"Bought something for you. Put it on. We're going for a drive."
Holly's husband stood in the doorway, shopping bag in hand. He had that look on his face that said he was up to something, and she wondered what was going through that kinky little mind of his. If she was surprised by his no-debate attitude, she was even more surprised by what was in the bag. Two things; a nice little skirt, and a tube top.
In her 20s, Holly had worn a tube top a lot. Her attitude had always been "if you had it, flaunt it", so she did. She was sleek and slim and had a good rack, and sometimes it was fun showing everything off. A few times, hot summer days, she had even worn the tube top to work, knowing her boobs were barely contained by the material. She was well aware of the looks she got, lust from the men and daggers from the women, but what to hell, it made her feel good. Of course, as soon as she got inside, her nipples would pop because of the air conditioning. Funny how there always seemed to be plenty of guys around when that happened.
Now, all these years later, she still liked showing off, especially when she was in the right mood. Even as a MILF, she knew she looked better than most women her age, and liked it when others noticed. That little sexual bump was always welcome.
She was feeling it now, standing in front of the mirror, ready to "go for a drive". The tube top was white, and it both supported and flattened her breasts. No, dressed like this, they weren't 'breasts', they were tits. The material was on the thin side, the outline of her aureolas faintly visible. And the skirt- it was a sexy little thing, with emphasis on 'little'. Almost like a cheerleader's skirt, and Holly wondered if hubby ever had a thing for cheerleaders. Once in awhile, she wondered if he had slept with other women since they married. She wouldn't have particularly cared if he had fucked a co-worker to two, or someone on a business trip, as long as it was just fun and games. She knew most women didn't share her attitude, but then again, when it came to sex, she didn't think like most women.
She, on the other hand, hadn't wandered. Well, aside from a drunken grope from a total stranger at a Halloween party- okay, maybe it was more than a grope, especially with his hands all over her tits in a downstairs laundry room- but other than that, she had been good. As long as flashing didn't count.
But now, standing in front of a mirror, looking at this little barely-there top and skirt, she wondered: what's going on? Where was this headed? No matter; it was a fun little outfit, although not something you'd wear to a fancy restaurant. She hoped the neighbors wouldn't be watching when they went out. It wasn't exactly outrageous, but it was on the risqué side. Gee, I wonder if he planned it that way?
Dusk on a beautiful, warm evening, and Holly sat back and enjoyed the drive. Plenty of parkland around, and they just cruised for awhile. Then hubby reached over and casually pulled her tube-top down.
"Hey," she said, laughing. Surprised but also turned on, she made a move to cover herself.
"Leave it."
She hesitated for a second, then settled back. She had to admit it was arousing, cruising along with the warm night air caressing her tits. And it fed into her little kink, didn't it? There had always been that streak in her: when she was in the right mood, she didn't mind showing off a bit, or a lot. Going out to dinner in a low-cut dress, having lunch with a male friend while wearing a loose tank top with no bra; it all added a bit of sparkle to things. In fact, the only reason she didn't put on more of a show was because she was worried about hubby's reaction. So it was sort of hot that they were driving along on this soft summer night, hubby actually encouraging her little public display.
He hadn't said a word, but he was certainly getting an eyeful, looking over from the driver's seat, and that in itself turned Holly on even more. In fact, with darkness falling fast, she sat up straighter. They came up on a guy driving an SUV, and they pulled out to pass. Holly felt a flush of excitement. They crawled by the other car, and out of the corner of her eye she saw the driver look over, then look over again. At her, at her tits, and she let slip a little moan of pleasure.
They drove for another few minutes, passing another couple of cars, getting more reaction from the drivers. She was excited, turned on by the flashing, turned on that hubby obviously liked her displaying herself.
He slowed down and turned into a small park. There were a few other cars clustered near picnic tables and a bicycle path, but he idled to the far end of the big parking lot and killed the engine.
He grinned over at her. "Well?"
Holly laughed. "Perv", she said, and he slid closer. Almost dark now, and damn sexy just sitting here, boobs hanging out. Well, a lot sexy, to be honest.
His hands slid onto her tits and Holly moaned. She felt like a teenager, petting on her first date, and then she felt his hand slide under her little dress and onto her pussy. "Take your panties off," he murmured.
Holly looked around. A cyclist zipped by on a bicycle path a hundred feet away, but here they were in relative darkness. She buzzed with the illicit thrill of it all. She was 18 again, making out with a boyfriend. She slid her panties off, aroused by the look on hubby's face. Then he moved in.
Necking and petting, his hands all over her, playing with her tits, running up and down the inside of her thighs and it was amazing how hot she got, so quickly. It had been like that on their very first date, when they didn't even make it to the bedroom. They went at it on the living room rug, drunk and disorderly and so fucking hot. He came too quickly but they kept at it, his hands pushing into her so far that he was almost fisting her.
Like now. She was wet, and aroused, and his fingers pushed deeper and she gave into the sensation. Usually she had a bit of control over the situation, but this was different. Part of it- maybe a big part of it- was that they were doing it here, in this semi-public place. Another little kink.
"Hey, check it out."
"What?"
Ryan nodded toward the far end of parking lot. It took Ted a couple of seconds, but then he saw what had caught his friend's eye. A couple in a car, going at it hot and heavy. Maybe. So dark that he really couldn't tell.
The two friends were sitting on a picnic table, sharing a doob. Ted liked it here; nice and quiet and no one bugged you if you wanted to smoke a bit of weed. He looked over at the couple in the car. Ryan asked, "What do you think?"
Ted knew exactly what Ryan was thinking. He snorted. "You spend too much time on-line." Ryan loved cruising for porn, and particularly loved the dogging sites. Because of that, he figured every woman he met was ready to do him in public. Of course, what he got in real life was exactly zero.
"What to fuck, it happens," Ryan said defensively.
"In your dreams."
"Come on. No harm in taking a look."
