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III. Evening

Our celebration today has been glorious. You have given me your body for the day. I am still determined you won’t regret it, but I also want to enjoy the plaything you have given me.

We take a shower together. We help each other lather up, brushing our wet naked skin together, and leisurely allowing our hand to explore each other’s anatomy.

I can still feel the pressure of my unspent orgasm in my loins. My muscles are sore, and each testicle feels heavy with semen it should have unloaded. As you fondle me in the shower, I rise again. I could so easily bend you over under the warm spray and mount you from behind.

I content myself with scrubbing your back with a soapy washcloth, fondling your soapy breasts and vulva as you squeeze my hardness between your thighs.

We towel each other off. My penis ends up in your mouth for a few blissful moments as you tease me. You intend to save my ejaculation. You know it would take very little to get me off after the tantalizing I have endured.

We wander about the house naked, somewhat aimlessly, doing mindless tasks to enjoy our nudity together as the last of the moisture from the shower evaporates from our bare flesh.

You are antsy, waiting for me to tell you what I want you to do. You know I have plans for you, and the day is nearing its end. It’s starting to get dark.

Finally, I tell you to get dressed for dinner.

“Wear a nice dress,” I tell you. “But no underwear.”

You smile. My request does not surprise you.

I put on khakis and a nice shirt. You choose a short black skirt. It is loose with lots of light-weight lace. Your top is a black silk cammi. It is held up with spaghetti straps. When you stand normally, it hangs nicely around your breasts, enhancing their natural curve. Your neck is adorned with a simple strand of pearls, giving your classy elegant look a touch of grace.

You are wearing high stilettos that perch your legs up, displaying your calves and most of your thighs. Propped on the heels, your leg muscles are flexed attractively.

As I follow you to the car, I watch the way the heels cause your hips to sway enticingly. Your bottom is outlined under the loose fabric, almost indecently. The skirt swishes and the hem flips in a manner that attracts attention to what lies beneath.

“You look ravishing,” I say.

You turn around and place your arms on my shoulders.

“Thank you.”

You kiss me softly, and prolonged. You lean your body into me as your kiss continues. I place my hand on your butt. You press your hips into my crotch and feel my rising penis. I reach under the skirt and fondle your bare bottom as we kiss.

“Yup,” I say as we end our kiss. “You look prettier in that skirt when I know you aren’t wearing panties.”

You giggle.

“I feel prettier in this skirt when you know I’m not wearing panties.”

We chuckle together.

I open your car door and watch you get in. You make no effort to prevent your short skirt from riding dramatically up your hips. I gaze at your sexy legs, bare and exposed, as you fold them into the car, teasing me with the possibility of seeing more treasures underneath.

When I get into the car, I notice an extra surprise.

“That top looks better than it did a moment ago,” I quip.

“Does it? How is it different?” you ask mockingly.

“Is that your nipples poking out under the fabric?”

You look down at your chest.

“Why, I do believe it is,” you say as if you hadn’t noticed. “Silk is funny that way, especially since you said to wear no underwear.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

“It only does this when I push my shoulders back, just a little bit. Does it bother you?”

“No. Not at all.”

The strain in my crotch magnifies.

In the restaurant, your pretty dress attracts attention. You stride with class and confidence. Your high heels click against the hard floor as you stride through the dining room. Men notice your elegant beauty. Their eyes linger as you pass by. Women notice how well you wear that sexy dress and the charm of your simple pearls. You look good.

We sit next to each other, close enough to touch. As we enjoy our meal, we freely touch each other. Under the table our legs touch and intertwine.

Every once in a while, when no one is looking, you thrust your bodrum escort bayan shoulders back, flashing your stimulated nipples to me, and I reach under your skirt to stroke your bare pussy.

We rest our hands on each other’s thighs, creeping toward the crotch with bold nonchalance. I slip my hand under your skirt to stroke your bare pussy. I continue to pet you as the waiter takes our order. You don’t stop me. After all, your body belongs to me tonight. The day is not over.

We leave holding hands. You clutch my arm and lean on me as we walk to the car. I open the door for you, but before you get in, I stop you.

“Lift your skirt for me.”

You gasp. “Here!?”

“You’re hidden between the cars.”

“But anyone could walk by!”

“If we’re lucky.”

You look around. The restaurant is popular and people are walking to it closer in. You don’t think you are adequately sheltered by the car. You smile weakly. Your body isn’t yours tonight. My request scares you. Despite your shaking nerves and the pit in your stomach, you tentatively lift your skirt, exposing your bare feminine wonders to me.

You giggle as the cool evening breeze blows over your naked sex.

“Turn around,” I say.

Again, you gasp and look around. No one seems to be around. It seems safe. You bite your lip. Holding up your skirt you turn to display your pantiless bottom.

I admire the way your muscles flex as you move. I reach out and caress your butt cheek with my palm. You giggle nervously.

“What if someone sees me?”

“I’m sure they’ll like it,” I tell you. “If that happens, do not drop your skirt.”

“It probably won’t happen,” you rationalize.

“Maybe you’re right.”

You give a sharp exasperated sigh and wiggle your hips for me.

“Do you like this?” I ask.

“More than I would have thought,” you answer.

Suddenly, we hear a gasp. We turn to find a couple frozen in their tracks; eyes wide open, staring at your bare ass.

Both our hearts seized in our throats. We had no idea they were approaching. In our mutual shock, it was unclear how they might react. Would they enjoy the show, stomp off in disgust, or call the cops?

You continue holding your skirt up. Is it in shock, or are you doing it for them?

They turn to each other and start laughing. She is a petite brunette and he is tall and muscular. They are young and attractive. You wiggle your bottom for them.

“Did we catch you by surprise?” she asks.

“What would you say if I told you we were waiting for you?” you answer over your shoulder, flinging your long red hair around your shoulders.

“I’d say it’s going to be a fun evening,” she replies.

“You have a hot ass,” he adds.

“Thank you,” you say with nervous excitement.

“Is that all you have to show?” he asks.

You glance at me, and swallow hard. I can see your hands trembling in fearful excitement.

“Honey,” I say firmly. “Don’t you have something else you can show these nice people?”

“But . . .”

“Besides your butt.”

“Are you serious!?”

“It’ll be fine. Trust me.”

You sigh and take a deep breath, and slowly turn around, staring nervously at the ground, still clutching your skirt over your waist.

They both gasp in surprise.

He whistles approvingly. “No question you’re a natural red head!” he exclaims.

You giggle shyly.

“Honey,” the girl says, “You really have a pretty pussy, you know that?”

You turn red.

“Thank you,” you answer meekly.

“Any chance we can bring you home with us?” the woman asks.

Your jaw drops.

“We promise to share you,” she adds, referring to the man. They aren’t interested in me.

“Uh . . . well I . . . we have plans . . .”

“Well, honey,” I say, “If you would like to visit with your new friends, it’s okay with me.”

You look at me aghast, still showing your naked pussy.

“What!?”

“We can continue our plans, or you can go with these nice people,” I say.

“We can bring you home,” the man adds.

As you gain your composure, you realize I am teasing you. You gather your skirt in one hand and brush back your hair with your other hand.

“It’s tempting,” you say, thrusting back your shoulders. Your rigid nipples are showing bitez escort plainly through your silk top. “But I think I’ll stick with our plans, dear.”

“You may be sorry,” the girl warns.

“Maybe,” you reply. “But I don’t think so.” You look at me hopefully.

As they walk to their car, I grab you and pull you to me. I embrace you and kiss you deeply. You wrap your arms around my neck and return my passion. I thrust my hand under your skirt and grope your bare bottom in the parking lot.

You aren’t worried about being seen anymore as you focus on our kiss and the physical sensations churning inside you. Your exhibition has turned you on.

You thrust your hips into my crotch and feel my rigid erection trapped in my pants. You rub yourself into me, grind

ing your flesh into mine, both of us oblivious to the people going to dinner in the distance.

When I release you, your skirt tumbles over your nakedness.

Your arms still around my neck, you look at me, breathless and flushed.

“This is some celebration!”

“You’re not worried about being seen?”

“Not anymore.”

You clench me into another deep kiss. This time you undo my belt and my pants and plunge your hand around my hardened shaft.

Now, I am worried about being seen, but my blood is so aroused, I don’t want to stop you to object.

You hold my head to your face with one hand, kissing me with overpowering enthusiasm with mouth and tongue, while you stroke my hardness.

You suddenly break off the kiss as you continue stroking my erection.

“You want me to stop?” you ask teasing me as you masturbate me.

“No.”

“I’ll keep going if you want me to.”

“Okay.”

“But won’t it interfere with the rest of the celebration tonight?”

“Maybe.”

I let you continue for a little while. As I get closer, I reluctantly extract your hand from my pants.

Your legs are even sexier as you get into the car. This time, you part your thighs as you slowly swing them into the car giving me a brazen peek at your uncovered pussy. As hot as it was for you to show yourself to the couple we didn’t even know, it seems sexier now like this, for me alone.

I start the car.

“Okay, Let’s play with you some more.”

“Ooo. I’m ready.”

“Lift your skirt all the way up. I want you completely exposed.”

You smile as you raise your skirt. You squirm as you pull it out from under yourself, raising it all the way to your waist.

I pull out onto the dark streets and reach over to caress you. I enjoy feel the soft curls of your pubic hair as I twirl my fingers among them. I find and fondle your tender inner lips manipulating them in my fingertips.

With one finger, I dip into your warm cavern and find it still moist from your recent show. You spread your legs further and rock your hips as I explore you down there. Street lights flash across your naked sex as we pass by, but no one sees you, except me.

“I’m getting distracted,” I tell you. “Take over for me.”

You look at me surprised.

“You want me to masturbate in the car?”

I give you an unflinching look. You smile, and comply.

You manipulate your nipple through your silk top while your other hand focuses on your clitoris.

We stop at a traffic light, but you continue to masturbate for me, looking around to see if any notices. No one does. The people in the cars around us are oblivious to your pleasure.

When the light turns, traffic drifts away from us.

“No one seems to know what you’re doing,” I say.

“Too bad.”

“Maybe I can change that.”

“What?”

“Your top is in the way,” I observe. “Take it off.”

“Here!?”

My look says “yes.”

You look out the window. A Lexus passes by. The driver is intent on the road while his female passenger is busily texting. They disappear ahead of us.

You grasp the bottom of your blouse and slowly pull it over your head. Your soft breasts jiggle. Your nipples are hardened little nubs. You toss the top carelessly into the back seat and look expectantly at me.

“Continue what you were doing, by all means,” I say.

“‘All means?’ Did you bring the vibrator?”

“Sorry.”

“Too bad.”

You resume touching yourself tenderly, one hand gümüşlük escort between your legs and the other working your now unveiled nipple.

You let your body respond, undulating rhythmically.

I pull into the left turn lane as the light turns red in front of us.

You move to cover yourself. Cars stop behind us, but the lane next to us remains empty.

“Take off the skirt completely,” I say.

You smile, and wiggle out of the skirt, tossing it to the back with your top. For a moment, you sit uncomfortably in the car naked as we wait for the light to change. The street lights shining into the car illuminate your nudity. You would be clearly exposed to anyone who looked in. Your demure pose stimulates me.

Then an SUV pulls up in the lane next to us. It is filled with college boys who obviously have been drinking.

Instinctively, you raise an arm to cover your breasts and cup your vulva with the other as you shrink into the seat.

“You should be masturbating,” I tell you.

“But that car full of guys could see . . .”

I look at you and you remember that your body is mine. Thinking about the fun you have had already, you sit back up in the seat, spread your legs and tentatively touch yourself again. You keep glancing nervously over at the guys in the SUV. As you feel your hand touching your growing arousal, you begin to relax.

“Damn!” You jump. Fearfully you look over, hoping you haven’t been discovered.

“Look!” One of the boys has seen you, and now all of them are looking.

“Try to relax,” I tell you. “Pretend not to notice them, and continue.”

You thrust your head back into the seat. You lower your hands with coy hesitation and slowly open your legs to your fingers.

The boys hoot and holler as they watch you masturbate naked in the car. Your nervous energy combines with your arousal. Your body surprises you by responding to being watched. A quick little orgasm shoots through your body like a dart. You gasp out loud and your body twitches.

The guys scream as they watch your naked flesh tremble in climax.

The light turns green and we leave them behind as we turn and merge onto a highway.

You reach for your nipple and clitoris and tackle the task of pleasuring yourself with enthusiasm.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I ask.

“Um . . . yes.”

I smile. I enjoyed it, too.

“Do you want me to keep doing this?”

“Do you want to keep doing it?”

“God, yes!”

“Enjoy yourself.”

“Again?”

“Yes. For me this time.”

“Okay . . . It’s starting to feel good . . . You could lend a hand.”

“Oh?”

“Would you mind taking the clit?”

I reach for your soft swollen sex. Both your hands are free to manipulate your nipples. I caress you softly a couple of times before inserting a finger. You are soaking.

I plunge my finger into your wet vagina, coating it in your sweet juices. I move it upward as I with draw it out so it slides over your hard clitoris. Covered in your natural lube, my finger slides smoothly around inside you.

Gently I flick your rigid nub, working circles around it and stroking it deeply to it buried base.

Your grunts and squeals become louder and more dawn out. You begin to writhe and twist under the seat belt.

“Don’t stop,” you whimper, your eyes tightly clenched.

You have increased the tempo of the circles spinning around your nipples. Your hips are thrusting, synchronized with my hand. You moan deeply and loud.

“I’m gonna come . . .”

You gasp violently. Your body twists with pleasure. A low moan begins to rise, growing louder and louder as your flesh begins to tighten. Your body braces for an impending eruption.

You scream, ear-shattering in the car. Your hips buck frantically as I let my hand ride your spasms. I continue the pressure and rhythm of my finger as best I am able. As the intervals between your body’s jolts lengthen, I soften my touch and slow my motions.

You lay lost in your afterglow. I get off at the next exit and head back to town.

The hum of the tires running down the pavement is interrupted by the rhythmic thumps as we hit joints in the concrete. Light streaks across your naked flesh as we pass lights and traffic passes us. You gaze comfortably out the window wearing only your pearls and your heels. Your clothes are out of reach in the back seat.

Occasionally you glance at me, trying to catch me ogling your nude flesh. You are far more interesting than the road we are traveling on, but I only spare occasional glances to see you lovely nakedness. You don’t try to put your clothes back on. You don’t want to. You’re celebrating.

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