Just a thong
'I'm thirty-eight, so too old to flash my boobs around,' Felicity complained.
'What are you talking about? You've a beautiful figure. You're attractive and sexy, you must realise that. Look at the attention you received on holiday at the beach, when you flashed your breasts,' Philip reminded her.
'That was an accident. My top came off in the water and I didn't notice,' she said, in defence.
Thinking over the time she walked up the beach, with the bikini top awry, brought on a smile. On noticing men staring at her, she looked down to see her boobs were uncovered. In a panic she ran to Philip, holding onto them for dear life. She had to take the top off to untangle it. The awful episode was highly embarrassing, yet it had been exciting.
'Admit it, you enjoyed being topless at the beach, and this will be just a little more adventurous. You like a challenge, and I bet you're just a little excited by the idea,' Philip cajoled her.
'Maybe I'll try it sometime,' Felicity reluctantly said.
'You walked up the beach with your breasts exposed, and don't deny it aroused you,' he reminded her.
'We'll maybe I am excited, just a little. More over the idea of accidently flashing than purposely doing it,' she pointed out.
As admitted, she was damp over the idea, but actually going through with it was another matter. Remembering their uninhibited love making after that embarrassing episode, was adding to a building arousal.
'We can play during our week off. Let's be adventurous and just do it,' he encouraged.
'Alright, I'll try. When we get there, and I decide to back out, you won't be sore, promise!' she warned.
'Of course. I'm pleased you're willing to try. The time and place might be wrong when we get there, so we'll back off. If all goes well, I bet it will be great, and fun, for both of us,' he smiled.
Philip made a point of reassuring her over the next couple of days, and was pleased she was willing to give it a try. He didn't want to get into trouble, or put his wife in a difficult position. It was just a game and a tease, to invigorate their love making. They might never do it again, though he hoped they would. He wasn't superstitious, yet crossed his fingers anyway.
Felicity was nervous with fear, and just a little aroused. For his sake she hoped the courage to go through with it could be found. Wanting to be anonymous, they drove for awhile to a distant park. Arriving, they wandered around with a picnic basket, looking for a suitable spot.
She wore a flowery print summer dress, with just a thong underneath. The dress was short, though nothing too outrageous, so she was fairly comfortable, so far. They spread a blanket on the ground, and Felicity opened a book. She lifted her legs to rest the book on her knees.
Felicity felt as though she were bait for any passing male. A breeze stroked her thighs, and heated her pussy. Her husband gave her a reassuring smile, and walked off. He wasn't going far, just somewhere he could watch without being noticed. She could feel the exposed panty crotch, bulging rudely between her thighs. It wasn't so much that anyone was looking up the dress, it was from the possibility that a mysterious stranger could.
A fit looking young man jogged along the path. She dipped her head into a book, squinting at him through long hair. He stopped to stretch, right in front of her. While retying his trainers, he glanced at her. She turned a page, and with that action rocked her legs back and forth, ever so slightly. It was enough for the dress to fall away a little more, exposing her thighs. She could feel his eyes burning her crotch, or was that a flame of passion?
Retying the other trainer took longer. He was examining everything under the dress! She fidgeted, from excitement and a need for attention. She turned another page, rocking back a little, letting the movement separate her thighs. Her pussy was engorged and throbbing. She'd promised to stay until her husband came to collect her, which was excuse enough to carry on rudely displaying herself.
Through long blond hair, she watched another jogger arrive.
'Hi Jim, didn't think I'd catch you up,' the second jogger said.
'Had something in one of my running shoes,' Jim explained.
She saw the first jogger nod toward her. The second guy took the hint, and squatted down to tie a lace. The two of them were staring at her crotch! Her pussy was wet enough to show, if they were close enough, which she hoped not.
The thong was too damned flimsy. As she fidgeted from nerves, the crotch pulled between her lips. Or maybe they were engulfing the little piece of cotton. In any case, more was on display that she cared to show them. Through her hair she could see them staring at her pussy, and that gave her a thrill.
Felicity looked down at the book, pretending to be concentrating. Now she was frightened, as it looked as though they were walking over to her. She didn't want this! She wanted to slam her thighs shut, but she couldn't move. Being anonymously naughty was all that could be coped with. Being confronted by strangers was terrible. What would they say? Would they think she was a brazen slut? They might think she was up for fun, available to them, wanting it.
'Hi Felicity, I'm back. Got the water,' Philip loudly stated.
She looked up with relief, to see her husband approaching. The two young guys turned away to carry on their run. She noted they weren't competing now, as they were side by side, talking about her.
'Phil, I'm so glad you appeared when you did. I'm so hot, lets pack up and go,' she laughed.
'Don't you want to stay for more?' he suggested.
