by Poppy Romero
“You might want to straighten up a little.” He grinned, looking down.
I looked. My bikini bottoms were still pulled to one side, exposing a generous amount of flesh down one side. My blush returned in full force. I straightened up, imagining what would have happened if anyone had seen me. It didn't seem like anyone had, but the seam on one side had been caught in my slit – at least half of my pussy was on full display for anyone to see.
I blushed, embarrassed at the idea anyone except Dan might have seen my body. Little did I know I'd get to test out that theory later the same day...
The rest of the day was just holiday stuff. Walking round town, enjoying the summer, holding hands with Dan. We carried on, just walking round town talking, and later on ended up going out for a meal.
I spent the whole evening running my foot up the inside of his leg, ending up resting it squarely between his legs, feeling his heavy balls against my toes. I could feel his dick resting down the inside of his shorts, and tried to angle my foot up the leg of them.
Eventually, I had it nestling against the side of my toes, warm and reassuring. It felt swollen and heavy, as though on the brink of stiffening. Every time I felt it go down, I'd shift in my seat, give it a little stroke, and he'd look up at me.
I let him off the hook towards the end of the dessert course, give him a chance of being able to stand up, poor thing.
“I have a favour to ask.” He said, as the waiter took our plates away.
“Does it have anything to do with the room when we get back?”
He shook his head, smiling. “More to do with the way back. I need you to get something for me.”
I frowned. “Like what?”
He looked down at my shirt. “I kind of need your bikini top.”
I laughed, blushing a little. “My bikini?”
“Yes.”
I sat back in my seat. “And what do you need the bikini for?”
He shrugged. “Easy access.”
I folded my arms and looked at him across the table. He didn't know about the incident at school, or how it affected my earliest fantasies. Still he had that expectant half-smile on his face. I suppose it was my fault for winding him up all evening. Plus we'd been drinking, since neither of us was driving.
I coughed and stood up, straightening my shirt. “I'll just be a second.”
I came back out of the bathroom and walked straight over to Dan, who held his hand out to take mine.
Instead, I slipped my bikini bottoms into his hand.
At first he glanced at them, then did a double-take as he realised that it wasn't the top. He looked at my shirt, and after a quick look around to see we didn't have anyone's attention, I pulled it taut, showing him the lack of bikini top as well. His face broke into a surprised grin.
When we got outside I started to doubt my decision a little when I felt how much colder it was. I could feel my nipples hardening under my shirt, and it brought back memories of that day at school; only this wasn't just a classroom with a few people, this was the middle of a busy town on a Friday night.
As soon as Dan found us an alleyway to slip down, he grabbed my waist and pulled me into it. He pressed me up against the wall, and kissed me on the lips hard, his hands all over my breasts. His hands felt hot, sending floods of warmth through my chest, easing the chill in my nipples. I pressed my hips into him, feeling myself starting to get turned on by his groping in the seedy alleyway, but he pulled away.
“Come on. We've got a little further to go yet.”
He was determined to tease me a little longer, drive me crazy and then make me beg for him. I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling my nipples starting to harden against my arm.
Back on the street, I felt more exposed than ever walking through the crowd, but with Dan at my side I felt a little braver. In fact I was starting to feel good, strolling through town with nobody around me any the wiser to my exhibitionism.
Dan kept his arm around my waist as we continued through town, his hand resting in my pocket. The bastard was teasing me even then, using his fingertips to stroke the inside of my hip as we walked along. Something about his stroking the skin where the hem of my underwear should have been was bringing back a little of the excitement from earlier.
Like I said back in the first part, this idea of being seen through my clothes had always formed part of my fantasies, and I decided to play with it a little. Now I could look back on my experience on the beach in hindsight, it was a little bit of a turn on as well. Now I’ve grown a little more, I know that at first the embarrassment is overwhelming, but after a little while, the danger and the risk make anything seem sexier.
As we walked, I moved my hands down a little so they were underneath my breasts, uncovering the nipples to the cold night air. It felt sharp and cold, and I felt them hardening against the fabric. If I pulled the shirt taut, they would stick out like bullets for anyone to see. As it was, if they looked closely, they might notice them bouncing a little more than usual.
As we got near the taxi rank, a group of lads walked past. God help me, but something got the better of me, and I pulled the shirt tighter, feeling a thrill as I put myself on display to them. Most of them were looking at each other, but as they passed one of them – a quieter looking guy near the back – turned his head as I passed.
They kept going, and we stopped at the taxi rank, but as they passed higher up the street he glanced back again. I felt so exposed with him looking me up and down like that, knowing that only one thin layer of fabric lay between my body and his lustful gaze.
Dan knew exactly what he was doing parading me through town like this. I needed to get fucked, and I needed it badly.
It was even worse – or maybe better, looking back - when we got to the taxi rank and got in a car. We were both in the back seats so I got to curl up with my head in Dan's lap and my hand on his thigh.
This time I pretty much just rubbed him to stiffness through his shorts, arranging myself so he could see down my shirt, let him see for sure I'd obeyed his instructions.
I guess from the front seat it must have looked dirty, since we got the odd remark from the driver about me still keeping my head down. Dan just laughed and said I was tired, but I snuggled into his lap, feeling his dick through his jeans as I nuzzled my head against it.
The rest of the journey was basically me teasing him with my fingertips, trying not to move so that the driver wouldn't be able to see from the front seat. I started off just running a fingernail along the line of his thigh, my hand gradually creeping closer between his legs. He shifted in his seat and looked down at me with an eyebrow raised, and I shot back the dirtiest look I could muster.
I finally found the bulge on the inside of his leg, and ran my fingernail along its length, looking up at him the whole time. Him trying not to react was just making me feel dirtier. I thought of just unbuckling his jeans right there in the car, ignoring the protests of the driver in the front, sucking that beautiful fat cock to hardness and then mounting him, riding Dan as we rode through the town.
It wasn't helping my mood, and I just wanted to get to the hotel as soon as humanly possible.
I kept him going until we got back to the hotel, but I didn't want to waste that come of his. As I'd been getting more drunk and teasing him, I'd been thinking more and more about the feeling of it spraying my stomach. I wanted it again. I wanted him to be pleased with me, wanted him to reward me with attention and sex.
I was about to get it, and more.
We got back to the hotel, hands all over each other in the lift. Dan kissed me, sucking on my lips while gently pulling my nipple. His other hand snaked round my waist, pulling me close. He just had this way of getting me uncontrollable to the point that he'd only have to make one dirty suggestion, and I'd do the rest.
I was flushed, my clothes were dishevelled and my nipples were aching under my shirt as we got out of the lift and headed down to our room. I must have looked a sight walking along the
corridor, but the mood I was in, it just gave me a thrill at the idea of being paraded like that.
I was ready to jump him as soon as we got back to the room. The second the door closed I damn near tore my shorts off, throwing them on the bed and starting to unbutton the shirt. Dan however turned back to the door, and took the cord from the dressing gown on the back of the door.
At first I wasn't sure what he was going to do with it, but my heart leapt when he reached behind me and began carefully wrapping it around my wrists.
“You've been a bad girl, teasing me like that.”
I just moaned and tried to writhe against him, but he took a step back, holding me at arms length. He had a glint of amusement in his eyes, but there was something else there too. I squirmed, trying to rub my thighs together, take even a little of the pressure off. It just seemed to make it worse when I realised how wet and slippery I was.
He was in the mood to push my limits, see how far I would go. Maybe it was the experience on the beach, but it turned out I wasn't going to back down any time soon.
I gave him my best puppy-dog eyes, straining against the cord. “I'm sorry. However can I make it up to you?”
I could see him pleased that I was playing the game. “Get on your knees.” He commanded, slowly drawing down his flies.
The way he teased me with his cock was amazing. He drew it out, stroking it slowly as he approached my upturned face. Letting him control me like this was making me burn with desire. I reached out to kiss it, but he moved it to one side, making me beg for it like I was bobbing for a particularly filthy apple.
“Good girls don't do things like this, do they?”
I shook my head, obediently.
“And good girls don't let themselves get fucked at the beach, do they?”
I shook my head again. God he was good at making me squirm.
“So what do good girls do?”
I bit my lip, wriggling to try and squeeze some satisfaction out of my poor, aroused body. “Please...”
He smiled. “Good girls do say please.”
He was driving me crazy. “Please fuck me.”
He just grinned and kept stroking his dick, inches from my open mouth. “Back at the beach, you promised me something. Are you still a good enough girl to do it?”
I moaned, leaning forward. “Please... Please, I'll do anything!”
He ran the tip of his cock around my lower lip. I was panting, desperate for him.
“Anything?”
I closed my mouth around the head, taking a deep, satisfying suck of his bloated head. I released him, and looked back up at him, my desperation obvious. “Anything.”
He grinned and reached behind me, taking the cord like a leash. He gently pulled me to a standing position and slipped his fingers between my legs. As I started to feel myself flush with mounting arousal, he withdrew his fingers and placed them on the door handle.
“How brave do you feel?” He asked, a wicked smile breaking across his face. I just looked at him, still gasping. Did he mean what I thought he meant?
He opened the door, and took a look up and down the corridor. My skin felt electric, exposed to the open corridor outside. He poked his head back in and looked my in the eyes.
“All clear... For now.”
I felt him tugging on the cord around my wrists, pulling me toward the door. I stumbled forward obediently, just my shirt covering my otherwise naked body. I could hardly believe it. Was this really happening?
Stepping through the doorway and into the hall sent a frisson through me, of stunned disbelief and arousal. My legs felt like they could collapse under me at any second. My brain was pinballing back and forth between being terrified of someone seeing me... and kind of wanting someone to see me.
With my hands behind my back my tits were thrust forward, my nipples hard and clearly visible through the fabric. I'd undone the buttons down to my ribcage, so the neckline was open exposing my pale cleavage. The tails of the shirt hung down to my mid-thighs, but underneath there was absolutely nothing else between my dripping pussy and the cool night air.
If anyone had walked past, they could have caught a glimpse of the exposed flesh between my thighs; and the worst of it was, he'd wound me up so much that part of me wished someone would.
We continued on down the hall toward a fire exit that led out to the pool area. I could see what was going through Dan's head – after how far I'd gone at the beach, he wanted to see how much further he could go with me. And I wanted him to test me. I wanted him to walk away from this holiday with the filthiest images of me to talk about when we called each other on the coming lonely nights. I pictured him lying there, pulling on his stiff cock thinking of me and I knew I’d have to make this good, make the images last.
We walked out into the pool area. It was secluded, shaded from the street by large dark hedges and a covered outbuilding for the showers. The night air was cool and sharp against my skin. It didn't look as though anyone was around, but I still got a shiver at the thought of someone seeing me like this.
Dan led me out a little further, to the entrance to the pool area. He stood me next to the gate, and poked his head round the wall.
“OK, go.”
Part of me wished that he had said someone was there, that we should probably go back. But mostly I was feeling excited. Embarrassed, a little scared, but mostly excited thinking about getting caught. Having everyone find out this whole dirty side to me that I was only just uncovering myself.
We stepped into the pool area, him still leading me with the cord. The pool was lit blue from underneath and the loungers and chairs were still set up around the outside, but it was otherwise deserted.
I turned back to Dan. “So what now?”
“Now we find out how far you'll go.”
He slipped a finger between my legs, and I gasped as I felt it slide along my slick lips, finding the deep, hot groove of my pussy and sending a flood of pleasure through my body. His fingertip toyed with the opening to my pussy while he worked the length of his finger along my wet slit.
“Oh god Dan...” I moaned, pressing my head into the crook of his neck. He ran his other hand up the side of my body, cupping my breast firmly as he stroked over the thin fabric of the shirt.
I was in heaven. I could feel his breath, hot in my ear. I could hear the sounds of groups of people on the street on the other side of the hedge. I wanted to come so badly.
Dan took the cord and loosened it, dropping it beside him. “I want to watch you.”
I bit my lip, unsure. “What do you want to watch me doing?”
He nodded toward the pool. “Take a dip.”
I took a step towards the pool, still in my shirt. As I got in to my waist, I shot him a look over my shoulder.
He nodded towards the shallow end of the pool. “Sit back.”
I nodded obediently, and put my elbows up on the edge of the pool, bending over. I looked over my shoulder at him, shamelessly displaying myself to him like a cat on heat. I turned round and leaned back into the shallow end of the pool, legs stretched out in front of me. I imagined what I must look like to him – legs stretched out, waiting for his every instruction. Hopefully a glimpse of my pussy visible under the now floating hem of the shirt.
I looked up at the hotel. The lights were mostly off, and the few that were on looked unoccupied. The thought of someone appearing at a window and looking down at my sexy show turned me on even more, and I raised a knee seductively, looking back at Dan.
“Someone could see me, you know.”
“Someone can see you.” He said, placing his hand over his cock and taking a step closer.
I looked up at him, blushing a little. “You really want to do it here?”
He didn't answer, just started unhooking the flies on his shorts. I let out a moan of anticipation, and let one of my hands wander between my legs.
As Dan withdrew his stiffening length, I ran a finger gently around the tip of my clit. It was so sens
itive, so hot and ready for him after the evening spent cruelly teasing me like this. I wanted to come. I wanted him to come, and the thought of him coming here, on me, shocked me with how raw and arousing the idea became. I'd never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but a second ago I'd spread my legs open from the sheer idea of anyone seeing my body.
The body that was now arching and keening for Dan as I began to circle my clit, eyes fixed on his shaft as he began to stroke it for me. No, not for me – over me. I was his inspiration, his toy, his pornographic plaything, and nothing could have made me hotter.
I closed my eyes and pictured myself on the beach again. I imagined a carousel of filthy images - Dan ripping my shorts down in front of the volleyball players and mounting me in front of everybody. The girls gasping, staring wide eyed at Dan's impressive girth sliding into me, and the guys rubbing themselves through their shorts.
I lay there with my hands between my legs, fantasizing and working off the frustration of the evening's games. Dan was kneeling over me now, moving closer with his rigid cock in his hands. He hooked my leg and pulled me up onto the edge of the pool, and I almost came as I realised he was preparing to fuck me out here, where anyone could catch us.
He moved between my thighs, and I moaned as I spread myself open for him. I didn't care about being seen. In fact I wanted more than anything to be seen. I gasped as he rubbed his firm head against the slickness of my inner lips. Dan looked me dead in the eyes as he lined up.
“Beg me for it.”
His demand awoke a completely primal lust in me, and I bucked my hips, whining “Oh god, do it you bastard... fuck me! Please don't make me wait any longer!”
He grinned, and ploughed into me. I think of all the times I've ever had sex, that was the quickest I’ve ever come with another person. Seeing me playing with myself for him must have had an effect, because it wasn't long before his pumping became faster and faster. I gasped, realising this was it – he wasn't going to pull out.
He stared at me for a second, his mouth open in a shocked O of pleasure, and I felt the first spurt of his warm semen erupting inside me. The heat spread out deliciously inside me and I could feel my arousal spiking. He thrust into me again and I felt the second burst thud into me, the sensation of his virile sperm tipping me over the edge into a powerful orgasm.
