Of all the things that Sexgirl had already experimented with, the shark attack was the one that stuck in my mind the hardest. Or the best. Or the most... oh, I'm sure you get the picture. And it wasn't just for me, either – Mikey was absolutely rampant in the two days after we had acted out our new roles in the multi-storey car park. In fact it was after yet another wild sex session when the subject of the next 'outing' received some attention.
"So," Mikey managed, panting hard in the wake of the small tsunami he had unleashed deep within my belly, "Are you ready for another attack?"
I nodded, sweat dribbling into my left eye, "Ready and oh so very willing. And," I added with a grin, "I'm also ready to switch from the boob tube to the sun dress."
Mikey's eyes widened, partly out of surprise and partly, no doubt, out of anticipation, "You mean, you'll wear the little dress and just knickers underneath?"
"Yep. Skimpy ones at that."
"So, I get to dash up and rip off the dress and leave you-"
"Almost completely naked," I finished for him, "And I will be so terribly distraught, won't I?"
"Oh, princess, you are an absolute..."
"Slut?" I wriggled at the feel of a faint twitch inside me.
"That wasn't the word I was going to use," Mikey rotated his hips, "Because you'll look like such an unlucky, innocent victim..."
"I can tell there's a 'but' there, buster."
"Oh yes, princess. There's a 'but' – you'll look so innocent and unlucky, but we both know you'll be making those skimpy panties all wet with the excitement you'll be feeling to be exposed like that to a total stranger, right?"
I bucked my hips gently, "You really think I'll get that excited?"
"I do, princess, I do. Don't you?"
"Not me, buster..." I moaned as the stiffening inside me continued apace, "But I guarantee that Sexgirl will be in danger of climaxing on the spot."
The following morning we set off for the multi-story, content in the knowledge that we had practiced the routine more than enough times, and fresh from the memory of the look on the stranger's face earlier in the week – good ol' Sam. I was dressed (if that's the right word') in a doctored sun-dress over the sheerest white lace knickers I possessed, and not a stitch else. Mikey was in shorts and a t-shirt, with the hooded sweatshirt that would be his initial disguise as my shark attacker laid over the back of the driving seat. We were both also wearing a thin sheen of sweat.
After we parked on the fifth floor and had made our way down to the first where we would try to repeat our success of a few days before, I was as jumpy and edgy as ever, and everything felt just like the first time all over again. Maybe it was the fact that it was a brand new stranger who would get to see my predicament, or maybe it was the thought of being left in such a public place in no more than the tiny panties that were clinging to me... but I was almost quivering with anticipation. I had already discovered that less is more, but it was getting to the point where nothing was almost enough!
The wait for a suitable 'victim' seemed to last forever – certainly far longer than when we had targeted Sam – and with every minute that passed, my self-control levels seemed to diminish. By the time Mikey gave me a frantic 'now' gesture, I was half-tempted to start playing right there and then – and such was my distraction that it took me a few seconds before I realised that the game was starting for real.
I looked up to see a guy picking up a raft of carrier bags having just got out of the lift. He was a lot like Sam had been – middle-aged, burdened down, and seemingly oblivious to the woman in the sundress who had just started to walk towards him. And equally oblivious to the man who started to shadow his movements from behind.
My heart began to pound – loud enough that I imagined the stranger hearing it across the car park's expanse of concrete, and expanse that began to rapidly dwindle. As the gap between us closed, I became hyper-aware of what was about to happen, how Mikey would, in his guise as a random attacker, rip away my sundress and leave me exposed to this stranger. How my nerves would fire and my panties become even wetter with excitement. How the man would look at my exposed breasts and how the hunger would fire in his eyes... I started to tremble and the faintest flash of fear swept through me.
Hindsight is, they say, the only true form of twenty-twenty vision, so perhaps my knowledge now is clouding my memories, but that truly felt like the first time the games Mikey and me had been playing were in any way dangerous. That flash of fear settled in me as I stepped towards the stranger and Mikey hovering behind him, but I put it down to the unknown effect of being quite so exposed in such a location...
Any thought I might have had of aborting the game was pushed from my mind as my excitement rose to the surface, my heart hammering as the gap was reduced to just a few feet before Mikey finally stepped around the stranger and lunged for me.
We'd rehearsed the move more times than I could count, but it just goes to show that practice makes perfect. Or perhaps an element of that fear remained. Either way, when Mikey's hand grabbed the front of the dress and ripped it from my body I was left feeling shocked and so completely exposed. There was no rehearsal behind the way I froze on the spot, staring down at my naked breasts and beyond. Mikey tells me I squealed but I can't remember that bit – or his mad dash for the stairs.
The next thing I do remember is the guy's bags pooling around my feet as he slipped off the lightweight jacket he was wearing.
"Honey? Hey, angel? Take this. Want me to go after him?"
The spell broke and I slapped my hands over my exposed breasts. Another look down at my panties – a look mirrored on the stranger's face – and I quickly shifted one hand down to cover my groin, the feeling of exposure ramped up to the maximum. The proffered jacket was still hanging from the guy's hand, but now I was acutely aware that to take it would mean exposing something of myself once again – and to my shock, and mounting horror, I realised I didn't want to.
"No! That is..." I took a deep breath, "That is... stay, but... could you just... just drop the jacket and turn away?" I glanced at the doorway, praying that Mikey had stripped out of the hoodie and was witnessing my discomfort – that he would come and rescue me. When the guy gave a slow nod, I started to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Well sure, honey, but... um..."
The hesitation in his voice set off a thousand alarm bells, "Please?"
"Look, just take the jacket, honey, okay? Call it... fair rental."
I had been getting used to the loss of control in these weird situations, but this was a step further than I'd gone before. Mikey was close, but not nearly close enough, and although this middle-aged guy would be no match for me if I chose to run – or even if I chose to fight – this was still a situation where I felt incredibly exposed. I looked into his eyes and saw a pure, desperate hunger there, and the quick lick of the lips that he made sent a shiver up my spine. Under my right hand I could feel they hardness of my left nipple and the bare flesh felt more naked, somehow, than ever before. The fingers of my left hand were all that stood between this guys eyes and the heat and, it's true, moisture of my nearly naked pussy. Any reply I was about to make dried in my throat as a feeling close to helplessness washed over me.
"Honey? Come on, okay? Just take the jacket and... and we'll... and I mean, I'll help you out of here, okay?"
I tried to reply once more, tried to say that it was not okay at all, that he was asking me to bare myself to him, and that I really wasn't prepared to do that... any more... that I wanted to get this while thing called-
