I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist. The thought of someone getting turned on by watching me excites me to no end. I like the idea of someone stroking themselves after having caught a glimpse of me. That being said, until a few days ago, I had never really considered how dangerous it was. The desire blinded me to all the risks.
Friday I got off work early. We were having a slow day. It was summer and I needed to get away. As soon as I left the office, I began shedding my clothes. They were suffocating me. By the time I made it to my car, I was down to a camisole and a short skirt . Shoes, stockings, blouse - all were gone. My hair was loose and hanging free. I couldn't wait to get home so that I could get rid of the last two offending pieces. As I fumbled with my keys, purse, and clothes, I managed to drop my keys. Without thinking, I bent over at the waist and picked them up. Short skirt, no panties - needless to say, most of the parking garage got a nice view. I was beyond caring about anything other than me; naked in the sunshine.
I knew I wanted to have the top down for this drive, so I pulled my hair up into a ponytail. (It's great having a convertible during the summer.) I made my way out of the parking garage and onto the main highway. Once I fell into the flow of traffic, I could feel some of the day's tension fading. The sun warmed my chest while the wind blew my skirt around. I tugged my cami a little lower so my nipples peaked out over the top. I wanted to expose them completely, but I didn't want to cause a wreck. Wetting my finger with my tongue, I moistened the tightening buds. Nice, but it wasn't quite enough. I wanted to feel more of the sun on me. I reached down and lifted my skirt, tucking the hem into the waistband. No one would see, except for a few truckers, but that was ok. I propped my left leg up on the dash, opening myself up more. I felt the need to plunge my fingers deep into my aching slit, but I let the sun warm it as I caressed the outer edges.
Traffic began to slow. I tried not to let it bother me. It always did this once it neared the coast. Tourists slowed to look at the scenery, causing everyone to bunch up behind them.
As I drudged along, I continued to stroke myself, watching cars occasionally to see if anyone was looking. Most people were intent on getting home, looking only at what was in front of them. Once I passed an older gentleman who just smiled at me as his wife slept peacefully in the other seat. Next, I passed a car full of guys freshly liberated from their cubicles. I pulled my top a little lower and blew them a kiss. I wondered if they'd think of me tonight as they stroked themselves to sleep. At the thought I pressed down on my clit, enjoying the deep ache that clenched inside my pussy. Juices leaked out onto my seat. Just before my exit, traffic slowed to a crawl. I almost screamed in frustration. I was so close to home. So close to cumming. My clit was throbbing beneath my fingertips. I noticed the guy next to me watching me intently. I wondered if he knew what I was doing. Could he see me? Was he watching me grind the heal of my palm into my mound? Need overrode caution and I shoved two fingers in as far as I could. My head fell back on the headrest and my eyes fluttered shut for a second. Thankfully traffic hadn't budged. I stole a glance at the guy. He smiled at me. Then he reached down. I watched as his hand rose and fell. I couldn't tell if he was doing what I thought he was doing, but it didn't matter. I had imagined it. I forced those two fingers even deeper and rubbed my clit with my thumb. I think I screamed when I came. My foot fell off the dashboard and I sat up a little in my seat. I looked over at my guy. He winked at me. Then he grinned and motioned to me that traffic was moving.
I was still trembling as I drove the rest of the way home. I managed to lose track of the guy somewhere in the flow of traffic. I'm not even sure I knew what kind of car he had. My pussy was still throbbing. I wanted something hard inside of me. I had some toys at home, but I really wished I had a big fat cock handy. Something to just slip into me from behind and pound the hell out of me.
Finally I made it home. I rushed into the house, not even bothering to take my things out of the car. I stripped off the last two offending articles of clothes and started searching for anything phallic. At this point I would have raped a Greek statue in full view of a museum full of people. Ok, so that thought didn't help. I searched frantically. I dug through my toy box. Everything looked good, but nothing looked right. I grabbed a dildo with a suction cup on the bottom. I slammed the cup into the wall, bent over, put my hands on the floor and impaled myself onto that pseudocock. I wet my fingers with my pussy juice and rubbed it onto my nipples. I pinched and pulled at them while grinding my pussy hard against the wall. I wanted desperately to have a guy in front of me shoving his dick in my mouth, while I bounced on the dildo. I could feel my orgasm starting to build. I leaned my head down and sucked on my nipple, drawing it as far into my mouth as I could. Harder and harder I slammed into the wall. I reached for my clit and rubbed my hand back and forth over it. My release, when it came was explosive. I fell to my knees taking the dildo with me. I hurriedly stuck it to the floor and continued to ride, bringing myself to another climax. I collapsed; exhausted. That much lust can take it out of you. I got up and headed to my favorite place.
The front of my home was cute, almost picturesque. However, the back was what drew me to it. A huge deck about 20ft X 20ft came off the back door with a set of steps leading down to the sand. To avoid indecent exposure issues, I made sure it was lightly shielded by conveniently placed shrubberies. If I was at home, this is where I would be found. Last year I had an outdoor shower installed on the deck. Not only could I clean up from the beach before heading into the house, but I could also show-off to whomever happened by. I walked on unstable but determined feet to it. Standing under the shower, I washed away the smell of the office, the road and my tryst with the wall. The cool water cascaded over me releasing all of the days tension and refreshing my overheated body. I lightly toweled off and began to apply my tanning oil. I loved the feel of oil slipping and sliding all over me. I stretched out on my lounge chair, getting ready to soak up the sun. Popping in my headphones, I listened to Michael Buble woo me as the sun caressed my body.
After a few minutes sweat started to glisten along my skin. I reached down and rubbed in the oil; sliding my hands over my breasts and stomach. I spread my knees, slipping oil-covered hands over my mound before massaging it into my thighs and exposing myself to the sun. It lapped at me with its fiery tongue; spreading heat throughout my pussy. I've heard of the term "sun worshiper", but for me it was more like the sun was my lover. My nipples hardened reaching toward the sun, begging for more. I was surprised to be this excited again so soon after my last orgasm. I kneaded my breasts; rekindling the fire I thought was extinguished.
I never heard him coming...
"Hello, Love." He whispered as he clamped a hand over my mouth. I uselessly screamed and struggled against his hand.
"Now, now, Love. Don't struggle. We wouldn't want to damage this delicious body. I am going to let go of your mouth, but you may not scream. Instead, we are going to place this lovely black scarf over your eyes."
As soon as he let go of my mouth I gasped out the obligatory, "Who are you? What do you want with me?" As cliché as it was, it was all that I could think of.
"Oh, let's just say that I am an admirer who has come here to show my full appreciation. Quite a few times, I have noticed you granting those lucky enough, a brief glance at various parts of your anatomy. I am here to show you just how appreciative I am."
"No! You don't understand!" I choked out.
"Ah, but I do. A body like yours needs to be venerated. It can not be allowed to care for itself. So, if you would please, now that you have your eyes covered, let me help you stand up."
I bucked against him, almost tripping over the lounge, but his grip was firm and his strength was overwhelming. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to escape by physical means.
I felt him move behind me. I couldn't quite grasp where I was, but I knew that I was still on the deck. My hair was suddenly yanked to the left and I felt stubble run along my neckline. His breath followed, leaving goosebumps in its wake. My nipples sprang back to life. I couldn't believe my body was responding to this guy. I tried to shake him off and found myself being forced against the wall. The rough wood pricked at my skin. I worked my hands between myself and the wall, forcing myself away from it as much as possible. I felt his right hand follow, sliding across my ribs. His thumb grazed the tip of each nipple as it passed by. Part of me wanted to lean back into him, it felt so good. Then I realized what I was doing and shoved myself back into the wall.
"Oh no, baby, lets not do that. Lean back. Actually, wait, one second."
The hand on my hair released for a minute. I heard the sound of boots hitting the deck. The sound of a zipper shortly followed. Then the hand was back in my hair and I felt the hardness of his penis sliding between the cheeks of my ass.
"Please stop! You can't do this to me! You don't even know me!"
His penis slid deeper between my cheeks, causing the head to bump into my dripping slit. Back and forth he slid it, almost as if he were using my ass to jerk himself off. Bump. Bump. Bump. He teased me -- whether he knew it or not.
"Oh, are you sure? You can't exactly see me. Regardless, it does bring up a point. Who knows where you've been. I might want to protect myself. Seeing as my hands are full, it looks like you're going to have to do it for me."
I felt him reach down and fumble for a second before he turned me to face him. His lips brushed briefly against mine before I could pull my head away. He took both of my hands in his. Forcing my palms up, he placed a condom in one hand and his penis in the other.
"No." I whispered fervently. "I will not help you force yourself on me."
"You can not force the willing, Love and I promise you, before I'm done, you will be more than willing, if you aren't already. However, I think, before I let you cover me. I will have you use that luscious mouth of yours to make sure I am at full form. I wouldn't want to disappoint you."
I felt him lean in again, closer to my face. His lips brushed my cheek and made their way to my ear. "Kneel" he whispered. He nibbled his way down my neck. I felt the penis in my hand increasing with each nip. As he made it down to the curve of my neck, where my pulse was doing the mambo, he whispered with a bit more force. "Kneel" I tried to toss my head to tell him, "No". He grabbed my hair again, pulled it to the side, and bit down onto my neck with enough force to draw a gasp from my mouth. As he did so, he pushed downward, forcing me to my knees.
"I tried to give you the opportunity to do it yourself. I suppose you must enjoy a bit of pain with your pleasure."
Tears of anger filled my eyes. How dare he? Did he think I was going to give in?
I felt something soft brush my lips. "Open." He said. "Lick your lips. Then open your mouth." I shook my head, but he still had his hand buried in my hair. "Do not be difficult. Do as I say. As long as you cooperate with me, you will feel no pain. Unless that truly is your pleasure," he chuckled.
"Bastard!"
