As Mark got back in the car, I leaned over and placed my wet fingers against his mouth, letting him know how naughty I had been. I wanted to tease this man desperately and did so by running my tongue along his ear and sucking on his earlobe. Hearing his low moans, I slipped my hand down to his crotch, squeezing his right thigh and slowly gliding my hand along his now hard cock. Mark is average in length, as I mentioned to you, but much thicker than my husband or previous lovers. I was looking forward to feeling this hot hardness inside me, so I teased and tortured him all the way to his place.
Soon we pulled into a gated high-rise community of condominiums. We had to pass through a manned guard station to get in. I decided to just sit tight, my dress open and clearly showing my naked front. I grabbed Mark's hand and placed it on my thigh, and asked him to drive slowly by the black, uniformed guard who was standing outside the enclosure. I was completely thrown off when Mark stopped the car to speak to the guard. He said he wanted to tell him about a planned poker game the following weekend, and wanted to know how he could secure several temporary parking permits for his guests.
I started to pull my dress closed, but Mark told me to drop my hands to the side, which I did. He reopened my dress fully exposing my breasts and pussy to the guard. I looked down to see that my nipples were totally erect and my lips were again fully engorged and protruding noticeably. Both men had a clear view. I must have been scarlet with embarrassment as I sat there naked while two fully dressed men discussed parking permits.
Mark, being the gentleman that he is, introduced me to Anthony before continuing their discussion. After saying hello, I just sat there, mortified and trembling with arousal. I had never been in such a situation before: sitting naked and totally exposed in front of a stranger while two dressed men held a normal conversation. As the conversation came to an end, I looked up to see Anthony staring me and listening to Mark at the same time. Mark offered Anthony a closer view of me and told him to walk to the passenger side of the car. Mark rolled my window down as Anthony walked around the car. I looked over at Mark with a look of, "Are you insane?" He just smiled and leaned over to kiss me on the lips.
Then Anthony was standing next to my door ogling me intently as Mark chatted about how nice I looked. He asked Anthony if he thought I was "tight." Anthony responded with a definite, "Yes," while putting his hands on the top of the door and leaning in to get a true close up view of me. Mark flicked on the overhead light and reached over to pinch my extended nipples. He asked me (actually he told me) to spread my legs farther apart to give Anthony a better look at my very moist pussy. Being eye level with Anthony's crotch, I could clearly see that he was aroused. Mark could see what I saw, but fortunately -- or unfortunately -- Mark had other ideas. He told Anthony that if he could get off (pardon the pun) from work the night of the poker game he was more than welcome to attend. We pulled away with Mark's finger rubbing my cunt, and headed toward the parking garage. The wetness his finger found had to confirm for Mark how exciting this weird encounter had been for me.
When we pulled into Mark's reserved space he leaned over to kiss me again. He spoke softly, telling me how thankful he was that I had chosen him in Wegmann's as a target for my exhibitionism. He was especially pleased that I had called him that afternoon. We kissed some more and realized that the pizza was probably cold by now. We laughed it off as a price paid for being so naughty in public.
He helped me climb out of the low slung car, a pleasant surprise since most men no longer do that for a woman. As he lifted the pizza and wine from the back seat, I started to pull my dress together to tie it closed. Mark stopped me with a look and told me he would prefer me to leave it open as we walked through the underground garage to the elevators. As we stood waiting for the next elevator to descend to our level, I asked Mark what he thought of my naughty behavior and willingness to be so open in public. He said that he had never met anyone so carefree and sexually stimulating as me, but that he had read or heard about women, and men, who enjoyed showing off and teasing in public.
The elevator dinged its arrival and Mark and I readied to enter. But we had to hesitate because a young woman was coming out. I stood there with a bottle of wine in each hand, my dress open enough to show the right half of my body naked from throat to toes: my breast with its hard nipple, and farther down the trimmed hair of my pussy, my hip, and my whole leg. Startled by my semi-nudity, she stopped in the doorway staring at me. Mark grabbed the door before it slammed back into her.
It was quite obvious to me, by the way she looked and behaved, that she had enjoyed some sexual activity herself. She took two steps forward and while looking me in the eye said something about how it looked like I kept myself in shape. Then, while we were still gathering out wits she wished us a great night and walked past us. Mark said thanks and we stepped into the elevator.
I smiled at Mark, and with a slight laugh, set the wine bottles down. Standing back up, I shrugged the dress off my shoulders and let it fall, puddling at my feet. After letting him drink in my total nakedness, I picked it up and laid it over his arm. I knelt to retrieve the bottles and stood there wearing only heels as the elevator continued its ascent to his floor. I was disappointed that we completed the trip without a stop. I think I had gotten to that place where you begin to crave more exposure, more naked displays.
Mark led me down the hallway to his door. Again no one stepped out, darn it. Inside, we placed the food and wine in the kitchen. He opened a bottle and poured us each a glass of wine. Then we each grabbed a slice of pizza and Mark led me out onto the terrace to see the city below.
Susan, I hope you can picture me holding a glass of wine in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other, stark naked, standing on an 11th floor terrace for all to see. Mark, well, he was still dressed and eating his pizza while enjoying the "views." I actually liked the fact he was still dressed and I was naked. It seemed to emphasize my nudity, and it made me feel that at that particular moment it was all about me and my desires. I was his focal point, his property, his sex toy.
We finished our wine and pizza. Mark excused himself, leaving me alone on the terrace to enjoy the quiet moment while he refilled our glasses. From what I could see, most of his neighbors were either out or watching me in the dark, lol. As I leaned against the railing the coldness of the metal caused my nipples to perk up again. With my arms resting on the railing and crisscrossed, I playfully began to pinch, pull, and twist my nipples, closing my eyes and thinking of what had transpired tonight. The thought of you Mistress had crossed my mind.....wondering what you might say if you knew how I had taken your suggestion to be more forward (calling Mark to meet) and knowing that I was with him and naked in his home.
Because I was transfixed in my own little world at the time I did not hear Mark come back with our refills. He had quietly come up behind me, leaned over without touching me, and then he kissed my ear as I had done to him in the car. Somewhat startled, I released my nipples and stood erect. And speaking of erections, I could immediately feel his pressed into my back. Turning to face him, I found him naked, his cock poking my belly, as though searching for my navel.
I took his face in my hands and kissed him. When the kiss ended he handed me my wine, smiling that gorgeous smile at me. I looked into his eyes and lifted my hand again to caress his cheek. I let my fingers lightly stray from his cheek down his neck to his muscular shoulder. My eyes tracked the path of my fingers. I let my index finger trail a path down his smooth chest and around each pec, circling his nipples but not touching them. His beautiful smile told me to keep going so I did. I simply took my four fingers, using the nails, to lightly scratch their way toward his navel, finally catching a glimpse of his very erect cock pointing upward. It was about 6" long, maybe, and unusually thick (3 fingers wide), tipped with a superb mushroom cap. I handed him my glass, knowing I would need both hands to accompany my mouth. I knelt before him, a naked woman with a naked man, out in the open on his terrace. I felt that the heat from my body must be sending ripples of distortion through the air around me. I was ready to worship this lovely man's erection.
I began by kissing the wet tip of his cock as my hands reached around and palmed his firm, round butt cheeks. I then ran my tongue the length of the underside of his cock to his balls and back up again. I wanted Mark to know that every inch of his cock would be receiving the pleasure and wetness of my tongue to start. I could feel the heat in my moist pussy radiate as I continued licking Mark's hardness. I heard him moan each time I sucked his hanging balls, taking them into my mouth while squeezing his tush with my hands. After licking all around his shaft and getting it nice and wet with saliva, I took the head between my lips and sucked as much into my mouth as possible.
