Sauntering down the sidewalk, you love the looks passing strangers send as they pass. Tight white dress shirt clinging to your slender frame. The light cotton material is translucent enough to reveal the shape and size of your raised nipples to anyone who cares to look. As you strut through your gait, your high heels shape well-toned legs into modelesque pillars of sculpted beauty and prop your compact ass into taut perfection. The milky white flesh of those legs is wrapped in sheer black stockings. The only exposed pale flesh is where the stockings meet the bottom of the straps descending from under your hip length plaid skirt.
With each step, your petite ass is barely concealed by the swaying checkered fabric draped down from where it is wrapped around your waist. At least, it was concealed until a little gust of wind lifts your skirt in passing. Unlike Marylin, however, you make no attempt to hold it in place, even though there is nothing beneath it. Instead, you're content to allow the raising of your skirt to flash a view of the perfection that was hidden moments before. Smiling to yourself at the preview nature just shared, you find yourself waiting for someone to scoot up beside you. You even hope they might be willing to begin to play. You walk on, wondering if that teasing view of your ivory cheeks and pink pussy, just begging to be touched, is enough to draw some interest.
Your desire is not unmet for long, as a figure glides up behind you. From a position at your rear, a delicate hand on your hip stops your stride and holds you in place. With that hand, you are pulled back as person presses in close. As you feel firm breasts pinned against your back, you realize the delicate hand at your hip belongs to a woman. With you in her control, she slides her other hand along the top of your skirt, around your hip and down to your leg. Finding the innermost strap attached to your stocking, and with you showing no sign of resistance, she glides back up your inner thigh and beneath the red, green and black fabric. Fingertips slowly, gracefully caress your soft, tender skin as they work their way towards something even softer... and much, much wetter
The two of you are now lost with each other, but that doesn't remove you from plain sight, as she holds to you on the sidewalk. As you feel her nipples hardening, through her shirt, against your shoulders and her fingers beginning to explore your wetness, you are acutely aware of the eyes upon you. Some strangers look, then quickly move along their way embarrassed by the public spectacle. But with others, you can feel the hunger in the stares they focus upon you. Their gaze desperate to see how far things will go between you two.
Playing into the attention, as you are quite turned on by it, you reach down and find the hand upon your hip. You lace your fingers into hers and pry away her hand from your body. Meanwhile, with your other hand, you undo the middle buttons of your shirt, creating a gap in the center of the thin fabric. With the entrance open, you then guide her hand, intertwined with yours, under the white fabric and onto your breast. She responds to your unspoken request by squeezing the perfectly petite, perky tit in her grasp, while your fingers caress hers. As she loosens the grip upon your breast, you feel her thumb and forefinger pinch down about your nipple, twisting it left and right. A small moan of pleasure leaves your lips as the current of pain-induced pleasure spreads through your chest.
Sensing the rising arousal signified by your audible response, her fingers down below begin probing your juicy lips until the find the most sensitive bud of flesh. As she begins to manipulate you back and forth, you reach around behind you both and find her ass. You give it a hard squeeze as you begin to grind your ass into her pelvis. Matching to the rhythmic motion of her manual stimulation, you oscillate your hips so that bare flesh of your ass can press and rub against the warmth between her legs. Meeting your pressure, she begins to thrust her pelvis forward, and now its her turn to vocalize her enjoyment. However, you two are far from the only ones enjoying the moment.
From the homes around you, men and women now actively watch you through their windows. Some, slightly ashamed to be voyeurs, obstruct themselves as best they can behind curtains. Others are so engrossed in your display, they view openly with no attempt to hide. For all though, the forbidden access to the escalating intimate passion of the tableau on the street sparks their own desires. You open your eyes, breaking free of the pleasurable reverie in your body momentarily, to cast your gaze around the neighborhood. In doing so you see the looks of yearning on faces and lust in eyes. Furthermore, you notice that quite a few of the watching crowd have arms in motion, while hands remain out of sight.
You close your eyes and picture strong hands stroking hard cocks, ready to spurt, and delicate fingers playing in wet pussies, their owners' lust fueled by you. Spurred on by the voyeurs all around you getting off on your actions, you decide to give them a proper show. Spinning around in a deliberate manner, you take care to allow your new friend time and opportunity to reposition her arms as you turn. Doing so, she is able to not break contact with one hand still fondling your bosom, while the other steadily massages your clitoris. Completing your reversal, you grab the back of her head, press your lips against hers, and plunge your tongue deep into her mouth.
