Exposing Girlfriend

I love it when my girlfriend goes out without panties. The constant thrill that she might accidentally flash someone makes me especially excited.

Plus, with no panties in the way, touching her ass feels extra smooth and slick, which is incredibly arousing. If the urge hits, I can just lift her skirt and slide right in--no need to bother with taking off underwear. So convenient.

I remember one time she wore a super short miniskirt, the kind where squatting down would reveal her panties. I forbade her from wearing any and made her go out with me.

When we boarded the bus, I deliberately trailed behind her. As we climbed to the upper deck, I looked up and instantly caught a glimpse of her bare under-skirt glory. Her plump, smooth ass cheeks swayed in front of my eyes, jiggling with each step, a small tuft of hair peeking out between her thighs. I'm sure the guy behind me got the same stunning view.

Once we sat down, I told her about her little exposure and pointed out who'd seen under her skirt. She stroked my thigh, saying, "You're naughty!" Then she whispered in my ear, "I want you tonight!"

I whispered back, "No need to wait for tonight--once we hit the highway, I'll give it to you!"

She pouted, "You're so bad!"

We purposely chose the back row, but that bus was packed, so we couldn't do anything. I dozed off and woke up to find we were just four stops away from ours. By then, passengers were getting ready to disembark, and at the second-to-last stop, everyone on the upper deck cleared out.

I immediately unfastened the two buttons on her skirt. This skirt was unique--those buttons held a piece of fabric that draped into a skirt. Once I undid them, it turned into a flat cloth beneath her ass. Her pussy, covered in dense pubic hair, was instantly exposed before me.

Maybe because she was baring herself outdoors, she buried her face in my shoulder, shy. I lightly brushed my hand over her pussy, my fingertips lingering on her clit, stroking gently. In no time, she was soaking wet. Panting, she reminded me not to wet her skirt, as a damp spot would be embarrassing if anyone noticed.

I quickly pulled the "piece of cloth" from under her, letting her ass sit directly on the seat.

But my hand didn't stop. My thumb pressed on her clit, rubbing rhythmically, while I went from one finger inside her to three. Her juices flowed endlessly down my fingers, turning from clear to milky white, dripping from my hand onto the seat. Her arms clung tighter around me, her breaths growing heavier, eventually turning into muffled moans in her throat--she didn't dare scream too loudly on the bus.

Finally, I crouched down between her legs, burying my head to lick her pussy. This move overwhelmed her. Though she didn't scream outright, her moans were loud enough to echo through the upper deck. Luckily, the engine was noisy, or the driver would've heard.

At that moment, the bus stopped at a traffic light, right next to another bus. Feeling the bus halt, my girlfriend snapped her eyes open. When she saw the curious stares from the passengers next door, she tried to push me away, saying, "There's people!"

She reached for her skirt. Following her gaze, I saw six people on the other bus: three teenage boys, a couple around our age, and a lone girl. All their eyes were fixed on us. The four guys were practically bug-eyed, and the girls were blushing furiously.

I told her, "Ignore them, let them watch!" Then I dove back between her thighs.

Truth is, my naturally naughty girlfriend had long fantasized about sex in plain view. With my renewed licking, she dove back into the pleasure. Her legs wrapped lewdly around my neck, her head tilted back, moaning in ecstasy as if to show the other bus how turned on she was. Her hips twisted side to side, and she even turned her body toward the window, flaunting her slutty pussy to the passengers.

Finally, the bus moved again. She slumped in the seat, limp from her climax. I kept licking, and she slowly recovered, stroking my head and saying, "Hisment, I'm done!"

I looked up at her, "Really done?"

She said, "Yeah! That was so thrilling!"

I smirked, "I know you found it thrilling!"

She always knew when I gave her that look, I had some trick up my sleeve.

She pouted playfully, "What now?"

I said nothing, just pointed to the seat beneath her. She glanced down and blushed crimson--her seat was soaked with her juices, the spot under her pussy coated in a milky puddle.

She pounded my chest, whining, "It's all your fault. Give me my skirt--we're almost at our stop!"

Then, ignoring her naked lower half, she stood, moved to the seat in front, and used tissues to clean herself.

I grabbed the skirt and sat beside her. She ordered, "Put it on me, quick!"

I told her to stand so I could dress her. She glared but complied, standing for me to wrap the cloth around her. Just as I was about to, another bus passed by. I deliberately slowed down, letting its passengers glimpse her gorgeous ass.

We finally got off and went to grab food, but the restaurant was too crowded for any fun.

That day, we had a blast. But once she put her clothes back on, she turned back into a proper lady, constantly fussing over her outfit, especially that panty-less miniskirt, thwarting my plans to expose her.

We played until late, missed the last bus, and had to take a "death van" home. The minibus route was different, not going straight into our village, so we had to walk a bit after getting off. Though it was a main path, it was quiet at night.

With so many people waiting for the minibus, we didn't get off until past 2 a.m., walking along the dim, yellowish streetlights. I kept checking around to ensure no one was nearby.

Seeing my behavior, my girlfriend knew I was scheming. She twisted my ear, saying, "What're you thinking? 'Confess and be lenient, resist and be strict!'"

I whispered in her ear, "I want to take your skirt off here!"

She asked, "Why?"

I said, "Because it'd turn me on!"

She said, "Fine, you take it off, but you have to strip too!"

I gasped, "Why?"

She whispered, "Because that'd turn me on!"

I grimaced, "But if someone shows up, I can't get my pants back on quick!"

She thought for a second and said, "Alright, you can keep your pants on, but unzip and let me hold your cock all the way home."

I complied, unzipping and helping her out of her skirt, leaving her lower half bare as we walked home. She grabbed my cock with one hand, pulling me along.

I chuckled, "Am I leading you home, or are you leading me?"

She laughed, "Whoever's got the weak spot in hand calls the shots." Then she gave my cock a few hard tugs.

We didn't run into anyone until we reached the basketball court under our building. Thinking we were home free, we spotted a couple chatting on the stands across the court. They noticed us too, and both pairs froze. My girlfriend, mortified, ducked under my arm. I quickly covered her exposed pussy with the skirt. But I was screwed--focused on her, my cock was fully exposed to their four eyes.

I suddenly worried they might be cops, and we'd be in deep trouble.

Luckily, looking closer, I saw they were busy fixing their clothes. The woman's breast was half-exposed, and the guy was stuffing his cock back into his pants.

I whispered to my girlfriend, "Look, that couple's scrambling to fix their clothes! Her tits are pretty perky!"

She yanked my cock hard a few times, "You're bad, staring at her boobs!"

I loosened the skirt covering her lower body, and she nervously asked, "What're you doing?"

I said, "What's there to fear? They're just like us! Let them see my beautiful girlfriend's ass. It's far enough, and we don't know them. Let's spice things up for them!"

As I spoke, I pushed her to my other side, closer to the couple, so they could get a better view of her gorgeous ass.

She pounded my arm, whining, "You're so bad, letting your girlfriend be seen!" But she didn't move back to my other side.

Watching the couple gape at her naked lower body was hilarious!

We stared at them. The guy, after eyeing my girlfriend, seemed overcome with lust, unbuttoning his girlfriend's top and burying his face in her breasts. She was still stunned, oblivious to her boyfriend exposing her gorgeous tits to us.

My girlfriend whispered, "Look, she's shocked by what we're doing!"

I was too busy ogling her perky breasts to catch what my girlfriend said. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my groin--she'd scratched my cockhead with her nail for ignoring her.

She huffed, "I didn't say you can't look, but listen to me too!"

I winced, "Got it!" My eyes darted back to the couple.

My yelp must've snapped the woman out of it. Realizing her breasts were bared and being watched by strangers, she tried to push her boyfriend away. But he, lost in lust, pinned her down on the stands, flipping up her skirt.

Sadly, we'd reached a corner and couldn't see what happened next.

I wanted to drag my girlfriend back to hide and keep watching, but she was scared of being seen naked by others. She grabbed my cock and pulled me toward our building, forbidding me from peeking further. Just a few steps later, we heard a crisp slap echo from the court.

My girlfriend stuck out her tongue, "We got someone slapped!"

I said, "Let's move!"

Back at our building, she grabbed me, saying, "How can I go in like this? Put my skirt back on! It'd be so embarrassing if the guard sees!"

I grinned slyly, "Let him get an eyeful!" I pulled her quickly toward the entrance.

She yanked back, but I was stronger. Still naked below, she didn't dare protest loudly, just whispered, "No, no..."

Just before the entrance, I made a sharp turn toward the back staircase, pulled out a key, and slipped inside.

Laughing, I asked, "Was that thrilling? Scared?"

She pounded my chest, "I knew you wouldn't let me be embarrassed! Scared of what?"

I didn't give her a break, "Then why'd you pull me back and keep saying 'no, no'?"

She put her hands on her hips, smug, "If I'd screamed loud enough to draw a crowd, you'd have dressed me back up in a heartbeat!"

Not backing down, I slid a hand to her pussy, "Oh? Then why'd you get so scared your juices dried up?"

She swatted my cock, fuming, "I'm done talking! Wait, why do you have a key to the back stairs?"

I said, "A friend at the housing authority got it for me--along with a rooftop key!"

She bit her lip, "Then we could..."

I cut in, "Fuck under the open sky!"

Blushing, she said, "I'm not talking to you!" and started climbing the stairs.

I grabbed her, saying, "How about like last time..."

She asked, "You want to?"

I nodded, and she stripped off her blouse and bra right there, handing them to me. Now, except for her sandals, she was completely naked.

I wrapped my arms around her bare body, heading to our floor, groping her breasts and clit as we went. She reciprocated, stroking my cock up and down. After eight floors, she was panting, unable to keep going. She turned, hugged me, and said she wanted it.

I responded by spinning her around, bending her over, and plunging my cock fully into her sopping pussy. Maybe because she'd been stroking me on the stairs, I came in under twenty thrusts, unloading inside her. Unsatisfied, she wiggled her ass, saying, "It's not enough! I want more!"

I replied weakly, "Back home, I'll give you more, okay?"

She dragged me upstairs, ignoring the cum dripping down her thighs. She left what might've been "cum trail"!

Finally home, she eagerly stripped me naked, dove between my legs, and sucked me hard. Without a word, she shoved my cock into her pussy.

That night, we fucked five times.

(End of Chapter)