We started out one morning when she came to my place wearing a very short skirt and a tight tank top. Of course she had on no panties under that skirt. I put on a short skirt too, no panties of course, and a little T-shirt that showed off my big, corky nipples. Then off we went to the mall. Naturally the guys kept staring at us, two sleek foxes with short, short skirts. All sorts of females would stare at us too, some of them obvious dykes. There were all these places to sit and whenever we'd see some good looking guy or some woman who looked like she might appreciate an expected view, we made a point of sitting opposite them, hitching up our skirts, holding our knees apart and flashing it for them. Sometimes we'd make believe we had no idea we were doing it. Other times we'd give the guy in question a sassy wink before we got up and walked off. You should've seen the looks on some of those faces when they realized we weren't wearing any panties and what they were staring at was pubic hair and raw pussy!
When we left the mall to go down to the garage a guy was parking his car right next to us. As we got into my car we lifted our tops and flashed our tits at the stunned guy, then lifted up our skirts so he could see our bushes, and finally turned to show off our foxy bottoms. The guy was awestruck and before he could move we were in my car and taking off.
That night we went out together to a club to hear a band we both liked. We noticed that between sets guys rushed into the men's room. So we decided that after the next set, we'd rush right in after them. We'd been talking about this, how much fun it'd be to sneak into a men's room and watch all those studs whip out their dicks to take a whizz. Except now we wouldn't be sneaking in. Instead we walked in boldly to see guys pissing at the six urinals, other guys lined up behind them, waiting their turn.
"Hey guys," I said with a cheerful wave.
"I know me and my girlfriend aren't supposed to be here, but I hope you all don't mind," Marcie said, the guys all staring at us in amazement, those who were pissing stopping in midstream. We had planned what we were going to do, so now we each got on top of a wash basin, flexed and spread our legs and let all the guys in the bathroom see what we had to display for them.
"We feel like showing it off for you tonight, you can look, but you can't touch," Marcie said as we began masturbating in front of them, fingering our pussies as lewdly as possible. But before that we took off our tops so they could all have a good look at our tits too.
The guys who had been pissing forgot all about emptying their bladders and started fisting themselves, getting their dicks hard in a jiffy. The other guys unzipped, dug in, and pulled out theirs. Soon there were maybe twenty hard dicks staring us in the face, a fist wrapped around each one. You can imagine the scene, a bunch of horny young pumped up rock & rollers getting to watch a spectacle like this! They gathered close, dicks in hand. I'd never seen so many hard dicks at once, not even close, and I didn't think Marcie had either. Then we watched as, one after another, the dudes whacked off and started blasting their loads while we kept playing with our pussies, fingering the clits, sliding stiff fingers up our wet vaginas.
"That's it,
shoot it
, dudes!" Marcie cheered after the first few had ejaculated.
"Uh huh, show us how you
get off!
" I urged.
"Come and cream on my tits," she told them.
Well, you can imagine their reaction, seeing those huge, welcoming globes of Marcie's all exposed. They were beside themselves, fisting their shafts like maniacs over her tits. Some just dribbled a little, others shot off these huge, powerful loads, their semen drenching Marcie's breasts, some landing on me. Finally there was just only one left with a stiff cock, fisting himself furiously, desperate to get off.
"Do it, guy, let us see it!" Marcie hissed, urging him on as his face got red, his veins bulged and he broke out in a sweat, dying to finally ejaculate. And then he, too, blasted his load. Drained, the guys all looked stunned and sheepish. But me and Marcie, we were cool as shit. Marcie wiped off her tits with some paper towels. Then we put our tops back on, getting down off the wash basins and waving the mob a friendly hello as we left the bathroom, stepping over little puddles of cum. We imagined they’d be talking about this for years.
Me and Marcie had started going to the college gym together. We both liked to do the same workout. Naturally, this was also an opportunity to show off, the two of us wearing these bright, shiny and skin-tight spandex biking shorts to the gym with tight T-shirts up above. It was the Women's Gym, so all we did there was to show it off for other babes. But there were plenty of dykes and bi chicks at our University, so there was no shortage of admirers, hungry eyes casting furtive glances our way all the time. A lot of the athletic women at school, the ones who spend a lot of time at the gym, are dykes. Two who glanced all the time at us were these two butch young dykes who seemed to work out at the same time we did; it's like they had figured out our gym schedules, or something. They were like a couple of tomboys, thin, with hardly any tits or hips to speak of, and these short, boyish haircuts. They were on the women’s track team and were both kind of cute. Me and Marcie, we were well aware we made them hot. We acted all blasé and everything, but we damned well knew they were staring at us and we did our best to show off for them.
"Hey, I have an idea," Marcie said coming close and whispering so the two dykes, working out near us, couldn't hear. "Why don't we shower downstairs tonight and let them know that's where we're heading. Bet they won't be able to resist and will follow us down there."
Normally me and Marcie, when we're finished working out, split the gym and headed home to shower and change. The plumbing in this old gym is all worn and so you never get enough water and it never seems to get hot enough. But for the sake of luring these two enchanted dykes down there to see us nude and wet, it might be worth it.
"Okay, let's," I told Marcie.
"Say, Becky?" she said in an easily audible voice, "Why don't we go down and take ourselves showers, huh?"
So we picked up our stuff and headed down to the locker room. The shower area was one big room with a dozen shower heads. There was no privacy; it was the old-fashioned type of set-up. When you showered, other women would be right next to you, showering alongside. That arrangement normally would suit us both just fine, show-offs that we were. Marcie had said to me she would be down there all the time if only there were enough hot water.
We took off our sweaty gym clothes and headed for the shower, turning on two adjoining shower heads. We had brought soap with us and now started soaping up ourselves. And as Marcie had correctly predicted, in walked the two tomboys, naked just like us, ready to take their own showers. And ready to stare at us. What a contrast! We were both very womanly, especially Marcie, with those huge tits of hers. But nude now, these two looked even more boyish than in gym clothes, both flat-chested and with boy-like hips. The only thing missing to make them look just like a pair of young guys were a couple of cocks.
"Hi," one of them said meekly, waving, pretending that they just happened to walk in on us like this to take their showers at the same time we were taking ours. They couldn't keep their eyes off our wet, glistening bodies, the water raining down on us.
Then, suddenly, I moved right over under her shower head with Marcie, getting behind her and bringing the bar of soap up to her tits, making lots of suds as I soaped up those massive mammaries of hers. The two dykes gawked as they saw me do this. And they gawked even more as I then lowered a soapy hand down over Marcie's smooth, flat stomach to her crotch, running my fingers through it as I sudsed up her furry golden bush. Then I had Marcie turn to face me and reached around to do her bottom, working the soap between her buns, getting my fingers in there so the two dykes had a perfect view, even spreading her open a little so they could see her wet, soapy asshole.
Now it was my turn as Marcie ran her wet, soapy hands all over my body, especially between my legs. I even closed my eyes and sighed a little, partly to tease the dykes, but also because I was getting very aroused and Marcie's slick fingers were making me feel awfully good! The two tomboys just stood there under their shower heads. They weren't even soaping themselves up, so entranced were they by the sight of us running our hands over each others' wet, slick, womanly bodies.
Finally we rinsed off together as the water rained down on us. Then we turned off the showers and walked over to the bench where we had set down our towels. Now, while the dykes turned so they could keep staring at us, we dried each other off with a couple of big, fluffy towels.
