In case you missed Chapter 1
Derek and Mariana were two coworkers who were flirty with each other. Mariana was finding attention by wearing progressively shorter and shorter skirts to work. One day, Derek dared her to wear an even shorter skirt and go shoe shopping with him. She agreed and ended up exposing her panties to a complete stranger as Derek watched on. Then he dared her to take it one step further and remove them altogether. Mariana agreed reluctantly and when the stranger and Derek peeked under her skirt, she had an orgasm! They made their way out of the mall, her getting increasingly aroused and her mind clouded. By the time they reached his car, she was running completely on autopilot. Time seemed to pass oddly and they found themselves at a nearby hotel. He took her upstairs and they had sex. And she wondered where this experience and her exposure were leading.
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"Do you trust me?" he whispered in my ear. He was directly behind me, holding me against him. His warm breath heated my ear. I nodded... unable to speak at that moment. I was feeling fear and arousal in equal quantities. The conflict was nearly torture. "Then close your eyes and let it go..."
We were outside in the woods, in broad daylight. No one was within view, but the place was one where people came and went. I looked back at him, giving him this questioning look. His expression was open and honest and full of barely contained lust. I shuddered to see the intensity. I nodded slightly again, turned my head away, and closed my eyes.
His hands reached under my skirt, grabbing my panties at the waist, and slowly, ever so slowly, tugged them down to the middle of my thighs...
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Let me start the story from a couple of days ago.
I found myself back at work in Derek's car. We had just returned from the mall (see Chapter 1). My eyes opened, and we were parked in the garage. He looked over at me, smiling. Wow, what an adventure that was. I had gone from being a mostly conservative woman to showing my pussy to a total stranger!
"Wow, you must have been exhausted. I did not expect you to take a little catnap in my car." Derek said.
I was confused. "That is weird, I do not remember falling asleep."
He laughed. "As soon as you got in the car and sat down, you were gone. I think you may have been sleeping before your ass hit the seat. Oh, speaking of which, I better give you these back."
He handed me the see-through panties I had bought at Victoria's Secret. They were soaked.
My mind was whirling. Did we really go to that hotel? Or, was it a dream? The images of his cock were so real, especially the way it slipped inside of me from behind.
"I think you were having some good dreams," he said, almost as if he were reading my mind. "You made some interesting noises."
"You mean, we didn't stop at the hotel?" I could not help myself from blurting out.
"Hotel? What hotel?"
He looked baffled. "Oh. The one I joked about. No, I do not think so."
"What do we do there, Mariana?" he asked with a grin that nearly split his face.
"We didn't get a room and..." I started.
He looked sharply at me. I was blushing before, but now my cheeks burned.
"And what, Mariana?" he asked. He was enjoying this.
"Um... nothing," I muttered. I could tell he was not buying it, but he did not ask again.
I needed to think. First things first, though: there was no way I could go back to work like this. I reached behind me to grab my bag. Looking inside, I saw my longer skirt. "Thank goodness," I thought.
We were in the parking garage; no one was around. He was staring at me as I took the skirt out.
"I better change", I said, making a little gesture with my finger.
He pretended not to understand.
"Turn around now, naughty boy," I said.
He shook his head and closed his eyes instead.
I looked suspiciously at his face. He had a very slight smile, but his eyes were tightly closed. I hesitated. Did I dare to do this?
I slipped my short little skirt off. The feeling of being bottomless just a couple of feet from him excited me. I spared a glance at his face; his eyes were still shut. I paused, savoring the feeling of my exposure so close to him. It was such a naughty feeling. In fact I could not help but run my finger quickly through my slit.
"Mmmm," I murmured. I looked back at his eyes. He had not peeked yet, but his slight smile had turned into a grin.
And then I pulled on my skirt, twisting my body a little in the car to get it back over my ass. Have you ever tried to get dressed in a sedan? It is not as easy as it looks. I had to shimmy this way and that, and lift myself off the seat to get the skirt on. The thought of him looking at me at that moment, with my pussy arched up in the air, nearly took my breath away.
I got it on, finally. When I looked up, his eyes were open again. "When did he do that?" I wondered. There was a mischievous look on his face, but I could not really tell.
I gave him a very fake dirty look. He shrugged his shoulders. He did not look at all chagrined.
"This should make him happy," I thought. The damp panties went into my bag with my short skirt.
His look was part surprise and part pure arousal. "Aren't you going to put them back on?" he asked.
"They're wet," I said smiling. I enjoyed surprising him.
And we went back into the building. He trailed behind me slightly, saying that we should go in separately. I thought that made sense. I have to admit that I swayed my hips just a little bit more knowing that he was looking at my ass. "Let him look," I thought.
Up the stairs, though, I wondered what he could see. He paused at the bottom of the stairwell as I continued up. I got to the top and looked back down. He was looking right up my skirt!
"Could he really see?" I thought. "I want him to see," came the follow-up thought, unbidden.
My own thoughts shocked me. It was all I could do to not lift my skirt up to give him a better view.
My hands strayed downward, feeling along my sides. Suddenly, his gaze became intent. I felt my waist, my hips, continuing until I reached the hemline of my skirt. Then I grabbed it and started to tug it ever so slightly up. Derek watched and I had the image of lifting the skirt up to show him everything. It was almost an irresistible desire.
But, I have to work here, so I hurried into the office before I decided that was a good idea. It was a close call, though!
As I went through the door, my mind was completely fogged in arousal. The cool air tickled my pussy walking down the hall. It was like a lover stroking me slowly. The few men I passed turned their heads as I went by. Was I giving off vibes? Were they staring at my ass through my skirt and seeing that I had no underwear on?
The walk turned into a strut. "Let them stare." I went to the kitchen to grab water, extending my walk. I received a couple more appreciative glances and the thought of those men went straight down ... there.
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Derek could not believe the day he just had. "Wow, that was the hottest thing I have ever done in my life!" he thought wistfully.
Sitting at the desk was exactly where he needed to be right now. His recent memory was making his dick hard, almost painfully erect. He was not exactly in any condition to be walking around.
Concentrating on work helped, but then he would have a flashback of the view up Mariana's skirt while the shoe store clerk and he stared at her bare pussy: instant, throbbing, painful erection. He rubbed it a bit and that feeling of needing to cum was becoming persistent.
After futilely trying to be productive for an hour, he grabbed a notebook, hiding his obvious erection as he made his way to the bathroom. Thankfully, no one else was in there. He locked himself in a stall. He unzipped his pants and released his cock, stroking it before it was even out.
Images from the day went through his mind. The pressure grew quickly. He pictured the exact moment Mariana's knees had opened and revealed her glistening, naked pussy. It was soaked. The situation was so blatantly naughty. Before he even had a chance to tear off a piece of toilet paper, he exploded. Cum went on his shirt, his boxers, and his pants. It shocked him how fast it had "come" on.
"Great." He laughed to himself and cleaned up as best as he could. He felt relieved and relaxed. The rest of the day was not entirely productive, but at least he was not completely frustrated. He left the office a happy man. He glanced at where Mariana sat, but she had already gone home. He could not wait to see where this thing between them went.
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I arrived home that evening, still without panties. All that pent up sexual energy seemed to leave me as the details of day-to-day living intruded. Still, I left them off, feeling myself get moist occasionally as I recalled going up the escalator, or walking through the shoe store, or the dream in the hotel.
The evening passed and I changed for bed. My husband gave me a kiss, and the lights went off. Honestly, I was exhausted and fell asleep almost immediately.
In my dream, I was lying on the bed in the hotel room, Derek was between my legs, kissing my inner thighs and slowly moving his way upward. I whined. I could not seem to feel him where I wanted him to be. The build-up was making me crazy.
His kisses circled my inner thighs. He pulled my knees outward and up, so that I was completely spread open. I felt vulnerable, exposed, and completely turned on. He was teasing me without mercy.
