My wife sat across from me in our hotel room. One leg was up over the armrest of a loveseat. Her skirt was open exposing her inner thighs and her pussy. She wasn't wearing any panties. Afternoon light poured through an open window.
She sipped on her drink and told me how she'd spent the afternoon wandering around the historic town, watching old men and young boys watching her. My cock was getting hard just looking up her skirt. When she talked about them seeing her, too, I felt precum oozing up to the tip of my boner and out the opening. I wanted to take it out and play with it. But I didn't want to distract her from her story.
"I didn't have any clean underwear, so I washed my panties in the hotel sink. I wanted to get some lunch, but my panties were all wet. So I decided not to wear any. It felt so good. The heat coming up off the stone pavers in the plaza warmed my pussy. And I just stood there for a while with my legs apart feeling the radiant stones heat me up from below. And then a breeze came up and it tickled my pussylips. I felt myself getting wet, and then cool as the wetness evaporated. I was in some kind of trance, like my consciousness was concentrated in my cunt. And then I saw these guys were staring at me. They were sitting outside the café across from the church."
"I sat down on the steps leading up to the church to fan myself and calm down. And they kept staring and talking with each other in low voices. Then I realized, of course, that they could see up my skirt. I felt my bare ass on the step with just the thin cloth between my butt and the warm stone. The breeze blew gently up between my legs. I thought about covering up or fleeing, but it turned me on. And I felt safe enough sitting on the steps of the church in a public plaza. So I pretended I didn't know what was going on."
"I got the guide book out of my purse and started reading it. Casually spreading my knees, I slowly gave them a better view. I had my sunglasses on so I could watch them watching me. They were only about a hundred feet away. One of them reached down and rubbed his crotch. It looked like he wasn't the only one at the table with a bulge in this pants."
"A group of boys were playing soccer and they stopped and stood in a circle and started chattering with each other. They tried to pretend that they weren't looking. But the ones facing me were definitely trying to see up into the shadow between my legs. They shuffled positions so that each could get a glimpse. And then they playfully jostled with each other to get another look, all the while pretending to chatter with each other."
"I felt my pussy getting wetter and warmer and expanding. It was incredible. I could feel the lips opening up like a flower in the warm breeze, like one of those time-lapse images of a flower in bloom. And I just sat there and felt this all happen as if it was happening in slow motion. But it was all happening so fast. I felt wanton. I wanted to touch my pussy so bad to see if it was really as wet as it felt, but I didn't dare. I didn't want them to know I knew."
I could see that telling the story now was having the same effect. Her pussylips were unfolding as she told the story and glistening with moisture. She ran her finger along them and opened them up to me and circled her clitoris languidly and then licked her fingers and continued her story.
"I had to do something, though I wanted to just stay there and watch them watching me. So I slowly and nonchalantly put the guidebook back in my bag, and acting as if I'd found a destination in the guidebook, I went up to the café patio beside the church. You know the one? It's slightly above the rest of the plaza. I got a table on the edge of the patio and ordered a drink."
"The men still glanced up at me from time to time. And the boys took turns checking me out. One even got hit in the head by the soccer ball because he was distracted. The others all laughed at him. I pretended not to notice. I took the newspaper out of my bag and started to read it. My legs were crossed. And I was moving my leg back and forth. I was getting turned on again and it was hard to concentrate on reading. So I just stopped reading and let myself fall into the feeling of slowly, surreptitiously masturbating in public."
