He reached down instantly to stop that.
"Let her!" Sally muttered in a husky voice. He saw a glance back and forth between Tara and Sally, then Tara smirked. She tugged the zipper in his pants down and opened them. Fumbling, she got her fingers into the waist band of his briefs. She used her knees to pin his arms down.
Cary was now completely hard even though he was willing himself to not be. He felt the catch of his pants release, she wrapped her hand around him.
"Sally?" He asked, but she didn't answer.
In seconds she had his penis out, sliding her legs over the back of the chair she drew her pussy up and down his length, stopping just before she got to the very tip, holding his erection against herself with one hand as she repeated the motion over and over.
Cary looked again at Sally, she was still staring.
"Nice big fat one here, you are lucky, honey!" Tara said to Sally. From somewhere a small package appeared, Cary had no idea where it came from since Tara was completely nude.
She had it open and was rolling a condom onto him before he could protest. The way he was plastered back into the chair and leaned back made it hard to move. Then she began again to rub herself up and down his length again.
"Sally!" Cary tried to protest.
"It's OK, honey, I just want to see what they do." She said. She was now sitting forward on the edge of her seat, leaning out so she could see.
"But..." Tara was now causing some incredible sensations, Cary had no way to get her off of him without becoming violent.
He almost expected her to slide up and begin to fuck him but she didn't, and with her pelvis so high in the air as she was leaned back, there was no real danger of him sliding inside unless she moved. Her pussy slid up and down his length from the base to just before the tip, over and over.
Cary's balls tightened up, he knew what was going to happen.
"Want me to do him, honey?" Tara asked Sally with a grin.
He was floored when Sally just nodded, Tara's hands came down and wrapped around him and began to work up and down.
She was quite expert at that, Cary lasted just a minute or two before he blasted off inside the condom. Then she stood up, reached for a towel and removed the condom. She quickly wiped Cary up, grinned at Sally.
"Hey, come see me if you ever want to work, honey. With tits like yours you will make a pile of money!" Then she pulled on her negligee and left.
Sally sat there with a silly smile on her face.
Cary was almost in shock, he felt like he couldn't move.
"What in the hell just happened?" He asked Sally. She still had a glazed expression on her face.
"I don't know, that woman just..God that was hot! I had no idea they would actually..." Sally was still staring at Cary's penis, now softened. He reached down, stuffed himself into his briefs and quickly rearranged his pants.
Cary took her by the arm and steered her out of the club, blushing as several heads turned to look their way. Tara was now up on the stage again, she waved at them.
"Come back soon." The huge black guy told them, again looking Sally up and down carefully.
"Are we going to go get my car?" She asked.
"No, let's pick it up tomorrow." He didn't want her driving even though she looked to be all right. He mostly wanted to get home, inside where he would feel safe.
What had just happened was not anything he would ever have even considered, and Sally had just sat there.
They drove home in silence. Sally went in and sat in the living room as Cary poured some soft drinks. He came back in and handed her one, then sat down.
"What in the hell was all of that?" He asked her, finally.
"I wanted to know what they do, is all."
"Well, I guess we both do now. That isn't something I really wanted to do, you know."
"I know. You would never cheat on me but it wasn't like that. It was just...I wanted to see what they did? It was just an impulse."
"That was one hell of an impulse!"
"I know, I'm sorry. Are you mad at me?"
Mad at her?
"No. I'm not mad, I would have thought that you would be mad at...me?" Sally still had Cary completely floored, her reactions were nothing like he would have expected.
"I was just curious, I never saw anything like that before, I wanted to know what they do."
"Well, I guess you do now!" Cary laughed, suddenly he found all of this funny.
"I sure do. I want to try that with you, OK?"
"Why, are you planning on practicing for a job down there?" Cary grinned at her.
"No, I could never do something like that. I just want to try that rubbing thing on you like she did. I never even thought of doing something like that."
"I don't know, do you think I can get it up?"
"I will bet you can." She grinned, standing up. She reached down and tugged the little red dress over her head.
There wasn't a stitch underneath it.
Cary blinked again at that.
"When did you do that?" He asked, looking at her puffy hairless loins.
"Oh, I shaved it all off before I left today, do you like it?" She pushed her pelvis forward, a sexy look on her face.
"Yes, I do. But I mean what happened to your..panties?"
"I took them off right after I got to the first club. When I was waiting for you. I expected you to be there any minute, but then it took a whole hour." She laughed.
"You mean when those two guys were...You said you were dancing, you mean with no panties on?"
"Yep!" Sally giggled.
"I know the one guy knew, because he put his hand on my fanny when we were dancing. I made him quit that. But then they both knew and started getting grabby." she added.
"Did anything else happen?" He asked. This was strange also, she was standing there stark naked while they had an almost normal discussion.
"Not really, the one guy kept trying to slide his hand..up there, and I kept stopping him. Then the taller guy complimented me on my boobs and was trying to touch them, that's when you showed up."
"Oh. Maybe you should wait until I am around before you ever do anything like that again."
"Yes. It was just an impulse. But it made me kinda...hot?"
"I can see that. Come here."
Sally slid up on top of Cary. In short order she had his pants undone, then she got up on top of him and used her hairless pussy to stroke his length.
"You sure do have a nice big fat one, honey!" She said, giggling.
"I know, Tara told me so." Cary grinned.
"Didn't you get jealous when she....?" He managed to ask, Sally was causing some very nice sensations as she slowly slid her lower body back and forth.
"No, I was right there and she used a condom. I can't believe it, she had her hands right on your cock!" She was panting now.
"That made you horny?" Cary asked, feeling himself shudder as she just kept sliding her hips back and forth against him.
"Yes! It was hot, but she didn't actually have you put it in."
"What would you have done if she had?" He pressed at her with his hips trying to get inside her, but she was leaned too far back.
"I don't know, I was pretty drunk I think but probably made her stop. I didn't plan..I mean, it just..happened and I was curious, I wanted to know what they do. Now put it in me...please?" Sally lay back and opened her legs wide.
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Later, he lay there holding her.
"No more of those clubs, OK?" He said.
"OK."
"And no more going out with no panties when I am not there, either." He added.
"Oh, I don't know about that. That was fun. I have been so horny all day, just thinking about you. I wasn't going to take them off, but then I was sitting at the bar and...I just wanted to surprise you!" She grinned.
Cary looked at her. Good lord, was she thinking of going out looking like that again? He felt himself begin to stiffen at the thought.
"H
oney, today has been full of surprises!" He told her.
Sally rolled over and reached for her phone, began pushing buttons.
She glanced at his swiftly expanding erection, giggled as she pushed the button to send the message.
The other one went off almost instantly, laughing he reached to pick it up.
"if i do u better not b late" It read.
Cary lay back satisfied, grinning.
He never was going to every understand women.
The End.
Playing in Traffic
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 cliche 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, bu
t 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.
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