Saturday morning.
Ryan, Holden, and Shane had driven thirty miles south to the town of "Belltower", population 8,000. Here they escorted the beautiful Monica Leann Gift to show her off. They knew a few guys that went to school there and hoped to cash in on their surprise of Monica's openness.
At first just driving around to check the town out they discovered a large Park. There were lots of trees and a tiny lake within it. On one side were pavilions and to the other a children's playground.
"Groundskeepers. I see two big riding mowers cutting grass. You could lay out sunbathing until they get close enough to you. Then you could strip and let them notice you." Shane points out.
Monica in the back seat leered out the window for a better look of the surroundings.
"If I lay over there the trees will block the playgrounds. There's a bike path over there. Probably joggers too. I'll need you guys to keep watch so no kids see me."
Holden glances over his shoulder from the front seat beside Ryan, "We can separate and yell as needed."
"No yelling. Text me. It's quieter." She implores.
Finding a parking spot Ryan shuts his car off and the four of them get out. Ryan then steps to his trunk and unlocks it.
"Here's a blanket to lay on. Your bag with vibrator and dildo. Suntan lotion. Baby oil."
Monica lifts off her long white sun shirt and lets the world view her in her micro bikini. She wore the yellow one this time around. The gentle breeze perked her nipples taunt,
readily seen through the fabric.
"Shane? You go over by the tree line and keep an eye on kids. Holden watch the bike path over where it bends around the trees. Any bikers, kids, or joggers give her a heads up. I'll watch the street in case cops drive by."
Monica shivers then walks with her things out into a patch of sunlight that gave her plenty of room to be noticed. The rest of them sprinted into place to observe.
Laying her blanket out she sits down on it and lotions her body against the harsh rays of the sun. She waits awhile before removing her bikini top and lay there nipples peaking toward the sky. The thrill gave her goose bumps.
The nature around her was also stimulating. The sounds of the mowers. Birds singing in the trees. Dogs barking in the distance. Cars driving by on the street less than a block away. Her mind felt so much freedom. She longed for this kind of sensation since her mid teens. There was no turning back from her desires.
She reflects the last few weeks events in her mind as the sun deliciously warms her flesh.
Her decision to finally tempt friend Ryan and his two best friends that first night. Then, Ryan's Father "Brock" became her play toy. Stripping in school was her favorite thing to do. Each time she got away with something it just stoked her inner fires.
Yes, things escalated out of hand a number of times. Sexual things she wasn't prepared for at first. Then it became exciting. The hunger in boys eyes. The jealousy and respect of the girls in school who admired her for her boldness. Everything was going her way. To this point she had no objections nor made enemies due to her adventures. Surprisingly none of the kids at school were creating problems. She figured at least some of them were opposed to her freedoms. Kids raised to be religious. Those who chose to be more inclined to enjoy the same sex as they. Word was out there for certain of what she was doing. Yet nothing.
That part of things always bothered her. Why were people not retaliating?
The more she thought the less she was aware of her surroundings.
Her thoughts switched over to her pizza deliveries with the guys. Meeting Lisa and Michael. Her first time of touching another girl. It was awesome. It made her need more and more challenges.
Then the Football game party gave her shivers. She knew she was violated by the six men there. Yet, it was too erotic to ever consider being the wrong thing to do. The huge cocks she had inside her pussy made her wet even now.
With shivers she oils herself more, touching herself more delicately this time. Fingers even creeping beneath the front of her bottoms. Gliding across her clit for the thrill of it.
Thoughts continued, of her encounter with Her Father. That most certainly tested her bravery and her skills to please. Going all the way by days end with him in their own living room. He was magnificent as a sex partner. Every day since she was mesmerized by his sudden attraction to her. It was going both ways. Yet, ever since that night all she got out of him was a wink. He had returned to his job and faithfulness to his wife. Monica's mom none the wiser. knew the day would come when her Dad would strike again. She wanted that. For now though, life goes on.
She glances at her cellphone for messages. Only one text each recited "All clear."
Rolling over on to her stomach she bathed her back half. Not wanting tan lines she scanned about and decided to remove her bottoms. The tiny strings were easy to untie. Tugging them from her thighs she crumpled them up and lay them beside her top.
Monica was sunbathing in the nude.
People were alive today. Action on the street was a car every three minutes or less. People were jogging in the distance, men and women. Children made her uneasy in her freedom. Each time a child crossed her path she rolled herself up in her blanket until they were gone. So far so good.
A text pinged on her cell as she unwrapped herself and began kicking her legs at the knee without care.
Eying the text it was from Ryan.
"Cop car just cruised by. Looked right over at you and smiled. Lone driver. Want to give up before he rolls back by?"
She frowns, "Nooooooooooo! I'll take my chances."
"Okay. Keep you posted." He replied.
Her backside baking she again rolls over to lay on her back. Even with sunglasses on she closed her eyes against the brightness and again drifted off into thought.
This time her memories go back to the boys bathroom. Getting jazzed on by nearly twenty boys. The recollection of her body being coated and sticky gave her the shivers. She then remembered the party at Duncan's again and when they did the same. Cum on her flesh was something she grew to enjoy. Then, her Father shooting a load on her face in his SUV at the mall parking lot. She sighed and began touching herself with each remembrance creeping in.
The boys locker room came into mind. She loved showering with them and being touched all over. Sex with "Darius" on the locker room bench topping her off that day. The thrill of possibly being caught by their Coach. Yet, she managed to succeed.
So much had happened. She craved more.
She wondered when Ryan's Dad "Brock" would come through on his promise of taking her to a packed bar and letting her strip. The thoughts made her convulse on her blanket in the form of a horizontal dance. She was so ready for that.
Then, came the day she masturbated on the hammock in her back yard for all of the older neighbor men. How strange it felt to excite them at their ages. How far they were willing to help her. Not just by hauling her on the hammock out to the center of Elm Street and let traffic approach her as she played with herself. The big guy who stopped in his truck and observed her. So sexy. So hot.
The guys that day each offered her potential challenges. To come play in their job sites. The ideas were never ending. In her greedy nature she promised to fulfill every one of their offers. Every fantasy.
GOD SHE WAS HORNY.
Her cell pings again forcing her fingers from her clit to read it.
Holden had sent her a text telling her that a lone man on his bicycle was touring down the bike path just around the curve into the tree line. She bit her lower lip tenderly after reading the text and glanced toward the area of his arrival. She refused to cover up or hide. This guy was going to see her touching herself in full glory.
Turning on her blanket to face her legs in his direction she parted her knees and began masturbating. Anticipation fled quickly as the Man rolled around the blind spot. From the angle he rode unless he wasn't paying close attention there was no missing her.
Sure enough the Man slowed his bike and came to a full stop. Looking around to make certain he was the only one around he loitered there on the walkway.
Monica brought herself to a swift mini orgasm. She howled and moaned at the top of her lungs to give him a good show. The Man took time to bring out his concealed cell and vide her performance. He then hid his cell swiftly.
As Monica touched her entire body to escalate the sensitivity level the man chose to park his bike and once again look about him. He then stepped slowly in her direction.
"Some show there." He hoarsely complimented her.
Lifting only her head to glance at him she offered a faked look of surprise, "Oh shit. I didn't know you were watching me."
"Can't miss you out there in the sunlight like that. Spotlights on you." He chuckled and carefully removed his bike helmet to avoid looking like an idiot.
She sat up supported by her palms on the blanket. Her chest still heaving at her quick orgasm. Her areolas excited by the event.
"Wow! I hope you don't think I'm some pervert. This type of thing never happens around here." He blushes.
"I'm not hiding am I? If there's a pervert around here it must be me."
"I guess maybe we both are then. Safe to say you have an awesome body?"
"Thanks." She exhales grinning sheepishly.
"You always do this kind of thing?" He looks puzzled.
With one hand she raises her sunglasses to squint up at him, "I love being seen. Thanks for watching me."
"Any time. Nice tits by the way."
She opts to lift her right tit up and roll her tongue along her areola, "Glad you like them. You can touch them if you want to."
His eyes tremble at the prospect. Looking around him for prying eyes he quickly drops to his knees beside her and cautiously squeezes her tits under his biker gloves. He rapidly removes his gloves for a true contact.
"Soft. Playful." He whispers.
"Kiss them if you want to." She smiles at him hinting of her need through eye contact.
Yet another glance about he leans in and kisses her left nipple. Followed by a tender sucking. His hand still on the right breast.
After two minutes of nuzzling her nips he pulls away and sits back on the blanket next to her.
"Am I the first person to ever stop and talk to you like this?"
"So far. I plan on staying out here awhile. I hope more guys stop and talk. Touch. Kiss on. Who knows." She giggles.
"Who knows? Uhhh! How far would you go?"
"Condoms in my bag give you any ideas?" She sticks her tongue out at him.
His biker shorts tighten up rapidly at her words.
"Crazy. I don't think I could get up the nerve for sex out in public. Besides I don't know you." He regrets.
She nods with understanding, "No problem. I'm just really horny right now. I'm safe if that's your worry."
"I'm sure you are. How old are you?" He suddenly realizes she looked really young.
"Sixteen." She bats her eyes at him.
Panic crosses his face and he starts to jump up when she grabs his shirt.
"Calm down, I'm kidding. I turned eighteen a month ago. I'm legal. I can show you my I.D."
He passes with a held up palm, "That's okay. I'm sure you're every guys fantasy regardless. I need to get going. Nice meeting you."
She lets him go with a pout, "Bye."
The man sprints to his bike then hightails it out of there.
A ping on her cell broke her spell.
