Part 3 -- Jenna becomes an exhibitionist
"We're out for the rest of the morning," Jenna said to Alice and Marion as she and Martin left the office. The two elderly women smiled at one another.
"Have fun," they both said at the same time and commenced to giggle.
They exited through the backdoor and into the parking lot.
"We'll take my car," he said pointing to a metallic silver Mercedes convertible with its windows and top down.
"You have to do everything I say," he reminded her. "Agreed?"
Obey his commands or go to jail. Was there really an option?
She was unwilling to say "Yes, Master" so she simply nodded her head in agreement.
"Here's your first order," he said. "Don't sit on your dress. Bunch it up so that your butt is directly on the leather seat."
She hesitated for a moment, and then did as instructed. The leather was cool on her ass. He'd parked the car in the shade. She put her purse on the floor by her feet. She slipped off her shoes.
Martin climbed into the driver's seat. He reached over and raised the bottom of her sundress. Her pussy was now visible.
"That's better," he said. "Now, lower the top of your dress so that your boobs are free."
Jenna had fantasized about being an exhibitionist. But she didn't have the courage to reveal herself in public. Now she ordered to do so.
She'd been naked in Jamaica when she and Sam had accidently booked a week's holiday at a nude resort. She had no problem getting into the spirit of the resort. Walking au naturel on the beach wasn't odd or unusual when no one, other than the staff, wore clothes.
Now, nudity was a command. Be naked in public, while everyone else wears clothes.
She smiled. Martin was her excuse for making her fantasy come true.
She lowered the spaghetti straps of her dress and then pulled the dress down so that it bunched up at her waist, like a belt. She put on her seat belt with the shoulder strap passing between her exposed naked breasts.
It was a warm sunny June morning, almost lunchtime. They drove along city streets and she was naked. She separated her legs slightly. She arched her shoulders back so that her breasts stood out even further. The breeze made her nipples hard. They stood erect pointing skyward within her large areoles that were each two-and-half inches in diameter.
The feel of the air on her skin as they motored along was refreshing and exhilarating.
She was nude in pubic and enjoying it. Happy to be on display for everyone to see. She could feel her pussy getting wet with excitement.
At a red light, a Chevy Silverado pulled up beside them on the passenger side.
She looked up at the driver. It was a woman who stared at Jenna in amazement. Jenna smiled at her and put the middle finger of her right hand in her mouth. Then she removed it and slid her hand down her body to the inside of her thighs and caressed them gently. She brought her hand closer and closer to her pussy lips. She stroked her clit.
The woman in the Silverado tooted the car's horn in approval.
Jenna eased her finger into her pussy, gently massaged, and then slipped it out. She licked the sex juices from her finger tasting her own essence. Smiling, she reinserted her finger into her vagina and continued the process again. She did this while maintaining eye contact with the women in the Silverado who was nodding, grinning, and tooting the car's horn.
The light changed and Martin sped off. There was a final blast from the Silverado's horn. A thank you for giving the Silverado woman a show?
That was so much fun. She wanted to do it again.
The sun beat down on her. Perspiration formed on her brow and between her breasts. Her loose hair blew in the breeze.
They drove pass people who so oblivious that they didn't notice a naked woman sunning herself in a passing convertible. Martin turned onto a minor street, where there were no people. She was disappointed. She wanted to massage herself again, but she needed an audience.
He stopped the car in front of a boutique sex shop.
Getting out of the car, he said, "I'll be back in a sec."
He entered the store and Jenna closed her eyes and continued to soak up the sun with her legs apart. Should she massage herself with her finger again? Should she have another orgasm? No, she thought. What was the fun of masturbating in public if there was no one to watch her?
