Michele Wears Her Collar in Public

It's been a very long time since my first story, but I've had a couple more swirling around for some time. Shout-out to Pavlov for encouraging me to get back into it.

This story involves my long-distance girlfriend Michele, and I, as we continue to explore her boundaries and fantasies, as we did in my first story, Michele's New Collar, which you may enjoy reading first, but that is up to you.

Routine and monotony can be relationship killers. Vanilla sex with someone you're with all the time can be comforting and fulfilling, but it can leave you longing for the fire and passion of the unknown. Luckily for me, the excitement of the unknown and the uniqueness of every encounter is what drives Michele and I. College sweethearts, reconnected in our 40's after divorces for each of us, we were now deeply involved in an intense relationship, as we constantly strived to make up for lost time, not only romantically, but especially sexually. The fact that we lived in adjoining states, each with jobs and our own kids, both helped and hindered us in this endeavor. Hindered for obvious reasons. Our distance and obligations meant that we saw each other at most once a month for a weekend, often meeting each other halfway in a hotel or a B&B. But the circumstances also provided a huge spark for us. Because our sexual encounters are few and far between, we go all out whenever we are together, making each time spicier than the last, and we spend the time in between trying to plan out our next adventure, often while sending dirty texts or getting ourselves off during a heated FaceTime chat.

We had had a good run of taking turns driving up to each other's house for the weekend, leaving at least one of us well rested. But for our next date night we decided to meet halfway at a fancy hotel that sat right on the edge of a gorgeous lake. The reservation was made and all the details ironed out. Off I went on my 3-hour journey, full of nervous energy but also eager anticipation.

Michele and I always end up having innovative and wild sexual encounters every time we get together. I knew the weekend would take us where it would. We often discuss things we want to try and explore, fantasies and scenarios, but we also like our time together to be organic, so we don't plan it out too strictly. The fun is in seeing what surprises pop up, although whenever we meet we always end up fucking immediately to take the edge off and kick-start the weekend. After all, it's usually been a month or more since we've seen each other and we always deny ourselves orgasms for a week prior to our meet-ups.

Pulling into the hotel parking lot I get a text from Michele. She beat me there and is in the room where I know she will be ready for me. As I walk through the lobby I feel my cock begin to stir, as I know it will be in use within minutes. I reach the room and see that the door has been left ajar, so I quietly enter and lock the door behind me.

The room is dimly lit, but Michele shines through it, stretched out provocatively on the bed, delicate white camisole covering her luscious body, long, blonde hair across the pillow. I'm confident she's not wearing panties. I can see the light-pink nipples of her small, firm breasts strain against the fabric. We eye each other lustfully as she speaks first...

"Hey, lover."

"Hey, baby."

"Come get me."

I pull off everything down to my boxer briefs as I cross the room to Michele. She lays back as I gently cover her with my body. We kiss passionately as my cock, now fully erect, throbs against her leg. We run hands and fingers over each other for a couple minutes until she gently pushes me off of her and I stand before the bed. Michele sits up and swings her legs off the bed to sit in front of me and hastily uncovers my cock. She licks her lips as she leans forward and envelops me. It's been so long, her mouth feels so good, I can barely see straight at this point.

Michele knows what an amazing cocksucker she is, knows how worked up I am. She takes a few more deep slurps and stops as she looks up at me.

"I need you inside me, now."

"Let me pleasure you first."

"I said, now."

She lays back on the bed, pulling up her camisole, no panties of course, and spreads her legs. Already her thighs glisten with wetness from her soaked pussy. I step forward and push her thighs even farther apart. She reaches out to grab my cock and lines it up with her pussy. I slowly but firmly slide into Michele to the hilt as we both let out a deep, low moan. I hold myself still inside her. She loves to feel me pulsate in anticipation.

I begin my slow, methodical thrusts, kissing her lips and neck as Michele grips me tight. We both know I can't keep this up in my state of arousal, so Michele takes mercy on me and looks me in the eyes.

"Give me your load deep inside me Kurt, I need to feel it."

That's all the encouragement I need as I give a final thrust and ejaculate into Michele's warm pussy as deep as I can. It feels exquisite, my sight blurring and I feel dizzy, like my whole body is cumming. I collapse onto Michele as I try to catch my breath. She gently strokes my back.

Realizing that Michele hasn't cum yet, I slide down between her legs, still spread wide. Her pussy is still soaked and dilated, and now leaks a huge load of cum from it, dripping down to her asshole. Not caring about that, I dive in with my tongue, focusing on her clit. Her eyes immediately roll back in her head as she grips my scalp and pulls me deeper into her. Michele's moans rapidly increase until they suddenly go silent, a sure sign she is about to cum. I continue my assault on her clit as she explodes, a guttural moan as her body goes limp.

I crawl up beside her and we lay in bed for a half hour, decompressing and enjoying being together. We barely speak. When we get our senses back we talk and laugh and reconnect till it seems we were never apart.

Over the past couple of years our sexual relationship has soared to new heights. Nothing seems off the table and we are both eager to hear and fulfill each other's urges and fantasies. Michele taught herself to squirt, which we take full advantage of. I recall the night she called me up squealing with delight at her success at making her pussy gush while laying naked on the hardwood floor of her hallway outside her bedroom, afraid to soak her bed or carpet. We've experimented with anal play, my biggest fetish, also some watersports. Lately Michele explored her bisexual side when we brought home another woman whom we both shared, as you may have read about in my first story. Everything we try we find immense pleasure in, nothing has disappointed so far. It makes us want to find new things, to push our boundaries further.

The thing Michele has been thinking more and more about lately has been exhibitionism. She seems to find a thrill when we fool around within eye or earshot of others. On the rare occasion that she is somehow exposed, her embarrassment seems to only increase her arousal. I've asked her if she'd like to be watched by strangers or put on display. She hasn't fully said yes, but I can tell she's intrigued by the idea, and when we role-play this kind of thing during sex, she cums even harder than usual, so I'm optimistic this could be our new thing. I decided to be on the lookout for opportunities on this visit.

Anyway, the day was getting away from us due to our late arrival so we decided to get out of the hotel and explore a bit. Michele stepped into the bathroom to freshen up while I found my clothes and got dressed. In our haste to get at each other I hadn't had a chance to look around our room. Glancing over to the desk in the room I spot Michele's collar. It's a black, studded dog collar on a long silver chain that we had purchased at a pet store on our last visit together. (You really should read my last story.) Michele had laid it out in a presentation clearly meant for me to notice it. While we had bought it on our last trip together, and had some fun with the salesgirl who sold it to us, we had yet to take the collar for a spin out in public. I decided instantly that now was our chance.

I picked up the collar and held it in my left hand, the middle of the chain dangling from my right. Michele emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a lovely flowered summer dress. I'd bet my life she had nothing on underneath. She looked to me standing in the middle of the room with a grin, gazed down to my hands holding the collar, and I swear I saw her knees buckle. She composed herself, smiling sweetly, yet knowingly. Gliding across the room to me, and saying nothing, she turned her back to me, knelt on the ground and gathered her long, blonde hair in her hands and put it in a ponytail with the scrunchie that was around her wrist. She pulled her ponytail to the side and held it up, obediently exposing her neck to me to receive the collar. I reached down and fastened her collar in place, then helped her to her feet, turned her around and kissed her passionately.

"Are you ready to be my good girl?"

"Yes, Daddy."

So out the door we go, me a step ahead of Michele, holding the leash that draped upwards to Michele's studded collar, down the hall, down the elevator and into the lobby. There were a couple people in the lobby, but nobody really noticed us. So far, so good, I thought to myself. Of course we then have to pass right by the front desk and Michele and I both lock eyes with the clerk working the desk. She's a cute brunette, about all I notice given the situation. A look of shock flashes across her face for an instant, and then a wry smile. We turn our heads straight ahead and keep moving. I can feel the nervousness radiating off of Michele, and believe me, it's a two-way street. I may not have been the one wearing the collar, but I'm the one holding the chain. This kind of thing is new to both of us and it's scary. What will people think? What will they say? What if someone confronts us? Yikes. But I can also feel an underlying excitement emanating from Michele. It steels me, and we keep moving forward.

The hotel sits on a small lake, a beautiful setting. The sun is going down, so it dusk as we emerge out the sliding glass doors out the back of the hotel and down the path along the waterfront. Normally we'd be holding hands, which we always do when we go out, but tonight the obvious move is for me to just hold Michele's leash. She looks radiant, btw, gorgeous in her summer dress and long blond ponytail, shockingly contrasted by the studded black collar around her lithe neck.

We continue down the path along the water, occasionally passing a person or a couple out for a walk or jog. Not everyone takes note of us, but the ones who do first notice the shiny silver chain dangling between us and quickly their eyes follow it up to Michele's neck. For the most part, as soon as it registers to them what is going on, we are past them and moving on. Michele squeezes my arm each time we pass someone, indicating she is okay and enjoying this. Eventually we happen upon what appears to be a small local festival of sorts.

It was one of those craft fair-type of things. Rows of booths with vendors, selling art, fruit, veggies and trinkets, the kind of thing every town has in the summer. As the hour was getting late and dusk was falling heavily, the fair was sparse of visitors and the vendors were mostly occupied cleaning and packing up for the night. We strolled about for a while, a few people noticing Michele's collar, but nobody said anything or bothered us. Michele seemed to be relaxing, embracing her exhibitionism. It almost felt like we were forgetting the collar altogether. Of course, that's not the point of the collar, or exhibitionism in general. It's to fully feel the thrill of being watched and putting yourself on display for others to see. I started to feel like the stakes need to be raised a bit. But I put a pin in that thought.

Meanwhile, we happened upon a booth selling beautiful crafts made of different kinds of wood, like cutting boards and bowls and the like. The artwork really caught Michele's eye, she loves that kind of stuff, housewares and such that you can't just buy in the store. The booth was run by a couple that appeared to be in their early- forties, a man of average height and looks, and a cute redhead, also dressed in a summer dress like the one Michele was wearing. They were busy closing down the booth for the evening, but they took time to chat with us and answer Michele's questions about their work. You would expect them to be kind of hippie-ish, given they are artists, but they just seemed like ordinary people, both funny and engaging, the redhead eliciting giggles from Michele a couple times. Eventually the woman, who introduced herself and her husband as Sarah and Ray, inquired to Michele about the collar and chain.

"So whose idea is the collar, yours or your boyfriend's?"

"It was his, this is Kurt, by the way, and I'm Michele, but I really like it."

"Do you wear it out often? I'm fascinated by it. I think I would be too self-conscious to try something like that, but it's really sexy."

"Thanks, I feel sexy in it, but also very nervous and exposed. It's our first time going out in public like this."

"Well I admire you two for the boldness. We also like to be adventurous, so maybe we'll try out a collar and chain too sometime. Thanks for putting the idea in my head."

"Haha, well, I really recommend it! Have a good night."

The conversation came to a logical ending point so we left them to it and continued on our way. By now it was completely dark so we decided to head back to the hotel. We walked along the water, discussing our venture out on the town and decided the experiment was a success.

"Did you feel more at ease the longer we were out, babe?"

"I did. At times I almost forget I am wearing it, but the weight of the chain and the way the collar squeezes my neck makes it hard to ignore, and keeps me aroused the whole time, even now. And I loved talking about it with Sarah and her husband. She was sexy, don't you think?"

"She definitely was, and it was obvious you two took a liking to each other. I half wondered if it might lead to something, although that's a far-fetched idea, even though it happened with that girl at the pet shop. And another guy being there would have opened up a whole new can of worms."

"Yeah, I'm not sure either of us are ready for that, or even want that. Be that as it may, I'm glad of the way it went. Who knows, maybe we'll see them again before we leave."

We continued along the lake, now away from the lights of the festival, one of my hands holding Michele's leash, the other holding her hand. I was still feeling worked up from our chat and how beautiful and sexy Michele looked in the moonlight. She was silent for a while, but I assumed she was considering her chat with Sarah or thinking about her outing with the collar. I wondered silently to myself if she had been hoping for more of a thrill tonight.

I stopped her along a railing near the pier and pulled her close. She looked lovingly into my eyes as we both went in for a kiss, which turned into a passionate make-out session. I ran my hands up and down her body, feeling her curves under her dress, unencumbered by anything under it. In a flash of inspiration and arousal, I reached around Michele and unbuttoned the back of her dress. She seemed cool with it, then a flash of uneasiness crossed her face when I assume it dawned on her that she was about to be naked out in the cool night air. Her nervousness was replaced with a mischievous smirk as she lowered her arms to her sides and let the pretty summer dress slink off her shoulders and fall gently down her hips to the ground.

I gazed at her nakedness, accentuated by her collar and stiffening nipples in the gentle breeze, her nipples far from the only thing stiffening. Without losing eye contact with me, Michele sank to her knees on the soft pile of her dress and began unbuckling my belt. Leaving my pants up around my waist, she fished out my cock, leaving her as the only one exposed, as my cock would be hidden by her head should anyone happen by.

Michele began with my balls, bathing them with her tongue. Her warm saliva felt exquisite, as did the cool evening air on whichever wet ball was unattended whilst she suckled on the other. Eventually she took my throbbing erection in her mouth and began licking and sucking on the tip. It was then that I had another idea. I took the leash, of course still attached to her collar, and put it between my legs, grabbing it from underneath and pulling it up behind my ass, holding it around the back loop of my belt. When she went back to sliding her mouth up and down my shaft, I found I could control her by pulling the leash taut. I began pulling her deep onto my cock and holding her there, watching her struggle a bit to not choke, and trying to relax and breathe through her nose. Her struggling this way always drove her and I both crazy. I knew her pussy must be soaked already, not only from the choking but also from being naked and exposed.

We continued this fun for a couple minutes, I making sure to control her speed so as not to come yet. I wasn't sure if I wanted to finish out here like this. So I just leaned back on the railing and closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. I am never happier as I am when I am in Michele's mouth. Eventually I opened my eyes and gazed around. I was shocked to see two figures walking our way, so shocked that I almost lost my erection, but Michele's sucking kept me going. They had snuck up on me with my eyes closed, so I had no chance to cover either of us up or even alert Michele. I made the quick decision to just say fuck it and see what happens.

As the couple reached us through the darkness and I could focus on them, I realized it was Sarah and Ray, I assumed walking home from the festival. Or maybe they had followed us, who knows. At that point it really didn't matter. Michele's naked ass and back was to them so she hadn't heard them approach, but she would hear them in a second and be startled, and I didn't want to ruin whatever might happen next, so I tightened my grip on the leash and pulled her into a deep throating of my cock and held her there. It was then that Sarah spoke.

"Hey you two! I hope we're not interrupting!"

The question snapped Michele out of her sexual stupor, and she shook with a start. In hindsight I was lucky she didn't bite my dick off, haha. She tried to back off and get up but I held her tight on my cock until she just froze there, unsure of what to do next. I wasn't sure what to do next either, so I just tried to act natural.

"Hey guys, um, not at all, we just kind of got carried away. Sorry about this."

"Oh, don't be sorry, this is amazing. You two are our heroes. I've never seen anything like this before. Please don't stop."

That seemed like as good an idea as any to me, and as I glanced down at Michele, she didn't seem to be panicking at all. If anything, her mouth seemed to be relaxing around my cock. I decided to let a little slack in the leash and see how she responded. To my surprise, she resumed gently sucking me. This seemed to be going as well as possible. And that's when it got even better. Sarah and Ray began watching, each more mesmerized than the other. While they had begun behind Michele, all they could really see was her naked back and gorgeous ass, and the back of her head bobbing against me. They casually slid to the side so they could both see her gliding along the length of my cock. I got even harder when Sarah and I made eye contact.

After a minute or so, Sarah leaned in and whispered something to Ray. He immediately turned and went to sit on a bench a few feet from us. Sarah then turned back to us and seemed to steel herself as she cleared her throat.