by Sir Nathan
“Please, baby ...”
“Please what?”
“P-Please ... D-Do it for me ...”
“You can do it.”
“I c-can’t.”
He stepped in closely, reaching behind me and drawing down the zipper. I tried to help him out, to ease the skirt over my hips but it fell from my trembling grasp into a pool of white cotton around my feet. Johan held my hand and I stepped out of them. “Run your fingers through your hair. Arch your back.” I did and it felt wonderful. “You are so beautiful.”
“You know,” I whispered. “I feel beautiful.”
“C’mon, let’s swim.”
Johan stood and I threaded my arm through his, leaning against him. As we set off for the water with my hips swaying, I hoped the cool water would do me good. I was hot!
Once I was in the water, I wasn’t so sure. It was cool and refreshing all right, but it screwed my nipples into tight little balls and my asshole contracted around the plug. My pussy was so hot the cold water didn’t even make an impression, apart from hardening my clit even further. Johan cuddled me and caressed my ass before kissing me and swimming away under a wave. Another time he his fingers over my searing pussy before swimming away again. Over and over he teased me, relentlessly. I was giggling and tried to get away from him each time. Eventually he grew tired of the game and dragged my bikini bottoms down my legs and off me. Whooping, and held them aloft and cried, “Just can’t keep them on, can you?”
“Give them back!”
“No!”
“Johannnnn!” I swam back to him and kissed him softly, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my tingling skin against his. “Please, baby. I can’t get out without them. I know they’re practically see-through, but I just couldn’t go without them.”
Johan just smiled and said okay. “But on one condition.”
“Name it.”
“Wear only your bikini all the way to the car.”
I can do that. “I’ll do it.”
He handed me my thong and I was trying to pull them on while Johan took me by the arm and started dragging me toward the beach. They got hooked on the butt plug and Johan was being so rough that I kept stumbling and couldn’t fix them. In moments I was hauled out of the water and I stood before him, dripping wet and hurriedly readjusting my bikini bottoms and checking that the plug was in flush. I quickly looked around and three or four faces were turned our way, but I couldn’t tell if they were paying attention.
That was when I blushed harder than ever.
“What?” Johan asked, noticing.
“I just made sure the plug was right in.”
“You pressed it in?”
“Yes!” I squealed and started running for our towels, giggling. Johan was on me in a flash and tackled me to the ground. I thudded into the soft sand and came up with a mouthful. I had white sand stuck all down my front. I turned over and brushed some off my stomach. “That was mean!”
“I didn’t say you could run.” He shrugged and stood, then scooped me up effortlessly and carried me back down to the surf and tossed me in. I turned over and dove through a wave, washing off the sand. Johan dove after me and came up beside me and kissed my nose. “Now, are you ready? I’d like a drink after this, fancy a vodka?”
“Mmmmm ... Now you’re talking.” I slipped my arms around him again and kissed him softly.
“I love you, baby,” he said, kissing me harder. I melted into him and felt him pick me up again. He carried me out this time, water dripping from our glistening bodies. He put me on my feet and took my hand, leading me up the beach. As we reached the dry sand, I looked ahead and noticed everyone in our vicinity was watching us. I blushed and looked down, noticing my nipples pressing out against the fabric, dark and clear as day.
“God, this bikini is more like lingerie than swimwear,” I mused. I didn’t dare take a look at my bikini bottoms. I might faint if I do, I thought, giggling.
“What is it, now?” Johan asked.
“Everyone’s watching,” I whispered in reply.
Johan looked ahead too, and I wondered if he saw the topless girl brushing her fingers between her legs. I trembled at the thought that the sight of my body aroused her. I looked over at the two surfer guys and they had big grins on their faces. One of them sported a huge hard-on and was scratching it subconsciously with an errant finger. I wasn’t sure if he knew I saw. In fact, I could hardly think beyond what I saw. I felt so naked and exposed and pointlessly clothed, and yet strangely safe with Johan by my side. The Ben Wahs clicked as I walked and only stopped when I picked up my towel, shook it and wrapped it around me.
“What are you doing?” asked Johan, rubbing himself down and pulling on his t-shirt.
“Getting dry.” It wasn’t true. I just wanted to cover up for a minute. Just till everyone stopped staring.
“When you are done, give me the towel.” It only took a moment before I handed it to him. “Turn around.”
I was facing the surfers. Johan proceeded to vigorously rub me down, yet he was careful not to dry my bikini. He had me lean forward a little while he dried my legs. The surfers were goggle-eyed and staring unashamedly. I looked over my shoulder and felt Johan twist the plug. I moaned a little and glanced at my topless friend. She was looking right at me, leaning on her elbow while her other hand had two fingers under the edge of her bikini, stroking her cunt. She stoped, reaching up and lifting her sunglasses to gaze into my eyes. Amazingly, she slipped her fingers into her mouth and sucked them.
Moaning softly, I licked my lips and turned back to the surfer guys. The one with the big hard-on was now squeezing his cock through his pants. A big wet stain crept out across the fabric and he turned beet red.
Oh, my God, I thought. He came in his pants. I giggled as Johan straightened me up and from the corner of my eye I watched as the young guy got his gear together and scrambled away in the direction of the car park. His friend was right behind him asking, “Dude, what’s wrong?”
My pussy was tingling, contracting uncontrollably around the Ben Wahs every twenty seconds or so. My mouth was dry as Johan took my hand. “Your sandals are in front of you. Slip them on.”
Without even thinking I did as he said, picking up our stuff and walking back up to the car park with him, holding his hand. It was of surreal and kind of dreamy. The hiss in my ears was a dull background hum and I was amazed I’d managed to do what I’d done. My slick pussy lips slipped back and forth against each other as I walked, and the click, click, click of the Ben Wahs was relentless. But I was exhilarated!
We had to do this again sometime. Maybe I would get to flash someone. Actually deliberately flash my cunt at a stranger. I’d like to try that. A fresh rush of adrenaline ran through me. Could I do that? I wondered. I could feel my nipples crinkling again. I was feeling good and I smiled broadly. We approached the Mustang and we were almost there. I’d done it! I’d actually worn my see-through bikini to the beach, and I hadn’t been arrested!
Johan walked with me up to the passenger side of the car and tossed our things in the back seat. I was away with the fairies. Shaking the salt out of my drying hair, I ran my fingers through it and brushed bits of sand from my tingling skin. There were only three other cars left in the car park.
Johan stepped in close to me, wrapping his arms gently around me. I smiled as he held me, his warmth spreading through me. As my arms encircled him and my hands caressed up his muscular back, I became acutely aware of his hardening cock against my tummy and my body melted. “Mmmmmm ...” I moaned softly, closing my eyes and clenching the Ben Wahs all over again.
He was holding my clothes in one of his hands, using them to brush any sand that might have clung to my back. His other hand caressed downward to my ass and rested on it gently. Softly squeezing, he leaned into my ear and the feel of his breath made the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I could feel my nipples pressing against his chest. God, they ached!
“Take off the bikini.”
I felt a swift tremble run through my body and my legs felt weak. I needed to sit down. Somehow reading my mind, Johan’s hand on my ass tightened and took some of my weight. I wrapped a leg around his thigh, crushing my wet pussy against it and moaning aloud into his sparse blonde chest hair.
“Ohhh ...”
He licked my ear and continued. “I want you to take off your bikini. Hang it over the mirror again, both pieces.”
I leaned back and looked up into his clear blue eyes. I felt like I was drunk with pleasure. I was very slowly rolling my hips, caressing my pussy against his thigh. I swallowed. Then suddenly I was standing there alone. Johan had taken a step back from me and was leaning against the car, my clothes in his fist, waiting. I only hesitated a moment before I untied my top and was sliding the bottoms over my hips and down my smooth legs. The feelings were all crashing into each other and all I could do was giggle as I stood up with my bikini in my hands, completely naked.
Then the spell broke and a panic raced through me. I looked around, biting my lip. Wasting no time, I leaned over the door to hang my bottoms and tie the top to the car’s mirror. As I did so, Johan ran his fingers up the inside of my thigh and wiggled the plug in my ass again.
I gasped. “Oooo ...”
He smacked my ass lightly and pressed his other hand into the small of my back, pinning me. He leaned down again, kissed my shoulder and spoke quietly. “My dirty girl needs a few quick smacks.”
He leaned back up again and before I knew it, a firm, rapid-fire smack smack smack rained down on each of my cheeks. It completely took my breath away and I could hardly think. The warmth quickly spread over my ass and my hard little clit tingled. “Ohhhh, Jesus ...” I moaned. Johan let me up and handed my clothes to me. I took them and put them on like I was in a trance, buzzing. I felt like I could do anything, and yet in moments I was standing there, fully clothed like nothing had happened. I was pretty sure no one had seen a thing!
I jumped into the car giggling and was brought right back down the earth. My breasts bounced a lot and my nipples ached as they dragged up and down under the material of my tank top. Not only that, but I had a sharp reminder of the toy in my ass and gritted my teeth, pressing my hand down onto the seat and lifting a hip. That plug was starting to get annoying. But that wasn’t the worst of it. The worst was yet to come.
“How about that drink?” Johan asked. “I feel like a beer.” I didn’t get a chance to respond before he continued. “We’ll go down to Ernie’s.”
We swung out of the parking lot and sped down the road, wind whipping my hair. I seemed to remember reading somewhere that Ernie’s was a strip club. Silently I clasped my hands together, burying them between my legs and pressing the heels of my palms into my pussy. Tightening my thighs around them, it felt wonderful and tingles surged out, spreading down both arms and legs, raising goose bumps all over my skin. I looked down and my breasts were pushed together and the edge of a nipple was sticking out. I slumped in the leather seat, resting my head back against it as I sighed. I hoped there wouldn’t be too many people there, it was only just after midday.
Looking down at my throbbing nipples, I shivered, wondering, God, what will they think of me?
Chapter 6
It was a little after midday. We were driving south along the beachfront down to where the bars and clubs were located. It was only a few minutes down the road and I hardly had time to gather my thoughts.
For someone who had never taken her sexuality outside the walls of her home, I’d done more flashing today than I thought I’d ever do! Well ... It wasn’t really flashing. More ‘flaunting’, I guess. God, I felt so deliciously wicked. Driving down the road in the white Mustang was having the now familiar effect of clicking the Ben Wah balls inside me. My nipples were tingling and the wind blew my blonde hair around my face.
I was starting to feel almost out of control, like events were leading me, rather than the other way around. At the same time, I had the strangest sense of freedom. Like it was fate dictating what happened. I wasn’t responsible. I didn’t make choices. I just did as I was told. It was scary and liberating at the same time!
And it was so exciting. As we got closer to the strip club, I started to blush. I was thankful for my sunglasses. Then suddenly a thought occurred. Surely Johan isn’t going to make me strip. I swallowed and trembled a little. I couldn’t. No way. It would be like I was auditioning for a job there. God, what would THAT be like?
I tried to imagine what a girl would feel like the first time she stripped all her clothes off in front of a room full of men. Dancing and twirling and teasing. Strangers. Ogling. Reaching for her body. Tossing money. Stroking their cocks. Oh God. I couldn’t do it.
My breathing shortened and I glanced down at my chest and fell back in the leather seat, groaning softly. There wasn’t much left to the imagination wearing this top without a bra. I mean, I’d seen other girls wearing tops like this, with their nipples poking out, so why not me? I trembled again, thinking how blatantly sexual it was. I wished I had panties on. Then I remembered Johan’s deep voice, telling me exactly what I wanted to hear. And exactly what I didn’t want to hear ... “I’m going to make your sordid fantasies come true, my dirty little slut.” But I never said I wanted to take off my clothes in a strip club, in front of strangers! I hadn’t realised I was squeezing my thighs together.
Suddenly we were pulling into the parking lot. I looked the place over, and it seemed okay. From the outside, the only difference between this place and any other bar on the coast was the huge flashing neon sign, announcing, ‘STRIPPERS HERE!’
We pulled into the parking lot and parked with our backs to the building, looking over the road and down the hill to the beach. Johan cut the rumbling engine then looked at me and smiled. “You’ve never been inside a place like this before, have you, baby?”
I was breathing so hard I could barely speak. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “N-No. Never.”
“We’ll just get a couple of beers and check it out, okay?”
“B-But why here? There’s plenty of other places,” I whined.
“Because women take off their clothes in here,” he said, winking at me.
“I’m not taking my clothes off,” I said, pouting.
Johan took a moment to ponder that comment. He gazed through the windshield, into the distance.
Pleasenopleasenopleaseno ...
After what seemed like forever, he finally spoke. “Okay. You can keep your clothes on. For now.”
“Really?” I cried joyfully. I was so relieved I practically leapt into his arms and bruised my hip on the gearshift. Hugging him tightly, I kissed his tanned forehead and felt him breathing on the sensitive skin of my collarbone.
“Don’t assume you will always get your own way, little one,” he whispered, leaning back. “And I’m allowed to change my mind, you know.”
I sat back in my seat and sighed. “Yes, baby. I know. I’m just really nervous. This is all happening so fast and I’m really not ready to strip in front of strangers.”
“My, my. You certainly think I have a devious mind, don’t you?” he chuckled.
I blushed. “Well!” I harrumphed in mock displeasure, crossing my arms.
He had a big smile on his face and I stuck my tongue out at him. “You’re adorable. C’mon, it’ll be fun. You’ll get to see what it’s like inside a place like this, and I’ll be there to keep you out of trouble.”
“What about the toys? And I look like a whore!”
“You do not,” he said with a sense of finality. Then he continued softly, “You look like a beautiful carefree young woman unashamed of her assets. You are sexy and beautiful, and you should remember that.”
I uncrossed my arms and leaned a little towards him and whispered. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he said, smiling into my eyes. “Tell me about the toys.”
“The butt plug is a bit uncomfortable,” I said, smiling softly back at him.
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nbsp; “You can take it out as soon as we leave.”
“Thank you, baby,” I said and grinned, leaning up and kissing the corner of his mouth. I was pleased with myself.
“How about a bit of lube in the meantime?” he asked in a whisper.
“That would be perfect, darling. Thank you.”
The lube was in the beach bag on the back seat, and I got up onto my knees and half turned around to fetch it. I didn’t need to though. Johan was already rummaging for it. I waited while he found it, then watched with my mouth open as he squirted the lube onto his fingers and promptly reached between my legs. I gasped and frantically looked around. I was in a convertible in broad daylight! Putting my hands on his shoulders, I held my breath. I tried closing my eyes to shut out the world but it didn’t work. Noise from the road distracted me and I realised if someone was going to see me, I wanted to know about it.
His fingers touched me and I shuddered. They slid under the flanges of the plug and massaged my hot asshole. His fingers worked the lube around, back and forth and all over. His rhythmic movements caused the plug to stretch my ass in pulses. Now lubed up, it felt delicious and I remembered to breathe. “Ohhhh ...”
“Better?” he whispered.
“Mmmmmm ... much.” He withdrew his hand and I sighed. Don’t stop baby, please don’t stop ... Surprised by my thoughts, I blushed harder and quickly looked around again. I didn’t think anyone saw. Then I turned toward the bar. I was pretty sure no one could see out of the windows either. They looked painted over to me. I shook my head and sat down properly in the seat of the car.
Johan chuckled and shook his head. “I’m having such fun. I never knew just how far I could go with you, did I Shannon?”
I swallowed before I answered. My mouth was getting dry. “I can’t believe all the things I’ve done today.”
“One more thing before we go in.”
“Okay.”
I looked at him suspiciously as he opened a small jar and handed it to me. “What is it?” I asked, taking the jar and sniffing it.
“Tiger balm. Rub a little into your nipples, then we’ll go in.”
