After several weeks of amazing sex with her husband, Dusty would still think back to the college guys that hit spots her husband couldn't touch. Some of those younger guys at the frat party just had bigger cocks than she had ever experienced before.
She found herself thinking back to the hands on her body while she laid naked on the beach, a beach where public nudity is forbidden.
Then later the guy stripping her and fucking her in front of all those people at the beach house party. Later it invoked a savage nympho craving when she and her husband would have spontaneously sex around the house, in the backyard, at his work parking garage when she would pick him up, or on outings in the woods or to the lake. Really anywhere they were mostly out of sight but still had a chance of being caught.
Driving she would imagine what the younger guy jogging on the side of the road or maybe the buff guy at the market might have to offer. She was letting her mind fantasize about fucking these young guys half her age more and more. This all resulted in her wearing less and less to show off her body, keeping a little toy in her car or purse for her alone drives.
Sometimes asking herself, what the guy on the crotch rocket next to her at the red light would think if he looked over and saw her wearing something revealing, maybe topless or even less driving her Jeep. Would he follow her if she asked him too to go behind the Walmart for a quickly? Would he leave her satisfied and naked, "what if he left with my clothes," ran through her mind increasing her excitement.
In her free time, sometimes while working out at the gym on the treadmill or stationary bike while checking out the younger guys, she would browse the internet and order slutty clothing from the cheap Chinese clothing sites. It was so easy to just order items that popped up on her Facebook with a few clicks with her thumbs. It was as if they knew exactly what she wanted and why!
Her purchases included little sleazy dresses, micro miniskirts, revealing and sheer tops. She had no idea where she would be wearing some of them, maybe on her trips in the Jeep exploring back roads for isolated sunny places, searching for access points to the spring fed rivers, out to bars or even shopping.
She bought a few almost obscene bikinis for the beach or the boat that provided minimal coverage at best knowing for most women her age they would be out of the question. She even decided on a few transparent cover-ups she might wear as dresses, also purchased for her adventurous cougar desires. Her lack of modesty and imagination were exacerbating with her fantasies that were keeping her excited and horny throughout the week when her husband was working or out of town.
She just wanted more young cocks in her life, she wanted to be exposed like her husband had convinced her to do at the beach weeks ago, she wanted to be used by the athletic young men she would see when she was out.
One afternoon while at home alone she had come in from the backyard, where she had been sunning naked. She was pouring a glass of sweat ice tea when her phone pinged a UPS delivery. She put on her husband's dress shirt she had been wearing earlier to bring the empty trash cans up, she went to see which of her many orders she was expecting had arrived.
Pulling the envelopes from the mailbox, one of them seemed empty, it weighted nothing, she realized it was the tiny nano bikini she had picked out a few weeks ago.
Excited she dropped her arm holding the shirt closed to rip the package open, not thinking her shirt would open up and expose her should any of the neighbors be out. Inside was a small plastic bag with thin teal strings and tiny patches of matching material hidden among the strings. She headed inside to examine the bag of strings posing as a bikini.
Once inside the house she ripped the plastic bag open to get to the bikini. It was even smaller than the Wicked Weasel bikini her husband had bought for the cruise, the same one she wore to the beach weeks ago.
Tossing the shirt on the floor after taking it off, she stepped into the bottoms. Nothing but strings that formed the whale tail in back the strings came up high over her hips and down to a tiny patch that barely covered her slit in the front. She absolutely loved it, it felt as if she was still naked it was so tiny. The top was just as nonexistent, obviously made for a women with much smaller breasts than her.
She tied a loop in the neck strings and slipped it on. It took a lot of adjusting but she realized this, so called top, would do nothing more than conceal her hard pink nipples, maybe.
She giggled imagining walking on the beach in such a revealing bikini with her husband as guys ogled her near naked body. Stepping over to the mirror she looked at herself, her tanned skin and the thousand freckles that had popped out from the sun. She turned to see the back, one thin strings come out of her butt crack, separating into two up over her hips and a string across her bare back.
The front of the bottoms dip down so low she can see a hint of the top of her slit just from the walk to the mirror, it gave her a shiver thinking how close to being naked she would be if she wore it in public. The two pieces of cloth riding atop her firm 'C' cup boobs covering most of her lite colored areoles, you had to look hard, but yes they were peeking out.
"Fuck this, I am going to the beach for a walk! I'm going to show this shit off!" She said out loud to herself while she was turning back and forth admiring her toned tanned near nude body.
Her hair already in a thick pony tail, she slipped on her flip flops, grabbed her phone, the case that doubled as a wallet, and her keys. She knew there were still a few beach towels in the Jeep, so out the door she went. She didn't bother with a cover up, she didn't even consider one, she was just too worked up and excited, her only thoughts were walking on the public beach wearing so little wanting young guys to ogle and flirt with her.
When she turned out of her neighborhood onto the highway she heard a horn and realized it was directed at her. A guy in a truck next to her almost rear ended a car looking at her. She laughed knowing from the side she had to of looked naked to him. She just gave him an innocent wave and headed for the interstate.
She relished in the feeling that this was ten times better than the towel, hiding her naked body, flapping round a few weeks ago. Dusty was actually showing off much more and she was enjoying the feeling of being so exposed to strangers. The only cover the Jeep provided was a small canvas sun screen top over the two front seats. Her only worry was if she was creating a wet spot in the cloth seat.
Her heart now bounding as she got closer to the beach and just the thought of the attention she was getting driving almost naked increased her excitement.
She was hoping to find the guys she met a few weeks ago from the beach house party. She wanted to take them up of their offered of a private party, but she knew that was far fetched. But the fantasy was quite vivid in her mind.
She was startled back to reality by a big truck next to her, the driver yelling down at her from the window, "Hay Red, show me the rest of those tits!"
She was too excited to just ignore him, reaching down she grabbed the thin string above her right nipple and pulled it away from her body. When she let go it popped back but not quite over her nipple, but rested more to the center of her breasts in her cleavage. She could hear his engine revving and slowing to maintain his view.
She giggled looking down at her exposed nipple and flat stomach, "fuck I look good!" She said out loud, talking to herself again. She kept her arm down to allow the guy to watch her bouncing boob each time she hit a crack in the pavement.
She left it that way even after getting off the interstate and driving the two lane to the barrier island. Deep down hoping those passing her had got a peek at her exposed boob, not that much of either tit was very covered, but just the thought was elevating her excitement.
Being a weekday, traffic is light, she had to pay more attention to her shifting and driving now on the island, not noticing as much if she is being seen.
Turning right passing the many bars and small restaurants on the main road that spans the front beach, she gives a three finger waves back to another Jeep passing her. She giggled seeing a few heads whip back as she passes them when they realized what they just missed.
Going to the same beach access as her last trip, she pulls into the almost empty parking area. Stopping in a spot nearer to the stairs, then backing up into an opening on the other side to make it easier to leave if it gets crowded.
She considers releasing her built up excitement between her legs, but knows people may be in either of the houses on each side of the parking and access area. But her getting arrested wasn't on her to do list. Not to mention how embarrassing it would be if the cops showed up.
