Just His Imagination 03

JUST HIS IMAGINATION 3

We were driving home after visiting my husband's parents. I told about that in my previous story. My husband Mike has a vivid imagination and tells me I am teasing and flashing people when I think I'm just going about my normal business.

In my first story I related how Mike and I had been at a convention where I was part of a panel in the auditorium. Mike began to tell me how all the men in the audience had been looking at me, looking up my skirt, seeing my nipples through my blouse, etcetera. He was imagining it, I'm sure, but the more he talked about it, the more aroused I became. He finally got me so hot that I fingered myself in the ladies' room and then I fucked him in a vacant classroom, just before people arrived for a lecture.

Then, we visited his parents and he told me all his family could see my naked form under my nightgown when I was in the light from the patio doors. We went to the beach at a nearby lake. Mike told me I was taunting everyone with my swimsuit. I thought it was rather tame, but he pointed out that my titties did show through my top and the bottom rode up into my ass crack. Finally, he took me for a walk and he fucked me in a picnic shelter. A few people walked by and saw us which only increased our arousal. My ass was covered with sand burns from fucking on a picnic table and his mother knew what we had done. She had asked him, in reference to me, "Are you sure you can handle all that?"

We drove home the next afternoon and evening.

We stopped at a restaurant in a rest area for dinner. We had a table near the corner, next to one of the windows to the outside. We were sitting side by side on adjacent sides of the table

"You're doing it again." Mike said.

"What?"

"You're teasing people."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at how your legs show when you sit there like that."

I was sitting with my legs crossed. I was wearing a pair of running shorts and a scoop-necked top. I have nice legs, but I didn't think I was doing anything different from the other people in the restaurant.

Mike continued, "Those two men sitting at the next table are looking at your legs."

"They are not." I said it in hushed tones but looked to see if what he was saying was true. I couldn't tell. With the window behind me, I wasn't sure where their eyes were focused.

Mike said, "Spread your legs apart for a few seconds and see if they are watching.

I did it, and sure enough both of them glanced at my crotch. All they could possibly see were the gusset of my shorts, but I was now self-conscious.

I said, "You just imagine things."

"I wasn't imagining when you were sleeping in the car."

"What?" I had dozed off while we were driving.

Mike said, "You were leaning back in your seat with your legs spread apart. One knee was against the console and the other by the door. Your crotch was right there. There was only a strip of cloth keeping the truck drivers we passed from seeing your cunt."

I looked at him. "They could not."

"They sure could, particularly when we rode beside that one truck when we slowed down for construction."

"Are you serious?"

"Yup. I was tempted to pull your shorts to the side and give him a view of your hairy little pussy."

I said, "You better not have."

Mike said, "Your legs are so damned sexy."

I didn't think my legs were anything special. Women, these days, wear clothing that leaves their legs completely exposed. I'm sure guys enjoy it. Maybe not as much as when women went without bras.

A minute or so later, Mike said, "When you were in the convenience store, you had an audience."

There was a store connected to the gas station and we had bought some sodas and snacks.

"What do you mean?"

"When you were bending over to get some chips, there were guys in front of you, watching. I was behind them and they could see down your shirt to your belly button."

I thought a moment and realized that maybe they had seen something, but I was wearing a white scoop-necked blouse and a bra, so how much could they have seen? I looked down at my shirt and realized that it was loose enough to afford someone a nice view of the top of my breasts when I bent over. Maybe what Mike was saying was true.

He confirmed my concern, "They could see your tits jiggle in that little bra you are wearing."

He was getting me aroused again.

Mike went on. "Two men were watching you from behind when you bent down to get the twelve-pack of water, they could see the bottom of your ass cheeks and the gap between your legs."

I wondered why Mike hadn't helped me pick up the case of water. I had strained to get it and realized that with my feet apart for balance, maybe I was giving the young men behind me a show.

I said, "You're just imagining stuff again, trying to get me hot."

"Your shorts pulled up into your crotch when you were bending over and there was only a tight little strip of material covering your pussy. I'll bet they could see your panties and the outline of your pussy lips."

I looked at him, uncertain if he was telling the truth. The shorts were very brief and while I was wearing underpants, maybe I exposed a little more than I intended.

He added more fuel to my arousal. He said, "Your nipples were and still are poking through your shirt."

I had a bra on, but it wasn't padded. I was wearing a little one that was comfortable, but my tits swayed a little when I was moving about.

"Can they see my nipples now?" I asked. I wouldn't dare look at the two men for fear they'd think I was coming on to them.

He nodded affirmatively.

We were waiting for our food. Mike suggested, "Why don't you go to the ladies' room and take off your panties."

"I can't do that. Someone might see."

He said, "Doesn't the idea of men looking at your pussy turn you on?"

"Well, it does, but still ..."

He said, "There's a couple sitting over there and I'll bet the guy is looking at your legs."

I glanced up. There was a man with his wife and he was looking in our direction. Our table did not have a modesty screen, so there was no barrier between that man, the other two men and my bare legs.

Mike said, "I thought I just saw one of the two young guys adjust his dick in his pants. I'll bet he's getting a hard-on and it's uncomfortable."

"I don't believe you." I couldn't tell by glancing at the guy.

"Bend down and adjust your shoe. Let them see your titties."

I did it. I reached for my shoe, bending over in the direction of my supposed admirers, giving them a nice down-blouse view of my bra-covered tits.

"Take off your bra too." Mike suggested.

"My tits are too big for me to go without a bra."

He laughed and said, "Having tits as nice as yours is every reason to go without one. Your tits are so nice, it's criminal to not let other people see them."

I remembered, "People saw them at the beach."

He said, "When we went to the nude beach last year, you were so hot. The men were going crazy trying to decide whether to look at your tits or your pussy."

Maybe what he was saying was true. I try to keep in shape, but Mike acts like I'm some swimsuit model. I'm not.

"Go ahead." He encouraged, "Go to the ladies' room."

I did have to pee. Our food still hadn't arrived. I got up and walked past the men who supposedly were ogling me. I glanced back to see if they were watching me and one of the young men and the man with his wife were watching something. Maybe they were watching my ass wiggle or maybe they were just looking around.

I went into a stall in the ladies' room and peed. I reached between my legs to wipe and found that my pussy was warm from arousal. I touched myself. I sometimes do that. I touched my clit with my finger and I felt the heat and wetness in my pussy. I realized that I was getting aroused by my husband's vivid imagination. Was what he was saying true? Were those men looking at my body with lust on their minds?

My panties and shorts were at my knees. I pulled them down over my feet. I spread my legs far apart and looked down at the hair on my mound and saw the pink slit below. My fingers slid between the wet folds and I closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure of touching myself.

On an impulse, I pulled my shirt over my head and undid my bra. The thought of being naked with other people a few feet away was strangely erotic. I hung my clothes on the hook on the stall door and stood up. If I opened the door, whoever was out there would see me naked (except for my shoes). The possibility made me hot and I lifted one leg onto the toilet seat and then slid two fingers along my cunt. I bit my lip to be quiet while I masturbated myself in a public restroom. I wondered if anyone out there was aware of what I was doing. Other women were coming and going and I could see their feet in the adjoining stalls. Did they know I was naked? The thought was overwhelming and I could barely contain myself from moaning as I came.

I sat down, naked except for my shoes and my jewelry. I reached into my purse and found a little mirror I carried and looked at my pussy. My labia were still gaping open, swollen and pink from arousal. I spread myself open and looked into my vagina, then watched myself put two fingers in my hole. I felt the urge to piss again. I removed my fingers and watched the golden fluid pour out of me. I tasted myself on my fingers, amazed at how depraved I was acting. Mike's imagination had stirred-me-up once again.

I had been in the ladies' room for a while. I'd lost track of time. I decided to be bold for Mike. If he wanted me to act like a slut, why not? I didn't know any of the people in the restaurant. So what, if they were looking at my goodies. I put my blouse and shorts back on, but put my underwear in my purse.

I was slightly embarrassed looking at the other women in the rest room, wondering if they knew what I had been doing. I quickly washed my hands and returned to the restaurant.

I walked toward Mike, keeping my eyes straight ahead, aware that anyone who looked could see my tits bounce and the outline of my nipples on my thin white shirt. Mike certainly noticed.

I quickly sat down. Our food had been delivered and he was eating. I took a drink of iced-tea and focused on my dinner for a moment.

He asked, "What happened to your bra?"

I said, "It was too tight, so I took it off."

"Where is it?"

"It's in my purse with my panties."

He looked at me. His eyes were wide open in wonder and he had a big smile on his face. "Really?"

I said, "See for yourself." I turned toward his chair and pulled the gusset of my shorts to the side, revealing the hair on my mound and my swollen pussy lips.

I looked around. The two young men were eating, not paying attention to me. The couple was still there.

A seedy looking truck driver had perched at another table, adding to my potential audience.

"Want me to flash those men?"

He nodded.

I smiled and as I ate, let my legs drift apart. The gusset of my shorts was not pulled tightly into my crotch, so the shorts would sort-of gape-open as I moved my legs. I wasn't sure, but I was pretty sure they had a few glimpses of some of my public hair and maybe some of my dark pink folds. I don't shave my pussy and have a nice patch of curly hair down there.

"Are they looking?"

Mike said, "I think so." He coughed, loud enough to draw some attention to us. "Now they are."

I bent over to adjust my shoe again. I untied it. I'm sure I was giving a wonderful down-blouse view to my admirers. I made sure my blouse hung loosely and was not restricted by my legs. Then, I pulled my foot up onto the chair beside me and retied my shoe. Of course, my thighs were apart and I'm sure the two young men, the truck driver and the guy with his wife could see my pussy peeking out of my shorts. Mike was just watching me. I managed to touch myself, passing a finger over the soft flesh of my upper thigh. I looked to see if the men were watching me but couldn't tell. Were they looking at the window behind me? Were they seeing my pretty pussy?

I looked at Mike. He was adjusting his pants to accommodate his hard prick.

The two young men rose and left, smiling at me as they stood. I saw them looking at me, but kept my eyes focused on the food on my plate.

I ate for a bit, then Mike said, "You made those guys' day."

I laughed and asked him, "Do you want me to do more?"

He nodded, so I did it. I pulled the gusset of my shorts to the side and flashed my naked pussy at the truck driver and the man with his wife. My dark, hairy bush that contrasted with my white shorts and the smooth skin on my thighs. It was just a flash.

Mike was watching and said, "You are amazing."

I refocused on my food, a little embarrassed at what I had done.

I asked Mike, "Aren't you interested in what I was doing for so long in the ladies' room?"

"I wondered. I thought you were powdering your nose."

"I did more than powder it. I stripped naked in my stall and fingered myself."

He looked at me with pleasant surprise.

"That's right, I was buck-naked in a stall. If someone had opened the door, they would've found me with my fingers in my cunt."

"Did you come?"

I said, "Damned straight, I came. Do you know what I was thinking about?"

"No, tell me."

I often made-up erotic scenarios where I was with someone else. I could get Mike aroused with such imaginary tales.

"I was thinking about coming out here and fucking one of those men who you say are watching me. I'd take them out into the parking lot and make you watch one of them fuck me. Maybe I'd do all of them. The guy's wife could watch too. Maybe she'd suck your dick." Then I added, "Use your imagination."

Mike said, "I have such a hard-on. Let's go somewhere."

I knew what he wanted, but he was going to have to wait. It was my turn to make him use his imagination.

I said, "Finish your dinner first, while our friends get to look at me."

He finally put another bite of food in his mouth.

"I'm going to bend over in the convenience store again for you. Without my bra or panties, someone will get quite a show."

The couple finished eating and left. Mike and I finished our dinners and prepared to leave too.

Mike followed me into the convenience store. It was moderately crowded so there were a number of possible marks for my exhibition. I was a bit surprised to see that the truck driver from the restaurant had followed us (me). I walked by him while he was looking through the food items. I dropped a bag of chips on the floor, then bent at the waist to pick them up. I'm sure the gnarly man had a nice view of my shorts-covered pussy. Mike was watching and saw the guy staring at my ass. The guy couldn't see my slit, but he certainly saw my thighs and probably a little of my cunt hair. I did it again with another guy looking down my shirt. My tits were swaying as I picked up the bag of chips. I wondered if he had a good look at the pink tips of my breasts and it made me hotter.

Then Mike hustled us out of there.

"You're going to get picked up." He said.

"I'm so horny. You better satisfy me or I'll go visit that truck driver who was looking at my cunt."

We got to our car and I sat in the passenger seat. It was not dark yet. We were parked at the side of the lot where there were few other cars. Once in my seat, I lifted up and pulled off my shorts. I leaned back against the door.

I said, "You're the only one who gets to play with what you say all those men were looking at."

I pulled his head down into my lap and fed him my snatch. He had to contort himself to get at me. It was cumbersome and he was having trouble reaching the right spots. I got out of the car, bottomless and got in the back seat. My shirt was long enough to cover the top of my butt, but a few cars passing-by saw the bottom half of my ass. They probably didn't believe what they saw. Mike followed from the other side and joined me in the back seat. He knelt on the floor and put his face in my crotch.

"Eat my nasty cunt." I directed. "Think of all those men you say were looking at me. Imagine them sucking my pussy."

Mike's motor was running hot. He attacked my cunt. His tongue probed deep inside my vagina. His hands were all over me, caressing my thighs and my butt. He reached up and held my tits in his hands. I was coming all over his face. I couldn't help but release a bit of urine and he eagerly slurped-up everything I fed him.

He wanted to fuck me and I wanted it too. He sat on the seat and undid his pants. I straddled his lap, facing away from him and lowered my cunt onto his rigid cock. When his prick slig into me, it was the greatest feeling in the world. We were humping vigorously; the car was rocking and the windows were fogged. It was hot, so I pressed the button and the window came down, bathing us with a blast of fresh, cool air. I pulled my blouse over my head to get some of the breeze on my breasts. Mike put his hands on my chest and tweaked my nipples. I held his hands against my breasts and the his hands roamed all over my naked body. I loved it.

A young man walked by. He stopped and stared right at me, well, right at my tits. Having him watch me ride my husband's cock put me over the edge. I began to gasp and my body jerked as an orgasm washed over me. I looked right at the young man. He was rubbing his prick through his pants. I smiled at him as I came. He watched for a bit as I calmed down. Mike had come inside me. My orgasm was so powerful that I didn't realize that he had come until I realized that his spunk was pouring out of me. I put the window up. The show was over.

Mike said, "That was fantastic. You get so worked up when you tease other men."

I said, "It's just your imagination. I don't think men look at me like you say."

"Well, I do."

I said, "I'll bet I did things today that you never imagined."

He nodded and said, "We'd better get out of here."

I put my shirt on, but not my shorts. I climbed into the front seat, reclined the seat back and got comfortable. I put one leg against the console and the other against the door. My legs were spread with my crotch visible. I closed my eyes and as we pulled out onto the interstate.

I said, "I'm going to take a nap. There's a line of trucks up ahead. Drive up beside them and let them see my cunt."

By the time we got home, Mike's cock was revived and we did it again. Just screwing in our own bed.

Imagine that.