You enjoy the way you are turning men on. You know the reaction they have to you, their cocks slowly hardening as you tease them with your body. In the middle of the park, you are turning heads and causing hard-ons. You can feel your upper thighs rubbing against each other as you stroll sexily down the concrete walkway toward the bench that will give the most people the best view of your private area.
You prepared yourself all day for this moment picking out the perfect short chiffon skirt, the right colored nylons, the perfect thin shirt that would wrap itself around the sides of your tits while allowing them to sway back and forth unfettered. Your heels are 4 inches high, causing pain to your feet but also lifting your ass cheeks to a perfect moon shape. Your hair is down, blowing in the wind, whipping around your neck and face. The make-up you applied is meticulous. The lipstick is a bright gloss red that frames your mouth. Your eye shadow is not too dark, not too light. The rouge adds just the right amount of color to your cheeks.
Before the make-up you had taken a shower and prepared your mons just right. The razor had removed all traces of hair from around your luscious cunt lips and trimmed the excess from your lower belly. When you tried on the skirt you could see the outline of your patch through the thin cloth. Your legs were silky smooth and oiled just enough to allow your nylons to slide up and down.
As you approach the bench you notice three men sitting on the benches that face it. One man has been there before. He knows your routine, knows your show, and he smiles and waves as you pass. He was here last Thursday as well. Did he return hoping you'd be there, or is he someone who has read your blog on the Internet? You hope he is a reader.
When you reach the bench you bend slightly at the waist, your skirt sliding dangerously close to the bottom of your asscheeks, and clean the dust from the wooden slats. You turn around and straighten your skirt as you sit. The slats of the bench are cold against your upper thighs above the nylons. You cross your legs very lady-like even though the length of the skirt clearly reveals the top of the stockings on the sides of your thighs.
Reaching into your bag you extract the sunglasses and printed erotic stories that you brought along. The glasses are a clever way of watching your audience without their knowledge, the stories are to turn you on and heighten the excitement of exhibiting yourself to these strangers.
The first story is one of Bondage and domination. The woman is tied and exhibited against her will. You can feel your juices begin to flow as you read the sexually explicit words describing how she is humiliated. Your hips move slightly and a tingle begins between your legs. Your thighs have a mind of their own and begin to rub against one another to stimulate your clit.
You look up, now five men are seated around you and another is leaning against a tree with a view of your position.
The second story is a lesbian account, something you have enjoyed many times over. You can feel the woman's lips and tongue inside you exactly as the author is describing in their account. Your hand moves to your lap and a little pressure is applied to your lower abdomen as the scenes unfold. Your imagination puts you between the woman's spread thighs, your tongue lapping thirstily at the woman's orgasmic fluids. You press harder against your mons and the tingling between your legs grows in intensity. Without looking up you know that the men can tell you are sexually excited, you imagine how they would like to help you relieve the pressure in your cunt.
