On a scalding hot afternoon Monica Gift felt mischief roll over her body like the sweat beading up on her. One of the hottest days of the summer she decided to go for a walk. Recalling the last time she walked through town after a Car Show it just sounded thrilling, even as she lost her bikini to devilish pranksters. That is until the Cops picked her up for streaking. Of course, said Cops had evil intentions of their own. She made an agreement with them that day that would rescue her every time she misbehaved. Ever since that bargain was struck she grew bolder and bolder, Bitch was invincible. Today she was going to create havoc.
Donning a hot pink spaghetti string bikini that barely hid her assets, by assets meaning her bulging cleavage. Ingeniously exposed allowed her areolas to easily be viewed if she so much as tugged the material, melons ripe for the picking. More flesh revealed than covered! Her bottoms concealed her silky smooth snatch but hovering low, just above her clitoral region. If she had pubes they would easily be seen. Thin strings tied loosely about her waist held them on but just barely. She hated the sensations of constriction, a simple bow tie sufficient. The string between her ass cheeks revealed 99% of her ass, a stunningly tight heart shaped ass at that, with just enough booty to jiggle as she walked.
Her only other attire being dark sunglasses, flipflops, and body jewelry consisting of a belly chain and ankle bracelets, in her hands her cellphone. A tiny bottle of baby oil which she had tucked beneath her bikini bottoms for safe keeping looked silly but did draw eyes to the area. Giggling about it as if she referred to it as her PUBEscence. It was light and just snug enough to ride along without falling out. Most of the time. Occasionally she did need to put her fingers down there to nudge it back in. Doing that around traffic if looked as if she were touching herself as she strolled. The bottle rubbing over her clit had a very erotic measure of success as well. Friction! So sexy!
Her parents were out of town to spend time together without Monica. Much needed for all parties. After her Mother almost discovering the incest between Monica and her Dad they had concocted an argument between them to create enough friction to throw Charlotte off the trail. It was difficult on everyone but the three of them had worked it out for now.
Her Dad still got the best of both worlds, even without Charlotte knowing the full truth. Monica got her Daddy anytime he asked her for it. Her Mother learning to overlook and embrace the unspoken intimacy between them, thinking it innocent enough when they did try and make up from squabbling. Not easy, but not impossible! Monica was glad to be her own woman today. This was a stress reliever. No school antics, no students growling over Jimmy Newton's getting the hot girls as per his deal in helping take yearbook photos. Not even any arguments out of Principal Knave Janson. So far! She had him by the balls so let him stress. This was Monica's private time. Today was all about her freedom.
Her journey started at her front door ten minutes ago. Heading down the street and turning east toward the business district where traffic was heavier. She enjoyed the sun on her flesh as she wiggled down the sidewalks, not many trees or bushes to hide behind so to speak. Cars were repeatedly slowing to wave, adding in some high volume wolf calls and sonic boom whistles. Most verbal abuse was sexual but there were a few cranky women pissed at the world. Whatever! Get plastic surgery! Better yet move!
Most people enjoyed the sight of a Playboy Playmate in waiting, while others seemed less sociable to her freedom. She ignored those folks as best she could, lusty guys generally defended her in her times of need. Not that Monica cared! What were they going to do, call the cops? Those that were nice she taunted and tortured hard. Light flashes, blown kisses, flicking tongue, spanking her own ass cheeks, they loved it all. Shaking her tits until prize nipples snuck out to say hi in all of their hitchhiking glory. A large portion of her voyeurs were greeted with a mischievous wink, she just as quickly covering herself with a feigning blush. She was hardly embarrassed. So much fun! Her fanbase was coming out of the woodwork.
As usual there were guys she knew from school driving around. Some would pull over and coax her to their cars, risky but rewarding. She would offer them chances to play with her tits as she knelt close. Guys going so far as to peel her cup from her breast and suck on her nipples. She loved it. They loved it more. The one thing she refused to do was join them in their car. Oh, but they begged. Not knowing many of them that would or could be a grievous mistake. Luckily there were so many voyeurs even if she was drug into a car her watchers would give pursuit and save her. That or help abuse her. It was better she avoided any ride along. Nope not today! Not yet at least! It really depended on who. Eventually, she left them wanting more and continued her bubbly stroll. Torture was her middle name. Monica Gift was a living legend.
Stoplights were noisy. Honks leading her to dance about waving. Her zest creating a frenzy of testosterone. Guys craved her. She craved guys. Just not yet. For now she just wanted to rile up the town. Boy was it working. Everywhere she walked the cars followed. Rats to the music of the Pied Piper. She was in no hurry either with no true destination. For a town about 12,000 strong it felt like 10% were keeping tabs on her. Lingering at a crosswalk she toyed with her bottoms. Untying one side of her bikini and parting the strings to offer a fully nude hip she purposely let her tiny bottle of oil fall to the curb. Squealing playfully she kneels to pick it up and lets her back string dangle between her crack. It was sexy as all get out. Guys were using their cellphone cameras to video her performance. Even guys in their sixty's. Horny old men were the best. Her flirtations kicking into overdrive just for their benefit. She made their day. They made Monica's.
As the light turned saying walk allowing her to cross she wiggled hard, toying with her strings without retying them. Her oil bottle was strategically relocated to her left bikini cup for safe keeping. Right in front of waiting cars she does a 360 on her heels and shows off. Tugging her bottoms up into her camel toe. Lips barely visible but begging for a tighter yank. More honks! More ravenous whistles! More encouragement to go streaking. Regretfully she tied her strings and continued on. After slapping her ass cheeks twice to stimulate the masses on the opposite corner she proceeded on.
"That's right My Hungry Hungry Hippos." She rubbed her hips as she strutted. "Soak it all up." Her grin was devilish, her mood just downright evil. She knew traffic was slowing up on purpose, gridlock imminent, just the kind of chaos she had hoped for. Moving casually onward she passed by storefronts, local businesses that truthfully did very little for the community, some barely staying above water. Places she had met good people in, stores she had played around to a resounding success. She wanted to expand though. Going into the same places was fine but she needed to show off everywhere, not just confine herself to the same old song and dance. Some exceptions might be made. Not many. Again...not today.
Stopping to eye herself in the glass storefront of a drugstore she observed the reflection of not only herself but of the cars passing by her. Stimulated by their casual drive by Monica tugs at her bottoms drawing them up between her thighs so that it looked as if she were totally bottomless. Bare ass to those looking. A lengthy dance for her own amusement, ass wiggling about almost a twerk. She could see reactions that ranged from jaws dropping to rubbed chins. Interest was brewing and she loved the expressions captured. A tilt of her chin on her shoulder she looked back at her audience with a seductive wink. They ate it up. With a beguiling smile she releases her bottoms and shakes her booty even harder. A two handed slap to both butt cheeks led her to continue her walk. She was wet as hell. Saliva was not doing much for their chins either.
Reaching the next street corner she had to wait on the stoplight. Cars from all four directions ignoring their chance to proceed onward, but unfortunately toots from cars behind them forced their gas pedal. As the light told her to walk she avoided the cars passing and began her stroll. At the center of the crosswalk she drops her lotion bottle on purpose and bends over to obtain it. In doing so she again untethers one side of her bottoms and lets it dangle. Remaining on yet displaying a full hip and thigh to their receptive gaze. Wolf calls filled the air with howls of predatory intent.
"Take it off." She hears a middle aged man in a pickup truck leering out his window, hand slapping the metal of his door to get her attention. She stood erect and pinched her remaining string holding her bottoms to her hip. Sticking her tongue out at him her other hand retrieved the already dangled string, holding it out at arms length just before untying the second string. Both strings were held out. Her patch tugged up into her pussy lips she began twisting in a 360 circle which gave all four directions a show. The words spoken were viciously sexy.
As further honking distracted her she pulled attempted to pull herself together by tying very loose bows then skipped to the curb, tits bouncing wildly, her eyes dancing with erotic decisions. It was safe to say every guy watching wanted her naked. Maybe! Not just yet. She wanted to torture them further. Cars were pulling into parking meters just to avoid traffic for a better view, something that rarely happened even on a weekend. The business weren't used to seeing the clustering vehicles. Sad though that business was still not coming in to shop.
