Hidden Diamonds

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2024 PennameWombat

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This is my entry for the 2024 edition of

Literotica's Summer Loving Contest

. Not everyone gets to hang at the beach all summer, the gears of commerce must be kept greased, if only minimally. But that doesn't mean those left behind can't make the best of what circumstances might offer.

Expanded Tags: SUMMER LOVIN 2024, Affair, Anal sex, Audience, Balcony, Big cock, Butt plug, Camera, Female voyeur, Group sex, Panties, Public orgasm, Public sex, Strap-on, Upskirt

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Picnic

"Hey, Is a bella.'

"Ev e lyn," the response dragged out and accompanied by a glare as the speaker spun with deliberate pace, "so glad you're having such a good time."

Evelyn held up a plastic cup and gave it a shake.

"The wine might be cheap, but it's plentiful. Still gallons over there, get one."

Isabella's smile had the same slight chill that the air had gained with the low and reddening sun falling behind what was needed on the unusually cool day in the last week of July. She used her elbow to still the strap of the small purse that rested on her left shoulder as she looked down at the petite woman in front of her.

"Had some. I thought you were my friend."

"I am! You're so damned cute in that little dress I convinced you to wear. That pale blue really suits you. And, even with your arms crossed I can tell it's painted across your chest."

"Paint, yeah," Isabella uncrossed her arms.

"Oh, yeah, girlfriend. Those are impressive. Busting through the fabric. They seem to really like it's cooling down. I'll toast to those."

Evelyn tipped her cup toward her friend and took a long sip. Isabella stuck her tongue out and in that instant the other woman flipped her left hand up and faced her mobile phone at her friend. Isabella's mouth locked open when she heard the click. She recrossed her arms across her chest.

"Now THAT is a good picture," Evelyn said as her eyes darted to the screen then back at Isabella.

"You bitch," she said and Evelyn laughed, "I wore it because I expected Xander to be here. No, YOU in fact reminded me that Xander would be here, despite spending the week on client sites."

"Well, it IS the employer we all work for and love's summer picnic. And he works for the company. Like you and me. So—-."

"Except YOU sent him to a DIFFERENT client this morning."

"Well, it was either send him and get shit fixed today, or send someone else and me have to deal with more irate phone calls. It's summer, we're short-handed."

Isabella waved her left arm toward the milling, laughing crowd bunched around picnic tables covered with mostly emptied platters. Beyond the crowd a team worked on cleaning barbecues as they cooled.

"Everyone showed up HERE. You coulda sent someone else. And I wore my third-tightest and second-shortest dress—."

"Course everyone's here. Free food and beer and wine. And Cheryl's mouth and pussy and ass are open to all. But, your dress. When I suggested this dress, I thought it had to be your shortest. I wanna see that one! This one's just showing off long, long legs all the way up to that ass that the dress barely pretends to cover. Not that yours isn't just about the best ass we have—-."

"And now my nipples are out of control! And I didn't drive... because you—-."

Evelyn laughed. "Why'd you wear undies though? Obviously couldn't wear a bra with that halter top, should've matched collars and cuffs. At least they match your dress."

"My undies?"

"Yeah. Everyone's seen 'em," Evelyn jiggled her mobile phone, "got 'em on plenty of pics, made the best of the situation."

"You've been upskirting me?"

"All afternoon.'

"Sheee it. Everyone's gonna think I'm some sort of slut or something."

"Nah. Cheryl's got that covered, she's already snuck off with a couple'a different guys. Quickies in the woods."

Both women looked at the blonde who stood with a cup in her hand as she laughed and spoke with a semi-circle of half a dozen guys and a couple of women. Her blouse was tight across large breasts, with four open buttons that allowed the laced edges of each bra cup to show. Her button front denim skirt was unbuttoned from the bottom edge of her crotch until it ended at mid-thighs.

'She tossed her undies after the first one, I have before and after shots. If our VP bitch Marie wasn't here, Cheryl would be pulling a train on one of these tables. No, for you they're just all calling you 'Nips,'" Evelyn said before light brown eyes conveyed laughter that'd been silenced by her emptying her cup of its contents.

"Aaarrrggghhh," Isabella said. "Nips?"

"Oh yeah, they're awesome. I think I might've kinda started it. You should ditch all your bras. You don't need them and I bet your performance rating would go through the roof, Jenkins would go gaga to admire what the air conditioning would do to them every day."

Isabella glared and recrossed her arms. But not before offering the raised middle finger of her right hand to Evelyn.

"And at first I was kinda disappointed you wore undies—."

"Disappointed? What, you expect me to flash everyone?"

"I've seen you do that. Somewhat often in fact."

Isabella exhaled slowly and glared at the other woman. "Yeah, sure, plenty of times—."

"Like on escalators at malls," Evelyn said.

"Wha, yeah. There. But, uh say what?"

"Quite popular," Evelyn said as she jiggled her phone.

Isabella stared for a moment then scrunched her eyes for an instant before sighing. "Malls, yeah. Not at work events."

"Okay, sure. But then I thought, while THOSE pictures would get me some nice clicks and a few bucks, Cheryl's taken care of those for me," Evelyn said and Isabella's face froze for an open-mouthed moment, "this will be even better. Just need your help with one thing."

"What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Mean, a few bucks? And, help? You've upskirted me more than once and you want me to help you?"

"It'll be pleasurable. I've got a few websites, side hustles. On one of 'em," Evelyn shook her mobile, "THESE pics will be very popular. But if we want a big payday, we'll auction those panties. But, need you to get them nice and gooey. Rub one out while you're wearing them."

"Oh, you've gotta be fucking shitting me. You want me to masturbate while wearing my undies? And what, you record it?"

Evelyn grinned. "Don't worry, don't need your face. You've mentioned that you can squirt, right conditions. That'd shoot the bidding through the roof. We'll split it, 60-40. You get the 40, being I'm the brains of the operation."

Isabella stared at her friend. Or, well, the woman she thought was her friend. Her arms left her chest and waved for a moment before they settled on her hips.

"We'll stick 'em in a zip lock bag after you're done while they're good and wet. Let 'em ripen while I get the pics posted and announce the auction."

Isabella's mouth opened and closed a few times but she couldn't manage to speak. She tightened her eyes and lips when Evelyn's gaze went past her right side and focused in the distance.

"Ah, now that's perfect," Evelyn said.

Isabella mouthed 'what the fuck' but twisted at the waist.

"Got an even better idea," Evelun said as Isabella shuffled her body ninety degrees, "get his fingers to work you over. Keep your legs as wide as you can and get those beauties out of that top. Don't need your faces, necks down. Just get him to make you blow."

Evelyn took two short steps to stand alongside Isabella as the latter turned. They watched the new arrival as he smiled, shook hands and clearly greeted others. He accepted one of the ubiquitous plastic cups, this one with black liquid and put it to his lips.

Evelyn chuckled, which caused her companion to twist her head slightly and speak. "What?"

"You. Purring as you watch Xander. Licking your lips. Your nips have grown another quarter inch. You might not need him touching to get those undies soaked, they'll be that way before he gets around to pulling them off you."

"What makes you think he's going to get around to pulling my undies off? Soaked or not."

"Don't shit me, girlfriend, you've been work husband and wife since you both happened to be on the Watkins project—," Evelyn said in a soft but more serious tone than she'd had when Isabella interrupted her.

"You assigned the Watkins project team."

"Fancy that. Ah well. But last couple of weeks you've both upped the antes, you and him have been all over each other every day, everything but actually jumping one another. We've been best friends for years, I know damned well when you're ready to burn it all down. And he's my best engineer and I study hard to know how to keep him happy and working for us."

"Uh, huh?" Isabella's turned a a bit and the friends locked eyes. Evelyn nodded her head toward the knot of people with Xander.

"And what'll make him happy right now is to get you naked and slam your pussy until you scream and pass out."

Isabella's mouth moved a couple of times before she caught her tongue between her lips. Her voice was soft.

"Yeah."

Evelyn smiled. "And don't worry about how I know, but he's got the equipment to definitely take you to Pound Town."

Isabella squinted slightly and let out a hum before she shrugged. "Okay, I'll just let that slide."

"And it was for your benefit that I sent him on that client call this morning."

"My benefit?"

"Yeah. With Cheryl in maximum heat, if Xander had been here the whole time, you and her would've likely been in a fist fight trying to get to his crotch. This way, if you quit standing here talking to me and get your cute ass in gear and go show him those nips, you can convince him to give you a ride. If you get my meaning."

"Wha, ow!" Isabella's statement was cut off when Evelyn slapped her ass.

"Go. And don't forget to get that recording we discussed. I'm betting we can top a thousand! Even better, record what you two do after that. Probably be worth even bigger bucks."

Any response Isabella had in mind was stalled by a second ass slap. Evelyn moved her slapping hand upward to press against Isabella's lower back until the dark-haired woman grunted.

"Hurry," Evelyn hissed, "Cheryl's still busy the far side. Way's clear."

Isabella twisted her neck and stuck her tongue out as Evelyn pointed the mobile at her. She turned away as her walk became a strut.

"That's it babe," Evelyn cooed as she held up her mobile, "shake what God gave you for mama. And mama's subscribers.'

Detour

"Hey, lover," Isabella said softly into the target ear as her heels settled back onto the concrete. She'd debated between sneakers or sandals and was happy she'd chosen the former. Her approach had been intentionally silent. Her choice of address intentionally provocative. As well as aspirational.

Rubber meeting the road.

She stood firm as the bare flesh of Xander's left arm just below the hem of the sleeve of his thin button-down shirt was pressed against her right nipple as her reflexively turned. Already rampant at the friction of the cloth and the cool air and anticipation, the added pressure sent a shiver that focused between her legs. Her undies might get plenty wet before anyone's fingers could get there.

"Hey, Isabella. Sweetheart."

Plenty of coworkers milled about, but none close and it'd take superhero hearing for any of them to have picked up their exchange.

Her strut had slowed after leaving the friend who planned to auction off her used undies, assuming she could get them messy enough. Xander hadn't been alone, Cheryl wasn't close, which was good, but others. If they were already calling her 'Nips,' this wouldn't help.

But then he'd reached into his back pocket and pulled out his mobile. His expression hadn't been grim, a neutral sort of 'gotta take this' that'd been accepted with nods as he'd strode away and none had followed.

But best of all had been what she'd seen his mouth 'say.' Good. Could've been so much worse.

She caught his eyes then pressed her nipple into his arm. His tricep flexed then his arm offered the slightest back and forth that'd forced a purred moan from her. She guided his eyes to the other one, no less erect and now desperate for its own contact. When their eyes met again, her tongue flicked to lick between her lips, he offered the tip of his. She snuggled a fraction tighter. The fingers of his left hand found the bare flesh just below the hem of her dress, danced across a thigh that she flexed.

"Client happy?" She shifted her leg so that his fingers were guided to the inside of her thigh. Close. So close to where they were needed. She hated that her hand couldn't follow suit. Patience. Only her hidden right hand could be employed, and only against his back. And his cute ass. Whatever the source of Evelyn's 'knowledge' on the subject of where she wanted to apply pressure, it'd fit with Isabel's intuition from their fleeting touches and her careful but diligent visual studies.

"Yeah," he said and she pressed tighter with her guess confirmed, "wasn't all that hard. Unlike what's happening here. That's a beautiful dress."

She grinned and pushed her right breast and its crazed nipple more tightly. His arm's movement did nothing to allow it to relax.

"Glad you're still here," he continued, "but looks like I missed most of the food and fun."

"Wasn't all that much fun without you here. You wanting to stick around?"

She hoped her eyes made clear the real question. He looked up and around. No mass exodus, but attendees in ones and twos sauntered toward the parking lots. In the opposite direction, Cheryl's train milled about her, paused in the station until Marie and the other execs left and darkness offered deeper camouflage. Xander turned and leaned his head slightly to lock her eyes.

"I think there are better places we could be," he said.

She smiled broadly, then guided his eyes back to the visible bulge in the cloth painted across her breasts.

"It's kinda chilly, give me a ride? Don't have my car, rode with Evelyn. And if you don't mind, got one more favor to ask."

He rubbed her nipple with a bit more force and she huffed out of her open mouth, pushed against him and matched his movement.

"A favor?"

Her eyes darted across the slowly shrinking crowd. "I'll explain it in your car."

"Sure. Bit messy, helped my neighbor move an antique cabinet she'd restored, her truck was in the shop. Back's piled up with blankets and quilts. She restores furniture and decorates it. Hope you don't mind."

His wink sealed the deal. She huffed again. "Saw your post on Facegram, chick with the purple hair her?"

Xander nodded and Isabella continued. "I'll keep her in mind, never can tell when I'll need new furniture."

She read the flash across his face as amusement. And understanding. "Happy to introduce you. She offers discounts to acquaintances."

She squeezed his ass cheek. "Lead on."

He gave a last rub against her nipple and she almost jumped when he flicked a finger under her dress and somehow found her clit, jealous of the attention her nipples had already received and no less erect, through her undies. He took a shuffled step and she exhaled and nodded and fell in alongside him with a hand's width separating them. Not that it'd fool the rare attendees still sober at this point, but their vantage point offered a path that avoided the bulk of those remaining.

Even better, it went past the table holding various catering supplies.

"Ah, one sec," she said as she darted to the table, he offered a quizzical look but continued walking. She honed in on her target and pulled a large Ziploc bag from its box. He added a raised eyebrow.

"Part of the favor I need to ask, lead on," she again fell in alongside him and spoke in a conversational tone until the very quiet last word, "lover."

His hand flashed across the gap and caressed her right ass cheek. She added a slight hip shake as he guided them to his car, his late arrival had meant he'd parked away from the central mass of vehicles. They waved to a couple of people, but none moved to intercept. Evelyn caught their eyes but also maintained her distance, a grin across her face as she waved. They waved and smiled back, her movements not quite sufficient to hide her real intent.

"Bitch took our picture," Isabel said and Xander chuckled, "and like, hundreds all day. She's got plans."

"She always has plans," Xander said as he pulled his keys from his pocket and the gray SUV's lights flashed, "yon chariot."

She stepped quickly away from him with a glance and toward the passenger door.

"Don't open my door," she hadn't needed to speak aloud, "but want to open my door."

His nod was subtle. But perceptible. Her undies absorbed a bit more moisture as she pulled the door open. She glanced around quickly looking for Evelyn and that bitch's camera as she made no move to avoid offering a clear view of her undies as she stepped up and slid onto the seat. Once seated, she twisted to look behind her as she pulled the seat belt into place.

'Told you it was a mess," Xander said as he slid into the driver's seat as they both pulled doors closed.

The rear seat remained folded down and a rather impressive collection of sheets, blankets and quilts were laid out and piled up. She caught his eyes as he turned the key and slid his hand to the shifter knob in the central console.

"Ooh, that looks, nice. And. Soft. Comfy," she said as he reversed from the spot. Clutch, brake, he put the SUV into gear and his hand went to her left knee as he drove toward the exit. She shifted her ass and opened her legs until that knee contacted the console. She mewled when the contact was lost as he shifted to second, his hand stayed on the shifter as he stopped at the road. He looked at her as she put her hand on his arm and slid down until her hand was over his.

"Right turn to home. Homes. Left to."

He welcomed her entwined fingers.

"Left to. A place?"

"I know a place."

"Left then."

Views

Xander pushed the shifter into fourth and his hand left it and she huffed when two fingers scissored her hard right nipple through the cloth of her dress that'd been pulled even tighter by the seat belt that descended between her breasts. She pushed forward and he pressed harder. She let out a soft hum when he released it but smiled when it went to the nape of her neck.

"Off," he said in a firm voice, "I've been waiting to see them and feel them. No more waiting."

"But we're, uh, driving," she said, her voice pitched to a quavered timbre two steps higher than her usual before a final yelped word as he pinched her right nipple.

"If only," he said in an amused tone at the empty stretches of highway in front and behind them. She laughed as her hands went to the hooks.

"Besides, there's something I want to see and touch," she said, "trade."

"Good things come to those who wait. My turn first. C'mon," he said as his fingers went to her cloth-covered crotch, exposed by her open legs and a dress her squirming had pushed to the absolute tops of her thighs.

"Keep doing that," she said in a husky tone. With quick movements, hooks were released and she pulled the top of the dress down as she worked it past the seat belt and bunched it at her waist. Then she quickly retrieved her mobile phone from the purse that rested on her right thigh, separated by not quite 90 degrees from its partner. She dropped the purse to the floor between her feet and tapped quickly and pointed it at his fingers that rubbed at a spot, the slightest darkening in the middle of the light blue cloth under them.