I'm in your living room with another couple. He's broad and muscular, she is blonde and petite. They're both aged about 21, and you have no idea why I've brought them here -- but you have promised to do exactly as you are asked, without question.
I've asked you to get changed upstairs, and come back into the living room when you're ready. You come into the room wearing a short summer dress, with only white socks on your feet. You sit down on the sofa, next to me, and look uncertainly across to the others. She wears a black skirt and top, with knee-high boots. Through the sheer material of her top you can see a hint of lace bra, and as she uncrosses her legs, you can make out that she's wearing lace hold-ups. He wears a simple white tee-shirt and jeans.
When I'm sure that they're both paying you their full attention, I begin to kiss and nibble your neck and ears. I'm positioned slightly behind you, so they can clearly see what I'm doing. I reach across and begin to caress your bare right knee, my fingertips making lazy circles across your skin -- and you sigh, and close your eyes, as my gentle touch moves to your inner thigh. Making ever larger circles, I ease the hem of your dress up. Your breath catches slightly, and you part your knees -- just an inch or so, but enough to make room for my hand as it begins to wander higher.
As I reach the edge of your tiny white knickers, your legs part just a little more, and your breathing deepens. You want me to touch you. And I do. I run my fingertips very lightly over the thin white fabric, occasionally letting a fingernail drag over the areas where I know you're most sensitive. Your body goes rigid, you're unsure what I have in mind, but this feels too good for you to stop me just yet.
You risk opening your eyes, and you see that they are both staring openly at us. I reach around behind you with my left hand, and pull the hem of your dress completely up around your waist, then gently pull your left thigh further up onto the sofa. You lean slightly back, and put your left foot against the arm of the sofa. Letting your left knee drop, your legs are now spread wider -- and you don't resist at all when I ease your knickers to one side and begin to stroke you. You're soaking wet, and I know that you must be loving this -- to be touched like this in front of strangers.
You lean back a little further, and hook your right knee over my lap. Your legs are completely open, and you know that two complete strangers can see clearly what I'm doing as I softly push my middle finger into you. You close your eyes again, and begin to rock slightly as my finger moves slowly in and out, urging me to push a little deeper each time, to move my finger around inside you. Your own hands, idle until now, begin to move over your tummy, pinching at the fabric of your dress. You reach down with your left hand, and move your knickers further to one side - to give me better access? Or is it so that our new friends can see you more clearly?
Bringing my finger out of you, I move my hand up to your mouth, which is slightly open. You sense the movement, and open your eyes to see what's happening. As you do, I push my finger between your lips, urging you to suck, to lick, to taste yourself. You look across to the others while you do this, and you see that she has her skirt pulled up too, and that he is stroking between her parted legs while she sucks her fingertip in perfect time with your own sucking. He is staring at your mouth, but she is looking straight into your eyes.
"Show them" I whisper, and you nod very slightly. Moving both hands to your crotch, your left holds your knickers to the side while you move the middle finger of your right hand over your wetness. Teasing yourself slightly, you move your finger away, and then back, two or three times before plunging it deep inside yourself. You gasp, and buck your hips up from the sofa, trying to force your own finger deeper, harder.