Bev is one of those women that I always gravitate towards. We both have an exhibitionist streak and when we are together push each other to new limits. She caught my eye the first time I saw her, short brown hair, dark brown eyes, bee sting lips, always pouting. Her shirt was undone one button more than socially acceptable, creamy breasts showing above a low cut bra, jeans that were tight enough to be painted on. I went over and asked her to dance, got a coy smile as she slid off her bar stool. I took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor. We exchanged names and pleasantries, and I boldly let my eyes wander over her jiggling tits, not caring if she caught me. She smiled and gave her breasts a little extra shimmy, asking if I liked what I saw. I grinned back and told her she dressed so people could look, so I was just doing what she wanted. We finished our dance and I bought her a drink while we sat with our backs to the bar, watching many of the patrons give her body the once over. She asked if I minded others looking down her open shirt while she was with me and I told her no, in fact, I enjoyed others looking at the woman I was with.
"The girls wish they had the guts, the other guys wish they were me."
She smiled and was quiet for a minute, then answered that most guys got really possessive and jealous, and I chuckled as I explained she wasn't mine to be possessive about, and I was not like most guys.
We danced again, this time I had her turned with her back to me.
"More people can see how sexy you are this way." I whispered, and I could hear her laugh as she ground her ass against me. I caressed her sides, lightly cupping her breasts for a moment, then ran my hands down her flat stomach until the tips of my fingers slid into the tops of her jeans, pulling her closer to me.
"You have some pretty sexy moves yourself." she giggled, placing her hands on top of mine as we moved our hips as one. We continued flirting with each other as we shared another drink, then I saw her eyes flit over another couple.
"He's pretty cute." Bev commented, and I nodded.
"So go dance with him."
She rolled her eyes.
"He's got a girl with him." "I bet she would like to dance." I answered then walked over and asked her. She smiled, looked at her guy for a second, and said yes, and I looked back at Bev as I took her excuse to the dance floor. I was flirting with this young lady but noticed Bev now had her guy out on the dance floor, but far away from us. I let my hands wander down onto the top of her butt with no complaints, not really trying to start anything but more to challenge Bev. In no time at all I could see she was working her body against the "cute guy", his hands slipping down to cup her delectable bottom, and when they turned she caught my eye and smiled. We finished our dances and met back at the bar both grinning like school kids and that kind of thing became the basis of our relationship. We had sex, never breathtaking, but the exhibitionist side was never boring.
One morning we got together and Bev was looking delicious in unbuttoned blouse and jeans, and she decided we should go shopping for jeans for me. She had picked a thrift store staffed by young ladies and explained to the sales girl that she wanted a pair of jeans that fit me very well.
"He's got such a cute butt and a nice package." she told her confidentially, "Help me find something that really shows him off."
The sales girl was a bit nervous with this discussion of my better bits so openly in front of me, but the two of them picked out a few pairs for me to try. The store is pretty well empty as Bev pulls the curtain aside in the change booth for me to enter, her eyes sparkling as she tells me to take off my t shirt also so she can check the top of the jeans. I slip off my sandals and peel off my shirt, then drop my trousers, no underwear to impede the process, then hear Bev say.
"See isn't that the cutest little tush."
I turn to see she is still holding the curtain open and the two of them are looking at me naked. I can tell she is in one of her moods so just give her a grin, but quickly pull on the first pair before I turn around. The jeans are not very tight and both girls inspect me before shaking their heads no.
"Nothing shows in those baby, try another pair." Bev tells me, holding the curtain back and smiling.
I try on a couple more pairs, my inhibitions disappearing, letting the girls watch as I tuck my cock and balls in carefully to miss the zipper, but still no pair tight enough for Bev's approval.
The last pair is really tight, I struggle a little even slipping my legs in, can feel the seam sliding up my butt cheeks, wedge my prick in and let the girls have a look. Bev likes these, has me turn away and I can feel her hand cupping my ass, asking the sales girl if she likes how they fit on my butt. She nervously mumbles they look fine and Bev spins me to check out the front.
