My name's Magsie and, with the help of my boyfriend I'm going to tell you about one of my best adventures ever. Even though it happened a while ago, remembering it still inflames my very core.
I'd settled down by myself in front of the telly one night when I was on my own and had idly started to watch a documentary about the Berlin Love Parade, because everything else seemed to be to do with football. Gradually, however, I began to get absorbed and, at the first commercial break, I started to record it. I was amazed to see masses of people walking about in public, some of them with virtually no clothes on, some in some quite elaborate fancy dress, but what appealed to me was the natural and relaxed way they were all exhibiting their sexuality.
The filming was peppered with several interviews and it was obvious that all those taking part were thoroughly enjoying themselves. Indeed, one couple seemed to be getting rather aroused as the woman sat on a high stool with her husband standing by her side. The little waistcoat the wife was wearing kept parting to let her nipples peep out. Her husband was stroking her legs as they talked to the interviewer and her mini-skirt had ridden high enough up her thighs to show the bare skin above her stocking tops. She quite frankly told the interviewer that she was getting very sexually aroused and loved the idea of being watched by all the people who would see the programme. As her husband's hands stroked her stockings, her knees began to part and the camera got glimpses of her pussy. He said that he was very proud of her and relished the idea that other people found her sexy. She seemed to be having trouble breathing as she spoke.
The film moved to another couple of women, one of whom was leading the other on a collar and lead. All the one being led had on was a little gauzy mini skirt and she was clearly enjoying the occasional swish of a switch across her backside which was making her whole upper body quiver with pleasure. She confessed to the camera that she loved being told what to do and that she would obey her mistress absolutely. She was standing meekly in front of her mistress as she said this and you could quite obviously discern the outline of her pussy and her very pert and erect naked titties.
I had started, almost sub-consciously, to loosen the silk bathrobe I was wearing and had begun to fantasise that I was there with my boyfriend as my hands started to caress my breasts and play with my nipples. How wonderful to be there and experience the real thing, I thought. Then I got a nice surprise -- at the end of the programme I suddenly realized that it was a review of the last year's parade and that the current parade was in about 4 week's time.
I sat there playing with myself, imagining how I would feel to be so daring in public in front of so many people and I must admit that recently I'd begun to dress much more sexily when going out as these fantasies grew on me. Now, however, the robe fell apart and it was in this state of high arousal that my boyfriend found me when he came in.
I jumped up and gave him a big kiss, then got him a G&T and said 'come and sit down and watch a programme I've just recorded as I think you will like it' I deliberately sat opposite him so I could unobtrusively watch his expression. I was feeling so horny and the fact that I was stark naked under the robe was keeping me acutely aware of my stalky nipples and clitty.
I could tell that he was enjoying the programme, in fact he was almost salivating. He said more than once or twice how much he'd have liked to have been there. This was more than I was hoping for and I prayed that he'd not miss the fact that we could still probably get to this year's show, if we really wanted to. I shyly confessed to him that I'd had fantasies about trying this sort of public exhibitionism for ages as I started to caress myself again. I'd been at the brink for so long that the instant my finger tips found my clitty I felt several climaxes and my pussy became wetter than I'd ever known it before.
He looked dunbfounded as I groaned involuntarily with lust and I heard him exclaim 'look, it all starts again in about a month. How would you like to go? I'm owed a week's holiday and what better way to use it.'
'Oh yes' I gasped 'please let's do it' and I frigged myself remorselessly in front of him to yet another shattering peak.
Next day we fixed up a flight and 3 night's accommodation as easy as winking and then I turned my thoughts to what I'd wear at the parade. My boyfriend suggested that I should select items that could be removed easily, one by one. We eventually settled on a very light cropped cardigan with a semi see-through bikini top, a hipster mini-skirt which was buttoned up the front, some tiny, wispy transparent panties that were more a wish than a promise, a large red bead necklace and my strappy red leather shoes (my tart's trotters as HE calls them).
I could hardly wait for the Friday night to arrive on which we were due to fly out. I'd put on a silky blouse and a mauve skirt with just a light bomber jacket. I'd been made to refrain from any sort of sexual activity for nearly 10 days and I was feeling unbelievably frisky. On the plane, I grabbed the window seat, leaving my boyfriend the outer seat by the gangway.
I slipped my jacket off as the plane taxied towards the runway and then the engines revved up -- but I was so revved up myself that I was already flying. Before any time at all the light came on to unfasten our seat belts. I snuggled down in the corner and chatted to my boyfriend about how excited I was, reaching for his hand and placing it on my thigh so he could feel me all a-quiver. I could tell I was getting very hot and sticky and could also feel the lovely sensuous silk of my blouse as I wriggled in my seat.
But I needed a pee, so I worked my way up to the front where the toilet was and after I had relieved myself had a look in the mirror. I could see the shape of my stalky nipples so I undid a button on my blouse to reveal a bit more cleavage, then I turned my attention to the skirt. With the blouse not tucked in, I could turn down the waistband of the skirt several times over as it was very light silk, until the hem had risen well over half way up my thighs. I'd had to undo the top fastening at the waist and that enabled me to sit the skirt daringly low on my hips, but I thought it was just OK.
Feeling more than slightly flushed and extremely randy I made my way back down the aisle and was flattered by the admiring glances I got as I passed along. I reached my seat and as I sat down, I surreptitiously undid another two buttons on the blouse as my bare bum made contact with the seat's fabric.
My boyfriend gave me a broad grin. 'Why don't you practice for the parade by playing with yourself a bit?'
He knows me too well and, anyway, I needed no further encouragement. The man on the other side of the gangway seemed to be staring intently past his wife out of the window on the opposite side of the plane, which was a bit odd as it was pitch black. Then my heart thumped as I realized that he was using the window as a mirror to watch me. A thrill ran right through me and I decided to get more daring as my hands began to explore even more for my captive audience. I'm pretty sure my boyfriend was blissfully unaware of this development and that made it even more thrilling and naughty.
I undid the bottom of the blouse and pushed the skirt right down, then slipped my fingertips under the waistband's edge. You could still see most of my hand as I found the hood to my clitty which was throbbing beyond belief. That's how low the skirt now was.
All the time I kept chatting to my boyfriend as if nothing was happening but I was probably talking gibberish. I knew the old chap was transfixed as I had a series of mini climaxes. I began to wonder how I was going to control the desire for a real wank, when the captain announced that we were 15 minutes from touchdown and would we please fasten up again. We may have been going for touchdown but I was still hanging at 30,000 feet and I only just managed to adjust my clothes before the stewardess came round to check the seat belts.
We landed safely. With my feet firmly on the ground although my legs felt like jelly we went swiftly through customs and found a bus into town. I kept having to pinch myself as I repeatedly silently asked 'am I really going to do this?'
It was quite warm and early so, before we checked into the hotel, we had a lovely evening stroll and were able to sit out and watch the world go by from a table at the front of a delightful little café as we caught up on some food. I must say I needed to catch my breath and my equilibrium as well as the food.
We'd decided that on the first of our three days we'd suss out what was happening to get an idea of what went on. After a lazy breakfast we ventured out with me wearing a backless summer dress that hardly felt there. We soon got the impression that the next day was really the main one, being a Saturday, so we contented ourselves with a bit of sightseeing, some more eating out and a lot of touchy feely play -- most of it very public. Everyone seemed in festival mood and I felt very naughty. The dress I'd donned with a light, loose fit made me feel extremely sexy and it was once again making my nipples extra stalky. To make matters worse, my boyfriend couldn't seem to keep one hand off them while he caressed my bare back with the other.
We met one couple who explained that they were old hands and that the next day would really be like an informal carnival where you could do whatever turned you on -- and -- with NO recriminations. That made me very excited and my randiness factor multiplied several times.
The next day really did turn out bright, clear and sunny, with a promise of early summer warmth. I donned my bikini top, cardi, see through panties, skirt, shoes and the beads and we were off to find the start of the parade by about 1030. Everybody was greeting each other and quite a lot of the crowd were taking photos. Several men wanted me to pause while they snapped me, which was very flattering and I asked if I could undo my cardi.
'Yes, of course' said my boyfriend, with a massive grin. The he added 'Why don't you let it start to slide off your shoulders?'
I did and I began to feel increasingly wicked. The skirt hardly fitted on my hips -- it was less than 12" from waist to hem just skimming over my mound. The sun was beginning to feel quite warm and I took the cardi off and put it in the carrier my boyfriend had brought. My breasts were almost popping out of the top (almost as far as his eyeballs. His face was priceless).
As we strolled I held on loosely to my fella's wrist so his hand kept brushing my thigh. I kept making him stop to kiss me and he could tell how much I was enjoying myself as I got more and more passionate. The orgasm embargo was having the desired effect and my body felt as taut as a piano string. The crowds would clap and shout as we kissed and I kept whispering to him how much I wanted him and how close I was to climaxing. In fact I begged him constantly for some release.
'If you're really feeling abandoned' he replied 'why don't you play with your breasts for me? I'm sure all those cameramen would appreciate it too and I'd be so proud of you.'
I started to stroke them through the bikini material and, glancing down, could see my nipples making a bid for freedom. Suddenly, I went goose pimply all over as I realized he was gently tugging at the bows across my back and at my neck. He let the ties stay in place half undone and the top became very loose indeed as I sauntered along.
'I'm going to be exposed' I gasped.
Before I could catch my breath I heard him say 'God, you are gorgeous' and he plucked the top right off me.
I felt an intense rush of wetness between my legs. The only saving grace was that there were already some others who were flashing their boobs. It was so intoxicating to walk along, so openly for the first time, completely naked from the waist up. I flounced along exaggerating the sway of my hips and really flaunted myself at anyone who wanted me to pose for them even as I implored him to touch my boobies whilst he kissed my neck and shoulders.
