This is Part 7 of the
Survivor Revival Challenge
,
organized by Tara Cox. This is the story of Jim & Marybeth, and eventually others, of course. You can expect daily installments.
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Marybeth and Jim are seduced into group sex, and more.
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It was unexpected, but both Jim and Marybeth wanted it. Jim had to cut his evening class, but the two lovebirds met for a date Wednesday evening. Marybeth was racked with guilt, because she had let Denis fuck her for three nights in a row, and this was the same guy who put her in a position to be raped, to boot. She was so ashamed. She had decided not to tell Jim any of it.
Well, she did tell Jim about how she had teased Denis about her boobs, but none of the consequences of that tease. Jim had asked Marybeth to wear a dress on their date, and to bring a bra and panties in her purse, but not to wear them. She wondered what he had planned for them, exactly?
Somehow, she suspected she was going to lose the dress at some point; maybe she'd be naked for the bateaux mouches, as they plied the Seine? She had already flashed her boobs at the boats on an earlier date, aa their floodlights lit up the banks, so the tourists could see all the historical sites, and pretty buildings. She knew, however, total nudity was too outrageous, even for Jim! She'd do it if Jim wanted her to do it, she knew that, but she dearly hoped that was not what he had planned.
Jim took her out to dinner, and Marybeth still didn't have a clue as to what Jim had in mind for their date. The food was once again delicious, and the wine went down smoothly. Marybeth knew that Jim thought a drunk Marybeth was easier to bend to his will than was a sober one, but she herself wasn't so sure. To put it simply: She was his, to do with as he pleased. Just the thought of that turned her on!
After dinner they took a walk, as they often did. Paris was so beautiful at night. They walked, arm in arm, stopping every so often to kiss. Jim enjoyed playing with her boobs as they kissed; another benefit of her not wearing a bra!
Jim had taken her to a romantic little restaurant near Les Invalides, the old military school that housed Napoleon's tomb. There was a huge grassy park, leading up to the river, and alongside the park were trees, busy losing their leaves in preparation for winter, and the occasional park bench. Overlooking the park were lines of elegant French apartments, filled with rich people, but almost no apartments had their lights on. Those that did had their blinds down. The rich like their privacy. God knows why, Jim thought: They're not that interesting!
They walked along the side of the park, along a walkway dimly lit by a succession of lamp posts. Paris was one of the first of the world's major cities to systematically install lampposts. The French used gas lamps in the mid nineteenth century and became known as the City of Lights. The lights were of course now electric, and Jim imagined they were probably even LED. France had a strong ecological spirit.
Jim stopped at the perfect park bench. It was free of autumn's fallen leaves, and it was under a street lamp. He sat down. Marybeth sat down next to him and they kissed. Jim pushed down his pants and his briefs, and his erect cock sprung up and said hello to Marybeth. She began to stroke it lovingly.
So, this is what Jim's plan had been, Marybeth thought to herself. He wants a hand job on a Parisian park bench. Great idea! She was wrong, however, as Jim told her to stand up. Puzzled, of course she complied. Then he told her to remove her dress, as he sat there with his hard cock pointing up the sky.
Was he serious? She had no underwear on. If she removed her dress she'd be naked! She'd be naked on a park bench, in full view of the seven story apartment buildings lining the side of the park, and under a street lamp no less! "Really? You want me naked, exposed to the world?"
"Yes. Nobody's about," Jim said.
Marybeth felt a rush. The very outrageousness of Jim's idea turned her on. This was hotter than hell! God, she loved Jim's mind; she loved the way he thought! Could she do it? Could she become naked in public, just because Jim had ordered it? Hadn't she, though, already been naked in public when she had been surrounded by the eight boys after church on Sunday? She had indeed, and she had climaxed when it happened, too. Of course, that ended in a rape, and was not an especially promising precedent.
"Come on, my love. I want to see your gorgeous, naked body. You'll get a reward," Jim said.
"Unzip me?" she asked Jim, turning around so that her back faced him.
Jim stood and pulled her zipper down slowly. He slipped his hands into her dress around to her boobs, and fondled them tenderly, tweaking her nipples. Marybeth groaned with pleasure. He pushed her dress off her shoulders and helped it to fall off her arms and down to her generous, child-bearing hips. Maybe someday those hips would help her give birth to his child?
Marybeth's top half of her body was now naked, at the edge of the park, with hundreds of apartment windows potentially having a very nice view of her luscious breasts. Jim helped the rest of her dress fall to the ground and Marybeth shivered in fear at her blatant exposure.
Only part of Marybeth's shiver was due to the fear caused by her public nudity. The other half of the shiver was due to the sudden rush of adrenalin, due to being extraordinarily aroused, again due to her public nudity. The cool air circulating around her most private parts was a constant reminder of her exposure. Luckily nobody was around. She didn't want to get arrested for indecent exposure in a foreign country, or in any country, for that matter!
"Bend over and kiss me, gorgeous," Jim said. Of course, Marybeth complied, and she bent over to kiss Jim, knowing she was exhibiting her ass and her pussy as she did so. She felt like an out-of-control female orangutan, flashing her bright red hindquarters. The two lovebirds kissed a long time, and the kisses, combined with her obvious and blatant exposure, sent Marybeth's arousal level skyrocketing.
