0 comments/ 9414 views/ 3 favorites Mariana Ch. 02: In the Woods By: elgemowtf In case you missed Chapter 1 Derek and Mariana were two coworkers who were flirty with each other. Mariana was finding attention by wearing progressively shorter and shorter skirts to work. One day, Derek dared her to wear an even shorter skirt and go shoe shopping with him. She agreed and ended up exposing her panties to a complete stranger as Derek watched on. Then he dared her to take it one step further and remove them altogether. Mariana agreed reluctantly and when the stranger and Derek peeked under her skirt, she had an orgasm! They made their way out of the mall, her getting increasingly aroused and her mind clouded. By the time they reached his car, she was running completely on autopilot. Time seemed to pass oddly and they found themselves at a nearby hotel. He took her upstairs and they had sex. And she wondered where this experience and her exposure were leading. ***** "Do you trust me?" he whispered in my ear. He was directly behind me, holding me against him. His warm breath heated my ear. I nodded... unable to speak at that moment. I was feeling fear and arousal in equal quantities. The conflict was nearly torture. "Then close your eyes and let it go..." We were outside in the woods, in broad daylight. No one was within view, but the place was one where people came and went. I looked back at him, giving him this questioning look. His expression was open and honest and full of barely contained lust. I shuddered to see the intensity. I nodded slightly again, turned my head away, and closed my eyes. His hands reached under my skirt, grabbing my panties at the waist, and slowly, ever so slowly, tugged them down to the middle of my thighs... - Let me start the story from a couple of days ago. I found myself back at work in Derek's car. We had just returned from the mall (see Chapter 1). My eyes opened, and we were parked in the garage. He looked over at me, smiling. Wow, what an adventure that was. I had gone from being a mostly conservative woman to showing my pussy to a total stranger! "Wow, you must have been exhausted. I did not expect you to take a little catnap in my car." Derek said. I was confused. "That is weird, I do not remember falling asleep." He laughed. "As soon as you got in the car and sat down, you were gone. I think you may have been sleeping before your ass hit the seat. Oh, speaking of which, I better give you these back." He handed me the see-through panties I had bought at Victoria's Secret. They were soaked. My mind was whirling. Did we really go to that hotel? Or, was it a dream? The images of his cock were so real, especially the way it slipped inside of me from behind. "I think you were having some good dreams," he said, almost as if he were reading my mind. "You made some interesting noises." "You mean, we didn't stop at the hotel?" I could not help myself from blurting out. "Hotel? What hotel?" He looked baffled. "Oh. The one I joked about. No, I do not think so." "What do we do there, Mariana?" he asked with a grin that nearly split his face. "We didn't get a room and..." I started. He looked sharply at me. I was blushing before, but now my cheeks burned. "And what, Mariana?" he asked. He was enjoying this. "Um... nothing," I muttered. I could tell he was not buying it, but he did not ask again. I needed to think. First things first, though: there was no way I could go back to work like this. I reached behind me to grab my bag. Looking inside, I saw my longer skirt. "Thank goodness," I thought. We were in the parking garage; no one was around. He was staring at me as I took the skirt out. "I better change", I said, making a little gesture with my finger. He pretended not to understand. "Turn around now, naughty boy," I said. He shook his head and closed his eyes instead. I looked suspiciously at his face. He had a very slight smile, but his eyes were tightly closed. I hesitated. Did I dare to do this? I slipped my short little skirt off. The feeling of being bottomless just a couple of feet from him excited me. I spared a glance at his face; his eyes were still shut. I paused, savoring the feeling of my exposure so close to him. It was such a naughty feeling. In fact I could not help but run my finger quickly through my slit. "Mmmm," I murmured. I looked back at his eyes. He had not peeked yet, but his slight smile had turned into a grin. And then I pulled on my skirt, twisting my body a little in the car to get it back over my ass. Have you ever tried to get dressed in a sedan? It is not as easy as it looks. I had to shimmy this way and that, and lift myself off the seat to get the skirt on. The thought of him looking at me at that moment, with my pussy arched up in the air, nearly took my breath away. I got it on, finally. When I looked up, his eyes were open again. "When did he do that?" I wondered. There was a mischievous look on his face, but I could not really tell. I gave him a very fake dirty look. He shrugged his shoulders. He did not look at all chagrined. "This should make him happy," I thought. The damp panties went into my bag with my short skirt. His look was part surprise and part pure arousal. "Aren't you going to put them back on?" he asked. "They're wet," I said smiling. I enjoyed surprising him. And we went back into the building. He trailed behind me slightly, saying that we should go in separately. I thought that made sense. I have to admit that I swayed my hips just a little bit more knowing that he was looking at my ass. "Let him look," I thought. Up the stairs, though, I wondered what he could see. He paused at the bottom of the stairwell as I continued up. I got to the top and looked back down. He was looking right up my skirt! "Could he really see?" I thought. "I want him to see," came the follow-up thought, unbidden. My own thoughts shocked me. It was all I could do to not lift my skirt up to give him a better view. My hands strayed downward, feeling along my sides. Suddenly, his gaze became intent. I felt my waist, my hips, continuing until I reached the hemline of my skirt. Then I grabbed it and started to tug it ever so slightly up. Derek watched and I had the image of lifting the skirt up to show him everything. It was almost an irresistible desire. But, I have to work here, so I hurried into the office before I decided that was a good idea. It was a close call, though! As I went through the door, my mind was completely fogged in arousal. The cool air tickled my pussy walking down the hall. It was like a lover stroking me slowly. The few men I passed turned their heads as I went by. Was I giving off vibes? Were they staring at my ass through my skirt and seeing that I had no underwear on? The walk turned into a strut. "Let them stare." I went to the kitchen to grab water, extending my walk. I received a couple more appreciative glances and the thought of those men went straight down ... there. - Derek could not believe the day he just had. "Wow, that was the hottest thing I have ever done in my life!" he thought wistfully. Sitting at the desk was exactly where he needed to be right now. His recent memory was making his dick hard, almost painfully erect. He was not exactly in any condition to be walking around. Concentrating on work helped, but then he would have a flashback of the view up Mariana's skirt while the shoe store clerk and he stared at her bare pussy: instant, throbbing, painful erection. He rubbed it a bit and that feeling of needing to cum was becoming persistent. After futilely trying to be productive for an hour, he grabbed a notebook, hiding his obvious erection as he made his way to the bathroom. Thankfully, no one else was in there. He locked himself in a stall. He unzipped his pants and released his cock, stroking it before it was even out. Images from the day went through his mind. The pressure grew quickly. He pictured the exact moment Mariana's knees had opened and revealed her glistening, naked pussy. It was soaked. The situation was so blatantly naughty. Before he even had a chance to tear off a piece of toilet paper, he exploded. Cum went on his shirt, his boxers, and his pants. It shocked him how fast it had "come" on. "Great." He laughed to himself and cleaned up as best as he could. He felt relieved and relaxed. The rest of the day was not entirely productive, but at least he was not completely frustrated. He left the office a happy man. He glanced at where Mariana sat, but she had already gone home. He could not wait to see where this thing between them went. - I arrived home that evening, still without panties. All that pent up sexual energy seemed to leave me as the details of day-to-day living intruded. Still, I left them off, feeling myself get moist occasionally as I recalled going up the escalator, or walking through the shoe store, or the dream in the hotel. The evening passed and I changed for bed. My husband gave me a kiss, and the lights went off. Honestly, I was exhausted and fell asleep almost immediately. In my dream, I was lying on the bed in the hotel room, Derek was between my legs, kissing my inner thighs and slowly moving his way upward. I whined. I could not seem to feel him where I wanted him to be. The build-up was making me crazy. His kisses circled my inner thighs. He pulled my knees outward and up, so that I was completely spread open. I felt vulnerable, exposed, and completely turned on. He was teasing me without mercy. "Please, Derek, lick me!" I whispered. He chuckled and his kisses became licks on my hip, the crease between my body and my thigh, and then the thigh itself. He darted his tongue into my navel and made a trail down. I could sense exactly where he was going. He would not deny me this time. His tongue made contact with my pussy, my whole body arched I woke up abruptly. My heart was racing. "Oh my god, I am so wet," I thought to myself. Actually, my dirty side thought, "My pussy is dripping!" I was completely out of control. I needed sex. My whole body was quivering. I heard breathing next to me and realized what I had to do. I rolled over and started stroking my husband's cock through his pajama pants. Normally, I liked to slowly tease him to full attention, but not tonight: I did not have the patience. Reaching in, I pulled out his cock, putting it in my mouth. I licked and sucked it. I wrapped my hand around and pumping it, and he quickly became erect. And then I straddled his hips. I grabbed his cock, positioned it, and put it inside me. No foreplay, no playful teasing, just his cock in to the hilt. I started riding him for all I was worth. Almost before he was fully awake, I was fucking him at full steam. My day came back to me all at once. I pictured Derek's eyes, his lips and especially how his cock looked fully erect inside his pants. My pace quickened, my pussy squeezing in a rhythmic way. All of a sudden, a fantasy filled my mind. I was in the shoe store, and Derek was rubbing his obvious erection through his pants. In my fantasy, I reached over and placed my hand on top of his, helping him rub it. Our fingers meshed and the two switched sides, with my hand rubbing his cock. And then I was on my knees in front of him. Right there in plain view I unzipped his pants. I pleaded with my eyes for permission to take it out and his gesture said that would be just fine. So, I pulled him out, planting a kiss on his head as soon as it was free. My lips surrounded his cock. And then I started to suck him: long, slow, deep thrusts of his dick into my mouth. I even deep throated him, something I have never done before. The clerk looked on in astonishment. People passed by. I felt like the star of an adult film. My tongue slowly went from the base of his balls to his head, my brown eyes looking up at him. The manager turned the corner and I thought we were in trouble, but he merely joined the steadily growing set of onlookers. At this point, I worried that things were getting out of hand. Maybe we should finish somewhere more private? Except, the onlookers were spurring me on. Their intense attention was making me bold. I even reached between my legs and started to touch myself! Derek saw where my hand was and I could sense he was close to cumming. He was breathing hard. I reached down with my other hand and stroked his balls through his pants as I sucked. He gave me a tap on the shoulder. I knew what that warning was for and I just sucked harder in response. My other hand picked up speed also. He closed his eyes and started to fuck my face. I could feel him erupt and I desperately swallowed to avoid drowning. It felt like a great deal of cum went down my throat. As Derek started cumming in my dream, I was surprised that the thought of everyone watching didn't embarrass me: it turned me on. The looks just sent me over the edge. In real life, I was riding my husband hard, rubbing my clit on his shaft. I moaned and nearly cried out, "Oh, Derek!" but managed to turn it into a mumble-just in time. I had the most explosive orgasm. "Wow," I heard my husband say in the dark. "Where did that come from?" I had cum so quickly that he did not even have a chance to finish. So, I pulled his cock into my mouth, sucking him feverishly, feeling his balls. In my imagination, I was doing this to Derek. Soon, he exploded, and I swallowed his load, savoring how I had pleased him. I rolled over and went back to sleep, satisfied, but not completely. A thought came to me just before I nodded off. "I do not feel the slightest bit guilty." Nothing had really happened yet between Derek and me yet, so there still was time to put the brakes on before it crossed the line. Or at least that's what I told myself. - The next morning Mariana woke up and her behavior yesterday seemed nearly unreal to her. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, and she vowed to herself to rein it in before things got out of hand. The line had not been crossed... So, instead of wearing one of her (now) many skirts, she grabbed a pair of pants. Granted, they were tight pants. She went through her underwear drawer and saw the tiny set of panties she had bought yesterday. "It cannot hurt to wear them," she thought. She spent most of the day avoiding Derek. Where before she would deliberately pass by his desk, today she detoured. Still, she saw him a bit. And he did not fail to stare at her ass when she walked by. She did not linger as usual, but his looks turned her on anyway. "Calm, Mariana, calm," she muttered to herself. The panties she was wearing did NOT help. They constantly rode up, wedging themselves deeply inside, making her pull them back down. The back and forth was rubbing her, and she enjoyed the sensation. The next time they rode up, she walked by Derek's desk almost unconsciously. The panties rubbing her in just the right spot were making her incredibly aroused. His appreciative look as she went by made the feeling more intense. By the time she reached the restroom, her panties were saturated and she worried that her pants would show it. She thought briefly about touching herself right in the bathroom. "No way," she thought, "I would never do that." - Derek noticed how Mariana seemed to avoid him all day. He did not fully understand the reasoning, but he respected her need to have a little space. "I guess it has been kinda crazy," he thought to himself, shaking his head. When she finally walked by mid-afternoon, she was wearing tight white pants. This was a break from her pattern lately of wearing cute skirts that showed off her legs. These pants were nice in their own way, though. They were especially tight on her ass and they even hugged her front, outlining her crack. He could not help but watch the play of the fabric as she walked. He broke from his reverie when her stride faltered slightly as she approached. He looked up at her and realized she knew exactly where he was focused. He felt a little embarrassed to be so caught. She continued past him and he swore she swung her hips just a little more. The look over her shoulder confirmed that she knew he would be staring at her ass. He grinned as he was bagged and just shrugged. Her return grin assured him that everything would eventually be ok. Time passed. Derek was absorbed in work, but he noticed that Mariana had not returned to her desk for a while. He thought maybe he had just missed her or she went off to a meeting. Finally, he saw her return. He looked at her face and she met his eyes briefly. Her cheeks got very red and she looked down as she hurried past. "What was that about?" he wondered. "Was that a wet spot on her pants?" - "I am in trouble," Mariana thought as she departed work. "All I can think about is how horny he makes me feel. I could change my panties ten times a day and they would still be soaked." Her entire ride home was filled with these thoughts. She struggled with her angel and demon on each shoulder. The angel reminded her that she had been married a very long time and faithful for the entire stretch. The devil on her shoulder whispered about the lack of caring lately from her spouse. It seemed the only thing they shared was sex, and even that felt empty. She realized her feelings for Derek were reflections of desires that had been there for a while. The naughtiness, the excitement, the compliments and attention all fed her ailing ego. She needed them. And in a weird way, they would help her marriage by filling that need. The devil was definitely winning... - The next morning, I told myself, "You only get one chance at this life, Mariana. Enjoy it!" I dove into the deep part of my closet and pulled out the shortest skirt I dared to wear to work. I rummaged through my lingerie drawer and came up with lacy stockings that ended just above the hemline. And I picked a pair of black silk panties that made me feel sexy. Combined with the lacy black bra and the button-down shirt, it was a great complete outfit. I looked in the mirror and said out loud: "Looking hot, Mariana." And for once, I believed it. When I thought what Derek would think of this outfit, I became aroused. "This should be an interesting day," I thought, laughing to myself. I grabbed my keys and my laptop, and headed out the door. On the way, the wind blew my skirt, exposing my undergarments to whoever was watching (which honestly appeared to be nobody). I did not even bother to hold it down. I liked the feeling of exposure. My only regret was that Derek was not there to enjoy it. And I could not help but think, "Very interesting, indeed!" as I pulled out of the driveway and went to work. - When I arrived at this office this morning, I was feeling self-conscious. There was basically no one there, which gave me the courage to hurry to my desk and sit down. I was very aware how short my skirt was, how when I walked fast my underwear most likely showed, and I was nervous. People started to arrive. I worked and kept smoothing my skirt down, covering as much of my thighs as I could. It was making me mental. "Calm down," I said to myself. "Just picture the look on his face when he sees you." I stopped worrying. I just let it go. And I realized that my bladder was basically going to burst. So, I walked to the bathroom and drew stares from everyone I passed, even some of the women. Heather even said, "looking awesome today, Mariana." And it made me feel good and just a bit more relaxed. My walk back to my desk was confident. My skirt swayed from side to side, flouncing dangerously as I passed one gawker after another. The feeling of being watched and appreciated was making my pussy juice up. I caught my breath in anticipation as I passed by Derek's desk... but he was not there. Mariana Ch. 02: In the Woods "Bummer," I thought. - Derek was late to arrive for work. He was rushing to get to this problem and that meeting and just feeling a bit frazzled. So, he barely had time to breathe, never mind wonder if Mariana was going to avoid him all day again today. He saw her for the first time just before lunch. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Her outfit was just off the hook today. Through her tight, button down shirt he could see the hint of popped nipples. But it was her skirt that was fascinating. It was short, no longer than mid thigh if that, and what is more, it was not tight at all. There is this rule about skirts. Either it is super short and tight as hell, or it is longer and "floofy". When a skirt is short and floofy, it is almost certain that the person will be exposed more than they want, especially on a windy day. He basically stared as she came towards him and resigned himself to watching her go by. Instead, she stopped at his desk. "Walk this afternoon?" she asked, revealing an odd smile on her face. "What was that smile?" Derek wondered. "Um, sure," he said, "regular time with crew?" "I was thinking a little later, is that OK?" she said, her smile getting broader and even harder to read. "I am free all afternoon," Derek said. She leaned forward, getting close. "I look forward to it," she said in a low, sexy voice. And then she walked away. He thought he caught a glimpse of her bare ass as she walked away, and perhaps something black and lacy. "She is wearing a thong with that?" he asked himself incredulously. At that moment, a coworker came over with a question. "Help can computer work something you?" Derek shook his head, "can you repeat that?" His thoughts were not exactly coherent at that moment. He helped with the issue, but his mind was not much into it. The day could not go fast enough for Derek's sake. At the regular walk time, he saw Mariana and crew go by. "Oh, I guess she is going without me." He was disappointed and confused. The next hour or so dragged. When everyone returned from the walk, he barely even looked at her as she passed. "I suppose it is back to wondering what the heck is going on", he thought. He started to go through all the things that had happened, examining his actions and her responses for clues. Did he make her angry somehow? Was she feeling guilty? Was this flirtation over? He was so absorbed in thought that he did not even notice when she showed up at his desk. It was almost as if she manifested out of thin air. "Walk?" she asked. He basically stared open mouthed for like two seconds. He tried once, unsuccessfully to form an English sentence. And then he gathered himself. "Yes," he said, feeling relieved and foolish all at the same time. But, still confused. They walked out, just the two of them. It was the beginning of fall and quite breezy out. Derek had this vision of that skirt in this weather and perked up. - I grabbed Derek for my second walk, this time just the two of us. He looked surprised. "Maybe he thought I was going to blow him off?" "I saw you go for a walk earlier and thought you had forgotten about me," Derek said. I paused, getting close. "That was just a cover walk. You know, so we could go with just us." "Good idea," he said, sounding relieved. We made small talk as we got some distance from work. Soon, I could feel the wind lift my skirt in the back. My thong was basically wedged between my ass cheeks, so I knew there was quite the view. Derek stopped and stared. "Very nice," he said, not quite under his breath. I blushed, but I only made a feigned attempt to smooth it back down. We continued on, my skirt still blowing in the wind, my hips swaying to music only I could hear. Derek looked on for a few seconds and then hurried to catch up. "Sorry, I got distracted," he said. His grin showed how much he appreciated the show. Our talk naturally turned towards sex again. It was so easy to talk to him, I found myself being open and honest. I even chatted briefly about how dissatisfied I was lately in bed with my husband. I could not believe I was talking about this. Derek looked down as he walked. He took a deep breath. "You know, I had a sexy dream about us," he said. That certainly got my attention. "Oh really?" I encouraged him to continue. "Ya," he said, hesitating, "we were lying on my bed talking. You were wearing that pair of tight white pants you had on yesterday. I had my hand..." he stopped. "Not a skirt?" I asked, surprised. He shook his head. "Go on. Your hand was where exactly?" I said with a smile. He blushed. I did not think Derek was capable of blushing! "Actually, it was my arm. We were lying opposite each other, your head at the bottom of the bed, mine at the top, we were each on our side facing one another. My arm was between your legs." I listened intently. The thought of his arm between my legs was exciting. Derek continued, "You had my bicep trapped between your thighs just above the knee. My hand was through, feeling the upper part of your butt. I was slowly stroking it, and my arm was inching upward." I could see the image in my mind. Derek went on. "I was frustrated. I could see 'you' clearly through your tight pants and I wanted to touch you." I interrupted. "What do you mean, see 'you'?" Derek paused. "I mean that I could see your pussy outlined through your tight jeans." The thought made me "mmmm" under my breath. And then he said, "Just as I was about to give up, you reached down and started to stroke me through my pants. Yet you pretended that nothing was going on. Your hand was pressed firmly palm down on my erection." The thought of stroking him just like that flashed through my mind. For about ten full seconds, I did not see my surroundings as we strolled. Instead, I had a fantasy of Derek's dream and it turned me on. "Mmmm," I murmured, this time out loud. Derek looked at me and smiled. "And then what?" I asked, wondering where how far this dream went. "You continued to stroke me, I continued to struggle to touch you. I woke up with a throbbing erection. I was both frustrated and turned on." Instead of being disturbed or uncomfortable about him having a sex dream, I felt complimented by it. It was a huge ego boost. "So, that's it? We did not do anything else?" I was deliberately teasing him. He looked briefly over at me. There was that blush again! "What do you think it means?" I wanted to hear his thoughts. He again looked down, taking his time before responding. I could tell he was taking the question seriously. "I think my mind was telling me something. It was saying that I was attracted to you and that you were throwing up stop signs. But, just when I was about to give up, you continued to encourage me. I think it is a fairly accurate parallel to what is going on between us." "Wow," I thought. That was way deeper than expected... and entirely accurate. "You are right," I said. "Until now, we have been playing, flirting, and although some of the stuff we have done is out there," I said. "We have not really DONE anything." "Right," he said. "I am not sure if I am ready to cross that line," I admitted. "Part of me," I glanced down, "really wants to. I mean REALLY wants to." He looked surprised at the admission and the tone I used. "Part of me has for quite some time now," I said. He was shocked. I don't think he understood how attracted to him I had been or for how long I had been feeling it. "But, I have never done this before," I admitted. I chewed my lip. And then he shocked me back. "I don't know either. We are good friends, we work together, and we each have our own thing. I do not want to do anything that impacts any of that." We strode in silence for a while, each lost in our own thoughts. I started to feel a little sad. "How about this?" he started. I could tell he was being careful. "How about we cross the line together, each with our eyes open. I really want you, Mariana. It would be a shame to stop here. If either of us decides that it's affecting our friendship, our job, or families, then we stop. It will be difficult, but at least we will not have the regret of not trying." I thought about this, again in silence. Did I really want to do this, I wondered? And then I remembered the hotel dream. So, instead of telling him yes or no, I started to tell him the dream. How we had checked into a hotel, him calling me his mistress. How he had fucked me from behind. I could not look at him as I recalled the dream, but I could tell he was listening intently. The retelling of it was affecting me. My nipples were rock hard, my pussy was similarly engorged, and my heart was racing. When I glanced at Derek, I could tell he was aroused. There was a noticeable bulge in his jeans and little hitch to his stride. I felt proud for turning him on again. "Interesting," was all he managed. We walked in silence a bit more. And then I made the decision I knew I would make for quite some time. I took a deep breath. "OK," I said, in barely a whisper. "OK, what?" he asked. He was smiling. I had a feeling he knew exactly what I meant. "OK, let's do it. Let's cross that line and see what happens." He looked excited, eager. "But, Derek, I want to go slow." His eagerness was so obvious it was funny. It was like a puppy with a new toy. It cracked slightly when I mentioned "slow". "I can do that," he said. We had made the turn and had started back towards work. I examined my feelings. I felt... elated. The spring in my step flounced my skirt. The wind blew it even more. I was riding so high I did not even care. I was probably mooning half the houses we passed. - Derek took my hand and led me to a path into the woods. I looked a question at him, and he just smiled at me. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Oh, I wanted to show you this place I found the other day. It is quiet and mostly private," he answered. I started to worry just a little. Did Derek understand the concept of going slow? Would he push me further than I wanted to go? Was I ready for what he had in mind? He continued to talk with me about normal things. His voice was quiet and comforting. I relaxed. At times the path narrowed to one person wide, and he ushered me forward. I thought this was sweet and gentlemanly, and then I realized he was staring at my ass. The third time he did this, I paused and he came right up behind me. His hands lightly touched my sides. His chest pressed against my back. I could hear his heavy breathing in my ear and his heart beating rapidly. I could not help it; I leaned back against him. "Mmmm," I moaned. Part of me was still wary, still in control. His hands started to rub my hips over my skirt. He pulled into me and I could feel his hard cock press against me through both our clothes. My breathing got a bit ragged. I closed my eyes. - His hot breath tickled my ear. He kissed my neck. "Do you trust me, Mariana?" he said as he continued to rub his hand over my skirt, tugging it slightly upward. I examined my feelings. I nodded. "Then close your eyes and let it go..." His hands continued to grasp me, pull him into me. All of a sudden, I could feel his hands under my skirt. I gasped, but kept my eyes closed. He grabbed my panties and tugged. "Oh my god," I thought. Before I really could react, he had pulled them down to mid- thigh, below the level of my skirt. "You are so sexy," he breathed in my ear. My mind was a whirl. On one hand, I wanted to go slow. On the other, I felt out of control. But, I trusted Derek and his hands were making me crazy, so I continued to let him take the lead. I was starting to get this itch deep inside me. I had a deep, burning, yearning to have his cock buried deep to scratch that itch. I was shocked at my thoughts. "Slow, Mariana, slow." He lifted my skirt, exposing my butt. And then his hands were on my bare ass, massaging it. "I think I crossed the line, Mariana," he whispered in my ear. "Is that OK?" he asked, without stopping. I breathed heavily, barely able to answer, "Yes." My eyes were still closed and his right hand reached around, slipping under my skirt and resting on my thigh. It was a scant inch from my throbbing pussy. His fingers tickled me as he used the tips, moving them back and forth, with each pass closer and closer... I was panting at this point, and my right hand reached back to rest on his thigh. He "mmmmed" in encouragement. His other hand caressed my side. It played on the outside on my breast, giving me goose bumps as it went up and down. "Can I touch you, Mariana?" he whispered. "Can I put my fingers in your pussy, get them wet, caress your clit?" That last word was said with almost a hiss. I gasped. My eyes briefly opened, the bright day making me squint. I looked down and my skirt was lifted above my waist. I knew my pussy and ass were in plain view. His words just before we entered the woods were clear in my mind. He had said these were "mostly private". That meant that people came through them sometimes. I was feeling a bit nervous. But I was too far past the point of stopping. Closing my eyes again, I nodded. "What was that?" he asked, pretending not to understand. I nodded, blushing. He waited. "But that would be crossing the line, Mariana. I am not sure. Perhaps we should go slowly. Are you certain?" he asked. "Yes, Derek! I want your fingers inside of me. Put your fingers in me. Please!" I was not in control any more. My need was great. His fingers moved slightly inward, making contact with my outer lips. His fingers slid easily on my lips, tracing the outside. I hissed. He continued to tease me, not putting them inside where I wanted them. His other hand remained on my hip, pulling his erection into me. I heard a rustling in the bush. Was that an animal? Was somebody watching? I kept my eyes closed, but I could picture a couple peering at us. I imagined that they stopped and watched and that they were enjoying the show. I was not used to the feeling, but ever since the shoe store, the thought of being watched got me quite aroused. I could not resist, I reached back and grasped Derek's hard cock through his pants. His groan of appreciation spurred me on. I stroked it through his jeans. In my mind, the couple in the bushes mirrored what we were doing. The tip of his fingers darted in, moving my clit. I was melting under his touch. I no longer wanted to go slow. My need was building. A branch snapped off to my right somewhere. "What was that?" I thought, but I did not look over. Instead, I pictured a man looking from behind a tree, his cock in his hand, stroking as he watched. My shirt was being tugged. One by one, each button was opened, Derek's whispered words filling my head. "Your breasts are amazing, Mariana," he said, "I cannot wait to see them." Derek unfastened my bra. I moaned when I felt it release. His hand pulled it up over my breasts, and they were out, feeling the kiss of the wind. And then the kisses became wet and I realized he was sucking my left tit into his mouth. "Oh my god, Derek," I said. His fingers continued to work their magic down below. They worked inside of me, but not deep inside. I wanted something deep... very deep. I wanted Derek to lift my skirt, bend me down, and fuck me right here in the woods. The need to expose myself was urgent, needful. I actually bent over slightly, imagining the onlookers were now seeing my pussy from behind. His fingers moved from my clit, curling inside and feeling under my pelvic bone. "That feels amazing," I said out loud. Finally, he was touching exactly where I was most sensitive. Meanwhile, his other hand took advantage of my slightly bent posture, reaching from behind and penetrating me. My mind went blank for a second. The pleasure was incredible. And then I had a vision of myself, in the woods. My shirt was open and my breasts exposed. My ass and pussy were also plainly visible. I was bent over slightly and Derek was finger fucking me from the front and from the back: I was getting double teamed! The vision drove me to new heights. Especially when I saw the people watching me. "Mmmm," I moaned. My heart was beating faster and faster. My moan was just a little louder than normal. I was playing to the watchers and loved the attention. Another rustling of bushes in the other direction and my imagination started to conjure an audience. I could see in my mind's eye these onlookers surrounding us, cheering us on. They were all stroking themselves. I imagined the couple in the woods had started to have sex. The picture was so clear in my mind. It made me want Derek to be inside of me. I wanted his cock to penetrate me. "Derek, I want you to fuck me," I said. "Are you sure, Mariana?" he said. The pace of his fingers increased. "Yes, Derek, please fuck me." I was desperate. The pressure was getting intense. Our imaginary audience continued to urge us on; "suck his dick", "fuck her doggy style", and even "fuck her in the ass" they chanted. Each utterance made me pulse with renewed lust. He put a second finger inside of me from the front and pumped in faster. I was getting fucked, all right, but it was his with his fingers, not his cock. The cock that I was now grasping through his pants. I started to unzip him. "All in good time, Mariana." I was urging him closer, trying to entice his cock to come out and play. He turned his hips so that it was difficult for me to get him out. I was so close to cumming. "I am going to do everything a man can do to a woman... to you, Mariana," He whispered in my ear. Pictures of him doing EVERYTHING flashed through my mind. Suddenly, I was over the edge and crying out my pleasure. I made little effort to be quiet and Derek only increased his pace, sending me higher and higher. My body shuddered and shook and the feeling of being watched was strong. Derek continued to stroke me for a while. It was amazing and sensual. His stroke went fully in, paused, fully out, paused, and then repeated. And then his fingers were gone. I was satisfied partially, but also frustrated to not have him inside of me. But, I also had to admit, I was glad that he had resisted my request. I was not completely in control when I asked him to fuck me, and I am not sure I was quite ready for that yet. Finally, I opened my eyes and looked all around. No one was within sight. There were only trees, no audience. I felt relief that we had not been caught. Oddly, I also felt a little disappointment. "Am I becoming an exhibitionist, I wondered?" The thought both frightened and excited me. I could see Derek's cock tenting his pants. It did not look comfortable. I reached over to finish unzipping him, take it out, and suck it. I wanted to make him feel the way he had just made me feel. Instead he stepped slightly to the side, around me. He pressed in from the back again. "I want to go slow, too. I want to enjoy each step on our journey. Yes, I would love for my cock to come out right now, for you to blow me," his whisper was turning me on again. "But, for now, I am going to stay on this side of the line." His hands reached under my skirt again to my naked hips. They traced down to my thighs. He grabbed my panties by the sides, and I expected him to pull them back up. Teasingly, he tugged them just a little bit. And then he pulled downward and took them completely off. I actually stumbled just a bit lifting my foot, and he caught me nicely. I was bewildered. He wanted to wait and he took off my panties? Maybe he could not resist? What the heck? Mariana Ch. 02: In the Woods "That's better," he said, and he started to walk back the way we came, out of the woods. I stood there in shock for a couple of seconds. I watched him go without understanding. Then I quickly buttoned my blouse, not even bothering to refasten my bra. He walked out of view. I hurried after him. The air caressed my bare pussy as I did. About a hundred yards outside the woods and back onto the street, I finally I caught up to him. My skirt kept flying everywhere as both the wind and the rushed pace sent it upward. I matched his pace. "Um... panties?" I asked, nearly frantic. He continued to walk. His hand still held them in a ball. He reached up with the panties inside, and I felt momentary relief. Instead of giving them over, though, he held them to his nose and sniffed. "Mmmmm, you smell delicious." I blushed. I made a grab for them. He held them out of reach. I gave a little foot stamp, pouting. He grinned and stuffed them in his pocket. "Trust me, Mariana," he said. I looked at his face closely. He was serious. "I don't know," I said. What could I do? I trusted him. I let him keep them. I continued to walk, barely keeping up with his pace as we approached the office. Each step was a struggle with the skirt and the wind. "Who would see?" I thought as we got closer to the office. Just when I started to insist he give them back, my skirt flew up again. My pussy and ass were revealed. The wind touched my skin everywhere. The feeling was amazing. I nearly had another orgasm right then and there. It was so amazingly naughty, like an x-rated Marilyn Monroe moment. So, I let him lead me back with that tiny skirt and no panties. I trusted him. Each blow of the wind would show a bit of my ass, my bare pussy. That along with my erect nipples, and I was ready to step right into a porn as the lead actress. When we reached the back door of the office, I was again horny as hell and wondering how far this would go. Derek did his "after you" gesture and I went inside. His hand reached under my skirt as I went in through the door, squeezing my ass. My pulse was pounding. I did not know if I could go through with this. I was really scared. Unbelievably, however, I was also incredibly turned on. Just the thought of doing this was like a key opening in my mind, letting out all the dirty little fantasies I had buried there. He stopped me just inside the door, pressing against me. I could feel his hand briefly take mine and squeeze. It was a caring, reassuring squeeze. I looked down at my hand. My panties were inside them. I stood there, looking down at them in disbelief. His eyes were bright. He walked ahead. I watched him go and then headed towards the ladies' room. As I entered and reflected on the day's events, I did not have any regrets. All I could think of was what would come next and how far I would go in my newfound hobby of exhibitionism. I looked down at the panties in my hand. I had a brief struggle with myself. This time, the angel did not have a chance. "Screw it, I only have an hour left." And I left to strut back to my desk, swaying my hips as I went. I saw a couple of my male coworkers double take as I went by. I wondered if they could see my bare ass as I flounced by, my skirt swaying. I even saw a man staring at my chest, at the nipples threatening to make holes in my shirt. My bra was not quite fastened and I was completely bare under my skirt. It felt amazing...