While the husband is away
Felicity held back her passion for when her husband returned home, promising herself not to use a toy, or even her fingers. He'd been working away for two weeks, and it was getting to her. As soon as he got home they would play one of his flashing games. The idea that she was obsessed with flashing her body to strangers was absurd. Of course she'd heard about addiction to alcohol, tobacco, and other drugs, but not to kinky sex.
It was still a mystery why she was letting him display her body to strangers. After a strict upbringing, and years of decency, it figured she should be highly moral. Instead, she had thrown all her standards out the window, with her clothes.
Picking a dress from the naughty wardrobe in their playroom, she went shopping.
The cotton holding the seams had been cut with a razor, so the dress was only just holding together. A visit to the mall was innocent enough. Nothing was likely to happen as her husband hadn't set anything up, and without him it was too dangerous. She wouldn't do anything, it was just the possibility of something naughty happening that excited her.
Outside the mall she looked for where the car was parked. It was windy, and she imagined her skirt blowing up around her hips. It was too long for that, and merely wrapped itself around her legs. In the olden days a flash of ankles would have been enough to turn heads, but not in this racy age.
She laughed at the thought, and took note of the way the breeze swirled around the mall entrance. Gusts of wind blew straight up, on this side of the building. A short flared skirt would do the job, looking like an accidental flash of her panties.
In a dream world, Felicity tripped on something, from not looking where she was going. As usual an exhibitionist fantasy had taken hold, leaving her vulnerable.
'Ooops!' she exclaimed.
Unintentionally she had stepped on the hem. 'Honestly!' she said to herself, she really hadn't meant to do this. The cleverly altered dress unwrapped, fell from around her, and flapped away in the breeze. The cotton holding it together was frayed, she knew this, but hadn't intended to break it. It was just the thrill of it possibly happening that was wanted.
'Help!' she gasped.
This was no good, as no one was around, and not even her husband was there to protect her.
'Come with me! You can sit in my truck while I fetch your skirt,' a stranger told her.
He grabbed her hand and led her away from the mall. What was she to do? He'd been behind her and saw it all happening. Had it looked like an accident? She only wore a g-string, so he had a good look at her bottom. It was merely a cup holding her lips, with a strip of material between her cheeks. He certainly did see her behind.
As a fully paid up submissive, she let him take her away. This was dangerous, yet very exciting.
'Don't worry, honey, I'll get your skirt, or get you another,' he promised.
What did he expect in return, she wondered. The nice way he spoke allayed her fears, though anyone could be aroused by a pert bottom over a pair of long legs. Her bust was big enough to encourage most men to be naughty. She had an inspiring figure, which had been proven many a time while giving an impromptu show. Though there was always a certain amount of planning by her husband to keep it safe. It was what might go wrong that was dangerous, and exciting.
He opened the passenger door of his truck, helped her in, and shut it behind her. The view of her ass when helping her up into the cab was special. The piece of ribbon pulled tight between her cheeks, and he was sure he spied her asshole.
The piece of nothing covering her pussy was even more interesting. As she reached up with a leg it pulled tight over her crotch, almost disappearing between a pair of swollen lips. Of course, she knew he held her in place for a moment, but didn't complain. She wasn't self-conscious over flashing her body, so she was probably a lap dancer, or something.
Maybe it wasn't on purpose, but she was locked in, trapped! Watching him carefully, she decided he really was trying to find the skirt. He turned back to her, and pointed up in a tree. There was her skirt, caught in upper branches, a long way out of reach.
He trudged back and climbed into the cab.
'My purse! I dropped it when the skirt flew off,' she exclaimed.
'We'll drive by there and hope it's still where you dropped it,' he gruffly spoke.
He couldn't help glancing at her lap. The little piece of material covering her sweet spot was almost nonexistent. The thought of those long legs gyrating in front of him, performing a lap dance, was exhilarating. Hell! What he would pay for that very short strip tease. Not that he had ever been into such a den of iniquity, though he was certainly tempted now.
They cruised slowly toward the mall exit, and stopped, but couldn't see it anywhere. He got out and looked, but returned empty handed.
'My keys were in the purse, and my credit cards,' Felicity complained.
'Don't worry. We can cancel your credit cards, and get new ones sent. Do you have a spare set of keys?' he asked.
'Yes, but they are inside the house, how am I to get inside?' she asked.
'I can do that. First you need something to wear. My daughter will fix you up. I can get some tools at the same time, to get you inside your house. Then I'll drive you back to your vehicle, and you can start the day again. No harm done,' he smiled at her.
Felicity then realised they were nowhere near her house, and he hadn't even asked where she lived. She looked him over and hoped he was on the level. She was in his hands, though not just yet, and hoped not to be once in his home.
Joe helped her out of his truck, with a fine view between her legs when she swung them around. They parted slightly, enough that he saw a prominent camel-toe. Was she aroused by him, or maybe by losing her clothes, and being naughty in front of a stranger.
One of his neighbours often found an excuse to flash someone. On a Saturday she would wash the car, and always drown the t-shirt, as though it were a wet t-shirt contest. When she wore cut off jeans, they were far too small, fitting her like a second skin. All the men in the neighbourhood knew of the free Saturday show, so decided to mow the lawns, and tidy the garden. Wives couldn't decide whether to be pleased or not.
