirl look. I gathered my long, straight, blonde hair up in the back with my left hand, wrapped an elastic hair band around it to hold it in place, and finally tied it up with a small white bow. I had to admit that the whole outfit looked very sexy. The drive to the mall took about half an hour and with each passing minute, I got more and more excited. By the time I arrived I could tell that there was a large wet spot on my panties. "I think the guys will like that!" I thought as I smiled mischievously. My ponytail is bouncing up and down as I enter the mall. My skirt is so short that it almost allows the very bottom of the cheeks of my ass to be seen when it hangs straight down, and I'm quite sure that it's even more revealing when it flips up and down as I walk. I look down at my breasts and confirm that my nipples are clearly outlined by the thin, white cotton of my tight halter top. Numerous people glance at me and I can tell I am making an impression. A group of teenage boys at the video arcade stops to watch me as I walk by. I'm so excited and feeling especially naughty so I stop and smile at them. Then I turn so that my back is facing them and I bend over to fix the strap on my sandal. My skirt hardly covers my cheeks when I'm standing, but when I bend over, I know that I'm giving them a completely unobstructed view of my nearly bare ass, although they're probably a little too far away to see the wet spot on my panties. I look back at them between my legs. As I expected, they're staring at my cute butt under my thin white panties but I just slowly fix my strap and pretend that I have no clue of the show that I'm giving them. Finally, after I've given them a long, lingering view up my skirt, I stand up, and continue walking away from them. I suspect that they're still staring at me and this makes me even more excited so I turn my head, look over my shoulder, and smile at them again, leaving them to wonder if I did it on purpose or not. Showing Off at the Mall A little old lady and her husband also caught my little accidental exhibition. She looks shocked, but he looks like he's about to have a heart attack, although the smile on his face tells me that he would die a happy man if he did. I walk around the mall for five or ten minutes until I come to the Victoria's Secret store next to the food court. I love Victoria's Secret lingerie and I already have quite a collection, but a girl can never have too much sexy lingerie. I walk into the store and begin looking for something sexy to incorporate in my erotic excursion this evening. I pick out a sexy lace garter belt and a pair of white stockings with seams in the back. I find some very sheer white string bikini panties, much like the ones I have on, and another identical pair in baby pink. I chat for a few minutes with the sales girl who tries, unsuccessfully, to talk me into applying for an "Angels" charge card, pay for my purchases, and head back into the mall. Just across the courtyard I see a Fredericks of Hollywood shop, and since I'm still looking for something naughty, I quickly head over there to see what I can find. To be perfectly honest, I know exactly what I'm looking for - crotchless panties! I've never seen crotchless panties at Victoria's Secret, but Fredericks has a great selection of these naughty underthings, and the store often has a styles that aren't available through the mail order catalog. I walk into the store and sure enough there's a whole rack of crotchless panties right in the front of the store. I take my time and check them all out, one by one, finally selecting a lacy white pair with little pink bows and a sheer black nylon pair with "Please kiss my kitty" embroidered on the front just above an embroidered picture of a cat. I think that qualifies as naughty! Now I have everything that I need to continue my search for a gentleman with an appropriate appreciation for my naughty undergarments. The first thing that I need to do now is find a ladies room so that I can put on some of my naughty new things. There's a restroom right behind the food court so I head off in that direction. Although I'm excited to show off my freshly shaved pussy and new panties as quickly as possible, I can't resist the temptation to tease a few of the guys in the food court first. Since it's early evening there are quite a few people in the food court - perfect for what I have in mind. In the back of the food court, near the rest rooms is a booth with two young couples about my age. I head toward the ladies room and as I get close to the their booth I begin fumbling through my purse as though I'm looking for something. When I'm right next to them my purse suddenly slips from my hand and falls on the floor, spilling the contents everywhere. This all appears quite accidental in spite of the fact that I dropped it on purpose. As I bend down to pick up the scattered contents of my purse I smile an embarrassed smile at the two couples in the booth. I get on my hands and knees and position myself so that my butt is facing directly at the two guys who are sitting on the outside seats of the booth while I pick up the scattered contents of my purse. I wish I could see their reactions but unfortunately I'm facing the wrong way. I'm no more than two feet from the edge of the booth though, so I'm close enough to hear one of them gasp as I bend over and I know that my sheer white panties are staring him in the face. I smile to myself as I consider the thoughts that must be going through his mind at that moment. There's no doubt that the cheeks of my ass are completely visible and I'm sure that the tan lines from my G-string bikini are visible under the fuller cut of my nearly transparent panties. I can feel the wetness between my legs and I hope that they can see the wet spot on my panties. There are still lots of items scattered on the floor, and I take my time gathering them up and putting them back in my purse. My lipstick has rolled quite a distance away and I have to stretch to retrieve it. As I do I purposely spread my legs so that my newly shaved pussy comes into full view covered only by the thin veil of sheer white fabric. Because I'm so close to them, there's no doubt in my mind that they can also see the wet spot on my panties, which had grown considerably larger since my arrival at the mall. At that point, I could no longer resist the temptation to observe the reactions from my audience, so I looked back over my shoulder, and as I expected, I found all four staring at me with open mouths. It took another minute or so to pick everything up and put it back in my purse and as far as I could tell, they continued to stare at me the whole time - even the two girls. When everything was safely back in my purse, I stood up, looked over at them and smiled another sheepish grin. The two guys looked like little boys who had just been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Clearly they had enjoyed my show, although I couldn't detect the telltale look of pure lust in the eyes of either of them that would mark him as a true panty fetishist. I was so excited by the apparent success of my exhibition that for a moment I forgot that I was heading for the ladies room to change. As a result I just stood there smiling back at the two guys who continued to stare at me with dumbfounded grins on their faces. Apparently their interest in me was not sitting well with their girlfriends however, who were staring at them with testicle crushing maliciousness. "Get over it!" I thought to myself. Five minutes later I emerge from the ladies room. I'm still wearing the same top, skirt and sandals, but now I'm also wearing the garter belt and the white, seamed stockings from Victoria's Secret. I've also put on the white crotchless panties from Fredericks. I've pulled the stockings up as high as I can, but even so, my skirt just barely covers the tops and if I bend over even slightly, anyone who's looking can see the creamy skin of my tanned thighs above the lacy bands at the top. For some reason that I can't explain, wearing stockings always makes me feel soooo sexy and I can't wait to continue my quest for a man to worship my panties. As I walk by my new friends in the Food Court booth, I smile, and they all turn their heads to watch me. Then, just as I've passed them I look back over my shoulder, and smile again as I bend over slightly and flip up the back of my skirt with both hands so that they get a quick flash of my stockings, garter belt, and most of all, my white crotchless panties. I straighten up, let my skirt down and continue to walk away from them swaying my hips in my best supermodel runway walk imitation. The smiles on the guys' faces tells me that I've made their day, but it's obvious that their girlfriends don't feel the same way. I head out of the food court looking for my next candidate. Soon I find a relatively secluded area at the far end of the mall where there are two benches facing each other. There's a man, probably in his mid 30's, and not bad looking at all, sitting on one bench reading a newspaper. I stop a short distance away and take a couple of minutes to formulate plan for something even more outrageous. I like these one-on-one situations best because they allow me to focus all my attention on a single individual. Flashing groups is also a huge turn-on, but it's much less personal, and because of the presence of their companions, the members of my "audience" are usually more inhibited in their reactions. When I'm showing off for just one guy at a time, the range of options, both my actions and his reactions, is much broader. It's much easier to gauge his reactions, see what he likes best, make eye contact, and somehow communicate with him even if no words are ever exchanged. During these experiences I've learned that I'm much more likely to be rewarded with a multitude of enthusiastic and appreciative reactions, which is, after all, the whole reason that I choose to show off my body in the first place. Sometimes I almost feel selfish because, although I'm obviously giving them something that they enjoy tremendously, I'm really doing it for my own satisfaction. Luckily, my satisfaction is a direct consequence of theirs and that greatly enhances the experience for both of us. I'm still standing some distance from the man on the bench. Slowly an idea develops and when I have the basics worked out I take a seat on the bench across from him. In addition to my purse, I'm also carrying bags from Victoria's Secret and Fredericks The first thing I do after sitting down and placing my things on the bench beside me is to accidentally knock all my packages off the bench, spilling my purchases on the floor. The guy looks up and sees me and I can tell instantly he is very interested in the provocatively dressed girl sitting across from him. He gets up off his bench and comes over to help me pick up the items that I've spilled and without paying much attention to what he's doing, he picks up the pair of sheer pink Victoria's Secret panties. When he realizes what he's holding, he blushes as he hands them back to me. As I take my panties from his hand I purposely swirl the silky fabric against his palm with my middle finger for a fleeting second before I start to withdraw them from his gentle grip. As I do this, I can feel his grip tighten almost imperceptibly although it's quite likely that he isn't consciously aware of what he has done. As my panties slip through his fingers I look right into his eyes and give him a cute, but embarrassed smile as I thank him. "You're welcome" he says, and as he smiles back at me, and I see it in his eyes immediately - that special look of lust that says there's something very special about my panties and he really doesn't want to give them back to me. At that moment I know I've found one of the men that I'm looking for - one of the men whose fantasies I can turn into reality. And I'm about to do exactly that. After watching my panties slowly slip through his fingers he turns and quickly returns to his seat and begins reading his newspaper. Or at least he's pretending to read the newspaper. Every time I look in his direction he's actually looking over the top of the newspaper obviously trying to look up my skirt. If only he knew what he was missing! He's trying to be discrete about it, but every time I look up I catch him looking at my legs before he can divert his eyes back to his paper. I smile somewhat mischievously because I know that he won't be able to keep up this charade much longer. If he can, then I totally misread the look in his eyes a few moments ago. I take everything out of my shopping bags so that I can rearrange it all after the spill. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye and find him staring at all the naughty items I've purchased. I look closer and I think I can see a bulge forming in his pants. We're off to a good start and I find myself smiling again as I think about how mercilessly I'm going to tease him. Slowly I hold up each item, visually inspecting them to make sure they haven't gotten dirty before putting them back in the shopping bags. First up is the pair of sheer white string bikini panties from Victoria's Secret. Using both hands, I hold them by the strings so that as they hang there in front of my face there's no mistaking the shape for anything other than a pair of sexy women's panties. First I inspect the front for signs of mall dirt, then I turn them around and check the back. I'm holding them right in front of my face and because of the sheer fabric, I can see my newspaper man right through them. As I suspected, he's now watching me with great interest and I decide that it's time to give him a little more to look at. I casually look around the area to make sure that there are no other people nearby and finding no one to disturb us I cross my legs. As I do I see his eyes widen and they are now glued to my legs. I turn sideways ever so slightly until I'm sure that he can see the lacy band at top of my stocking, the garter holding it up, and the deeply tanned skin of my upper thigh. A perfect view, for the moment at least. I continue with my inspection by holding the crotch of the panties in my left hand while I hold them up close to my face, still searching for dust or dirt. With my right hand I brush away some imaginary dust and place them back in the Victoria's Secret bag. Next I perform the same ritual with the light pink panties. Newspaperman's eyes haven't moved, but he now appears to be having trouble deciding whether to look at my stocking-clad leg or the pink panties that I'm holding only a foot in front of my face. Inwardly I grin as I decide to make his decision even more difficult. Finding no imaginary dirt on my pink panties I put them back in the Victoria's Secret bag and pick up the sheer black crotchless panties with "Please kiss my kitty" embroidered on the front. As I pick them up I uncross my legs and shift my position on the bench. I move forward so that I'm sitting on the edge of the bench and as I do I spread my knees so that they're several inches apart. Now he can to see directly up my skirt to the tops of my stockings and tanned inner thighs. He should also be able to see my new white crotchless panties, but my legs are still close enough together that he probably can't tell that they're crotchless ... yet. Feeling very naughty, I hold up the black crotchless panties so that the "kiss my kitty" lettering is facing him as I inspect them for signs of dirt. Again I hold the panties by the side straps so that they hang down directly in front of my face. The combination of the suggestive embroidery and the missing crotch makes it very obvious that these are not ordinary panties and I wonder if Newspaper Man has ever seen such naughty panties before. When my inspection is complete I slip the panties into the Fredericks bag. At first I appear very intent on reorganizing my shopping bags and I appear to be paying no attention to him. This makes him bolder and I can feel his eyes staring at my legs. Then suddenly I look up at him and catch him completely off guard, staring at me. He is totally embarrassed at being caught and he's so nervous that he actually drops his paper. I give him a sexy smile and go back to rearranging my shopping bags and drinking my soda. When all the items are back in the shopping bags I take my drink, lean back on the bench and sigh as I put the straw in my mouth. I look over at him and he's smiling at me, no longer making any effort to hide the fact that he's watching me. I smile back at him and begin sucking and licking on the straw. I run my tongue all around the straw very suggestively and then put it in my mouth and suck on it. By now the bulge of Newspaper Man's cock is easily visible in his pants and he looks around to see if anyone is watching him. He puts his newspaper in his lap and begins touching himself very discretely, but I can tell exactly what he's doing. My smile tells him that I approve of his behavior. I spread my legs a little further apart and watch his eyes bulge as he sees my bald pussy peeking out of the crotchless panties. I decide to really torment him and I pick up my packages, acting as if I'm about to leave and causing his face to go pale. But at the last minute I stop as if something has suddenly come to mind. I walk over to him and ask him if he would watch my packages for a minute while I go to the restroom. Obviously he says yes - anything to keep me from leaving for good. I bend over right in front of him to put my packages on the floor and as I do, my cute little ass is no more than a foot from his face. I wiggle my butt back and forth a little bit and I can feel him staring at my shaved pussy. If his eyes are good he can probably see that it's dripping with excitement I'm so turned on. I smile at him again and walk off to the rest room. When I return I have the white crotchless panties in my purse with just a bit of them hanging out to ensure he knows I've taken them off. I sit down, thank him for watching my packages and begin to suck on the straw again. I look around and no one is watching us so I slowly open my legs and put one foot up on the edge of the bench so that I'm is totally exposed to him - nothing but smooth shaved pussy and no panties to impede his view. I'm so excited and wet and I know that my entire pussy is glistening because I rubbed my wetness all over my pussy while I was in the restroom just to make sure he would be able to see how wet it was. Newspaper Man has given up pretending that he's reading the paper and even though no one else can see him, I can see that he's rubbing his dick under the newspaper while he stares at my pussy. I look right into his eyes and smile at him again as his hand continues to stroke himself. I continue to suck on the straw wrapping my lips around it and lowering my mouth on it as if I were sucking his cock. My nipples are hard and easily visible through the tight halter top, but his eyes seem fixated on my pussy. I allow a small amount of my drink to dribble out of my mouth and drop on my top just above one of my nipples and then take my finger and try to rub it off. Now he's looking at my nipples and instead of trying to rub off the spilled liquid, I begin pinching my nipple while I smile at him again. My head rolls back slightly, my eyes close and a slight moan escapes my lips. I open my eyes, look right at him again, and ask him if he would mind helping me. He hesitates at first, but quickly gives in to temptation. He takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and with his hands shaking in anticipation he walks over to help me. His erection is clearly visible in his pants and he makes no effort to conceal it. He approaches me cautiously and he's obviously not quite sure what to do. I look into his eyes and smile while licking my lips seductively. I look down to watch what he's doing and my pony tail falls forward and touches his hand. He gasps in surprise but wastes no time taking the cloth and gently rubbing my nipple in a futile attempt to remove the wet spot. My nipple hardens even more under the touch of his fingers and I whisper to him that I like what he's doing. He's standing in front of me and without the newspaper to cover him I can see a big wet spot in the front of his pants. It turns me on to know that watching me has excited him so much. I look at the spot on his pants, then I look right into his eyes and he blushes. I thank him for helping me clean up and he sits back down, shaking rather dramatically. I look around again to make sure that we're still alone and I put my foot back up on the bench and open my legs even wider than before. He puts the newspaper back in his lap and starts rubbing his hard cock even more intently than before as he continues to stare at my glistening shaved pussy. By now I'm watching him just as intently as he's watching me. I reach down between my legs and slide two fingers into my dripping pussy, then when they're coated with my cream I bring them to my mouth and lick and suck them while I stare into his eyes. My admirer is going crazy rubbing his hard cock through his pants and I can tell that he's probably going to cum soon, but I have one last surprise for him. I take the crotchless panties out of my purse, slide them under my skirt and begin rubbing them on my pussy, getting them all wet with my juice. I can't believe how naughty I'm being ... and then I have an even better idea. Slowly I begin poking my panties into my pussy with the tip of my finger. My friend's eyes go wide and he begins stroking his cock harder under the newspaper. I continue pushing my panties into my bald pussy until they're completely hidden from view and then I look right in his eyes and give him a huge smile. He can't believe what I'm doing, but I've got one last surprise for him. Ever so slowly I slide the panties out of my pussy. Inch by inch. They're dripping wet and I bring them to my face and inhale deeply, smiling at him as I do. Showing Off at the Mall He's going crazy rubbing his cock with one hand while trying to hold the newspaper with the other hand. Suddenly, to his complete surprise, I toss my wet panties into his lap. He's startled at first and has to stop stroking himself while he grabs my panties, but he hardly misses a beat as he quickly brings them to his face and inhales the sweet scent of my pussy. My hands go back under my skirt and I begin stroking my clit with one hand and fingering my pussy with the other. I can tell that we're both about to cum. I look around to insure that we're still the only people in the immediate area. He never takes his eyes off my hairless pussy and my dancing fingers. By now he's so horny that discretion is a thought from the past and I see him unzip his pants under the newspaper and now I can see his cock . With his other hand he slips my panties under the paper and wraps them around his cock and continues stroking it harder and faster. We're staring into each other's eyes now, both on the verge of cumming. His eyes alternate between my staring into mine, and staring at my shaved, wet pussy as my fingers perform their magic. My eyes are glued to my wet panties wrapped around his hard cock while his hand pumps furiously. I'm so excited and I can't wait to see his cum shoot all over my panties. Suddenly I see his legs become very rigid and his eyes seem to glaze over. His face contorts and I can the head of his cock visibly growing in size. I know he's about to cum and I want to watch. I tickle my clit with my left hand while I plunge two fingers of my right hand deeper into my pussy. I'm so wet that I can hear my fingers making slurping sounds as I pump them in and out of my totally exposed shaved pussy. As soon as the head of his cock begins to bulge, signaling his impending orgasm, he unwraps my panties from his cock and holds them in his left hand. Without missing a stroke he continues pumping with his right hand but now he's holding my panties right in front of his cock, about two inches away. I realize that he's doing this so that he can shoot all his hot cum right onto my panties and not miss a drop. This excites me even more and I can't take my eyes off my panties and his cock. The speed of his strokes slows now, but the intensity increases and I know he's going to cum. I can see the precum dripping from the tip of his cock and with each stroke his hand smears it all the way from the head to his balls, lubricating the shaft. His strokes are slow and deep. His thumb and index finger are wrapped tightly around his shaft, stroking slowly from the base, up his thick shaft, stopping just under the head where they seem to linger momentarily before reversing direction. With every stroke the head of his cock swells even more. I know I'm going to cum when I see his cum shoot all over my panties. My fingers plunge even more furiously in and out of my dripping pussy, and I adjust the rhythm of my fingers to match his strokes. This is the most erotic thing I've ever seen. This is the wildest thing I've ever done. I'm sitting on a bench in a semi-secluded corner of a major shopping mall masturbating my freshly shaved pussy in front of a man I've never met. He's about to cum on my panties. I should look around to make sure that no one is watching us. But I don't. I can't take my eyes off his hands. He can't take his eyes off mine. His eyes start to close, but he fights the urge and forces them open as he starts to cum. I see it almost as though it were in slow motion. The noose created by his thumb and index finger tightens and strokes up under the head, and just as his fingers start back down, the first shot of cum explodes from the head of his cock. It lands right on my panties and I start to cum with him. Instantly, the tingling sensation in my pussy turns into the first wave of a massive orgasm and I likewise have to fight the urge to close my eyes. But I want to watch him shoot his hot cum all over my panties. Another slow, powerful stroke of his fingers and he shoots another huge shot of thick white cum. Again I watch it land right on my panties and my pussy throbs as a second wave of orgasm washes over me. It's all I can do not to scream out loud, but somehow I manage to control myself and hardly any sound escapes my lips. My fingers are drenched with my pussy juice and I can feel a small stream running down over my asshole onto my skirt. Slowly I remove my dripping fingers from my pussy and I smear my juices all around my lips and my hairless mound, until my entire crotch is wet and glistening. My eyes are still glued to his beautiful cock as another blast of cum drenches my panties for a third time and I plunge my fingers back into my pussy as my orgasm continues. His aim is perfect. With every up and down stroke of his hand, another shot of cum lands on my panties. My eyes never leave his cock and as each shot of his cum soaks my panties, I feel another shudder of orgasm surge through my pussy. Our mutual orgasm seemed to go on forever, but slowly the intense waves of orgasm subsided and were gradually replaced by a warm, glowing, tingling sensation between my legs, followed by a slow return to reality. We are now conscious of our surroundings again and we quickly attempt to straighten ourselves up. I smooth my hair, straighten my skirt, and pull up my stockings and I look relatively normal again. It's lucky that my new friend came all over my panties or he'd have quite an embarrassing mess on the front of his pants. He discretely pushes his cock back into his pants and zips them up and if it weren't for the fact that he's holding a pair of crotchless panties, covered in cum in one hand, he'd actually look pretty normal too. He looks at me very appreciatively but not knowing quite what to do with my panties, he tentatively hands them back to me. I smile wickedly as I take my panties from his hand. They're soaked with his cum and I look right into his eyes as I raise them to my face and start licking his cum off them. It's still warm and I tell him how good it tastes. I reach under my skirt and slide two fingers back into my drenched pussy and get them thoroughly coated with my cum. They're dripping wet when I raise them to his lips. His lips part and I slide my fingers into his mouth. He sucks my fingers sensuously until he's savored every drop of my juice. Then I slowly withdraw my fingers from between his lips. We're only inches apart and I raise myself up on my tiptoes and kiss him hungrily on the lips. Our mouths open and we exchange our juices with our tongues. Judging from the look on his face, he finds this kiss as erotic as I do. It seems to me a fitting ending to what has obviously been a mutually satisfying encounter. I'm still holding my panties in my hand and I reach over and slip them into his pocket as I whisper in his ear "I want you to keep my panties so that you'll never forget this day. I know I never will!" And with that, I turned and walked away looking for my next victim ;)