Emily looked out through the hatch of the burger bar for the umpteenth time, looking up and scanning the sky anxiously for the merest sign of a cloud. But from horizon to horizon the sky was deep bright blue, as it had been all day, so Emily smiled happily and ducked back in, believing again for at least the next ten minutes that the weather was not going to spoil the evening.
Emily was due to go off shift at 4.pm. and she was clockwatching constantly. She had arranged to meet with Gina, the thirty-six year old blonde woman who had become her friend and lover. A more unlikely couple it would be difficult to find, a tall, slender, worldly-wise, white woman and a short, sexually naïve, twenty year old black girl. But the match worked well and their feelings for each other were genuine, not least because of their shared passion for exhibitionism.
Gina loved an audience and had inducted a willing Emily into the same way of thinking, watching each other masturbate regularly. They had then let Maurice, Gina's husband, watch them make love together, and even allowed him have sex with Emily in front of his wife. They had, to put it mildly, been lax about keeping their activities private, but now they wanted to expand their audience to deliberately include strangers.
Emily could hardly believe that less than two weeks ago she had never let anyone so much as touch her, nor had she ever even touched herself. An orgasm was something she had heard about, but in much the same way as she had heard about the Yeti. Others believed they existed, but she never expected to encounter one. Yet today they were going to act on Gina's suggestion, a suggestion that would allow them to be seen by anybody. This was the day that they would lie by the riverside and display themselves to anyone who cared to watch. Emily couldn't wait, she was now a fully paid up member of the 'sexually active club' and wanted the world to know it.
Eventually the time passed and Emily finished her shift, leaving the burger van behind for another day. The next time she saw it, Emily thought, she would have fulfilled yet another sexual ambition and knowingly performed before strangers.
Emily was headed home, looking forward to a shower and a change of clothes. The smell of the burger van did tend to linger and she wanted to be daisy fresh for tonight. She also wanted to give herself a shave, the hair on her pussy was beginning to grow back strongly after Gina had first shaved her and this time she wanted to deal with it herself. She had plenty of time, Gina didn't come off shift today until 5.o.clock. and they had not arranged to meet outside the main gate until 6.30.
As she walked home she thought about what she should be dressed in for the evening. No underwear, of course, but what else should she wear. Eventually she settled on the light, front buttoning summer dress that she had been wearing on the first night she had gone to Gina's chalet. It had served her well that night - she smiled at the memory of nervous fingers tripping over buttons - and no doubt would again.
Within an hour Emily had showered, shaved - more easily than she expected - dressed, and had her tea. She was now pacing the chalet like a caged tiger, her lack of underwear constantly reminding her of her newly shaved pussy and urging her to play, just to take the edge off her arousal. She sat down, only to feel the seat cool against her pussy lips. She stood up, and a cruel breeze played under her dress, fanning the flames between her legs. But somehow she resisted and at twenty past six she was out of the door and heading for the main gate.
Incongruously Gina drove a pick-up truck, not a large one but a pick-up nonetheless. It had only two seats, she explained, and that stopped her being able to take passengers other than Maurice (a very handy arrangement on a park where lift scrounging was widespread), but still had useful room in the back. It was also capable of negotiating the kind of dirt-road farm track they were headed for.
As they pulled out onto the main road Gina turned to Emily. "Are you sure you're up for this?"
"Am I! I've been wet all day waiting to do it." Emily responded enthusiastically. "I can hardly believe that we're actually going to do it. I didn't know how much of a turn on it could be until you and I did it for each other."
"You know we could be in for some stick? Not everyone who walks down a river bank will appreciate seeing a naked pussy you know!"
"I've thought of that, but if what they say is deserved, it doesn't matter. If I get called a slut for doing it, then I probably am one. But that's down to me and I don't care."
"Sure?"
"Absolutely!" Emily was nodding vigorously. "It'll be worth it for the buzz of turning on the ones that do appreciate us."
They drove in silence for a little way.
"God I'm so fucking horny I could stop here and do it on the main road." Gina was almost wriggling in her seat with anticipation.
"There's a lay-by up there if you want to pull in? I'm game if you are." Emily was feeling the same.
"No, let's go where we said," Gina had seriously considered the idea before rejecting it.
They lapsed back into silence, nervous about what lay ahead but so looking forward to it. Soon they came to the entrance to the farm track and swung in.
"Nearly there, now's the time to pull out if you aren't up for it!" Gina spoke while pulling on the wheel.
"If you say that once more everyone would think it's you chickening out."
"Not a fucking chance." Somehow Emily wasn't convinced.
After bouncing down the track for a couple of miles Gina parked the truck where the grass verge was widest and switched off the engine.
"We walk from here. It's only about half a mile."
"Why don't we go closer in the car?" Asked Emily.
"Because the track is too narrow further down, the last thing we want is an angry farmer asking us to move the thing and let him through while we're in the middle of things."
Emily smiled. "Yes, I can see that might interfere with the flow tonight!" Both women laughed.
The walk to the river would have been pleasant on any similar night. The sun had lost its midday heat, but the air was still warm with just the merest hint of a breeze. There was not a cloud in the sky and the birds were singing. But the two women hardly noticed. They were wrapped up in their own thoughts, both searching their hearts to confirm that they really did have the nerve for what they proposed and each psyching themselves up to do it. They were both very excited, very nervous, but very turned on.
Gina had chosen the spot well; the bank was flat with short soft turf above a vertical drop of about five feet into the water. It was protected from prying eyes on their side of the river by a belt of scrub and thorn bushes but was in full view of the opposite bank. Not only that, but it afforded a view along the other bank that would give them about a hundred yards warning of everyone who walked along it.
"Perfect!" Emily exclaimed, looking around at Gina who was suddenly standing motionless looking across the river.
"Do you know what?" Asked Gina. "I am absolutely petrified."
"Why? Don't you want to do it?"
"Yes, I do, I really do, but the other bank seems so close. A lot closer than I remember!" It was about fifteen feet away.
"All the better to see you with!" Another nursery rhyme parody from Emily.
"I'm sure I'll be alright when we get going."
