Teasing The Men: Public Exhibitionism

by Gemma Harrington

  Teasing The Men - Public Exhibitionism

  By

  Gemma Harrington

  www.gemmaerotica.com

  Copyright © 2016 by Gemma Harrington. All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher.

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  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter One

  Wearing no underwear had an effect on me that I'd never have imagined. The cool air whispering over my shaved pussy mound as I walked down the high street with my husband, made me feel sexy, naughty, and more than ready to do what Sam had suggested.

  When my husband had first suggested that I show myself off to random strangers, I did what any good Catholic girl would do — I refused, outright, and with a choice of words that had turned the air blue.

  It hadn't taken Sam long to persuade me that it was a good idea though. Sam knew me well, and with a few imaginary descriptions of strange men staring at my cunt as I opened and closed my legs, I was sold on the idea, and jumped at the chance to try it out.

  So, there we were, hand in hand, walking through town on our way to the train station. My little red skirt barely covered the plump curves of my arse cheeks, but my long coat hid my modesty until I felt ready to throw my modesty, and any morals I had left, out of the window.

  With no bra on below my tight white t-shirt, I kept my coat firmly fastened and held a protective hand across the lapels to ward off any rogue gusts of wind.

  Sam had a plan. A dirty plan, a plan that made little rivulets of cunt juice trickle from my hole and smear my inner thighs. His plan was to first find a bar where I could show myself off to a random man, followed by a trip on the train where I could make somebody's journey far more exciting than they could have ever imagined it was going to be.

  The thought of men getting hard in their trousers as I flashed my cunt to them was enticing and nerve-wracking at the same time. I'd thought of nothing else in the week building up to our expedition, and had come over and over again as Sam had fucked me, telling me how turned on I would be, making strange men hard as I showed them what was beneath my long coat and short skirt.

  The thought of men jerking off when they got home because I'd teased them into a lustful frenzy was intriguingly sexy, and I couldn't wait to find the first man who would fall prey to my female allure and charms. Or my shaved cunt and pert little tits — whatever floated their boat.

  Sam squeezed my hand gently. "How about that bar?" he said, nodding at a place on our right. The doors were wide open and the tall pane glass windows revealed a busy interior with plenty of men dotted around for me to show myself off to.

  I took a deep breath and nodded. "It's as good a place as any," I said, feeling my stomach flip.

  My husband smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "After you," he said, steering me towards the doorway.

  The click of my high heels on the pavement soon gave way to the throb of music inside the bar, and a blast of heat hit my face as we entered.

  "You find a seat," said Sam, "I'll get the drinks. Make sure you find somewhere where men can see you."

  Sam left my side and veered right towards the bar. I glanced around the room, looking for a suitable spot to sit, and settled on a corner booth that could be seen from most of the large room.

  The soft upholstery tickled my bare legs as I sat down, and I opened my coat a little as I crossed my legs under the table, feeling sticky pussy juice on my thighs.

  Sam winked at me from the bar, and I gave him a smile, already aware that I'd attracted the attention of a few men in the room. I was what Sam referred to as a head turner, and I wasn't being vain when I said I knew what he meant.

  I was blond, pretty, and had the type of figure that men couldn't help sneaking a glance at, whether they were in the company of their wives, girlfriends, or on their own. I was what could be described as curvy, with an arse that even I could see was begging to be touched. It was the feature I was proudest of, and I had no qualms about showing it off in the tightest of clothes whenever I got the chance.

  It was different on that day though. I wasn't simply going to be showing my arse off in a pair of tight jeans, I was going to be opening my legs and showing off my dripping wet fuckhole to any man who happened to take an interest in me, and it was exciting.

  I returned one man's polite smile with a flick of my hair and a swipe of my tongue over my bottom lip, and felt butterflies in my stomach as his eyes dropped below the table for a moment, studying my legs.

  He was a few years younger than me, in his early twenties perhaps, and he was sitting alone at a table a few metres away from the booth I'd chosen, a pint of beer cradled in front of him and an open newspaper spread across the table.

  He moved his eyes back up my body and I opened my coat a little further, allowing him a glimpse of my erect nipples beneath the tight white cotton of my t-shirt.

  He smiled again and shifted in his seat as I opened my coat further and slid it off my shoulders, allowing it to fall in a heap on the seat around me.

  He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at my tits, and I gave him a wink when he finally moved his eyes back to my face.

  He began to stand up, presumably to approach the woman that he thought he'd bagged for the night, but sat down again quickly when my husband arrived at the table carrying our drinks.

  "I've got a live one on the hook," I said, not quite believing that I'd taken to the whole thing so well. Only a week before, I'd been telling my husband that there was no way on earth that I'd expose myself to strangers, yet there I was, only minutes after entering a bar, teasing a young man and totally enjoying the experience.

  "Where?" said Sam, glancing to his left and right. "Which one?"

  "He's behind you," I said, pushing my tits forward as my admirer sneaked another glance.

  Sam sat down with his back to the stranger, and pulled his seat to the side so he wasn't blocking the man's view. "Pretend you don't want me to know you're doing it," he said, "I'll tell you what to do, and you tell me what he does. Don't make it obvious though, I want him to think that I don't know my wife's showing herself off to him."

  I took a sip of wine. "Okay," I said, "tell me what to do."

  Sam smiled — a great big dirty smile that made me laugh. "Open your legs under the table, and tell me when he looks at your cunt," he said, spinning his beer bottle on a paper coaster.

  I licked my lips and glanced at the stranger. He averted his eyes as mine met his, and pretended to read his newspaper.

  Cautiously, I uncrossed my legs and sighed as fresh air rolled over my swollen lips. "I'm soaking wet," I said, as Sam watched my face. "Really wet I mean."

  "That just means you were born to do this," he smiled, "open those legs wide and show that man your cunt, Jessica."

  Slowly, I parted my thighs, watching the strangers face as I felt my pussy widening and my thigh muscles stretching. He looked up from his paper and his eyes opened in shock as he glanced beneath the table at my shaved cunt, which was wide open and on show.

  I turned my face to Sam. "He's seen it," I said, slowly wriggling my a
rse on my seat and rolling my hips seductively, amazed at the amount of juice that I could feel welling from my hole.

  "What's he doing?"

  I turned my head. "Staring. He's licking his lips and staring at my pussy, Sam. It's so horny, I've never felt so horny before."

  "Smile at him," said my husband, stroking his stubble. "Just a quick sexy smile, and then turn back to me, as if we're having a conversation."

  The man looked up from my cunt as I turned my head towards him, and he blushed red as I gave him my sexiest smile, allowing my tongue to briefly trace the shape of my top lip. He smiled back at me, and averted his eyes to his newspaper, his chest heaving as he took deep breaths, and his fingers shaking on his beer glass.

  "He's turned on," I said, returning my attention to Sam. "He's bright red, and his hand is shaking."

  "Touch yourself," commanded my husband. "Don't look at him, just put your hand under the table and finger yourself."

  Keeping my attention on my husband, I lowered a hand beneath the table top and shivered with pleasure as my fingers grazed my hot sticky gash.

  "Oh, my God," I said under my breath. "I could make myself come in seconds if I wanted to."

  I found my clit and gave it a rub, finding it very difficult not to look at the man I was performing for. "Are you hard?" I said to Sam, wetting my lips with my tongue. "Is this turning you on?"

  "Fuck yeah, I'm hard," he said, "and I can guarantee that the man who's watching you is too. Look at him, tell me what he's doing."

  I turned my head slowly and rubbed my clit a little harder as the man smiled at me and returned his gaze to my pussy. One of his hands was beneath his table, and his face was a mask of desire.

  "I think he's touching his dick," I said.

  "Carry on what you're doing," said Sam, his voice betraying his excitement as his words caught in his throat. "Give the man a show he won't forget."

  I moved two fingers to my aching hole and pushed them inside, trembling as my pussy squeezed them and I teetered on the edge of an orgasm.

  "Don't come," said Sam, reading my facial expressions. "Keep it going. Tease the man. He wants to fuck you, Jessica. How does that feel? How does it feel to know that a total stranger is watching you finger fuck yourself, and knowing that he's dying to ram his hard cock inside you?"

  I pushed my fingers deeper and moaned in my throat. "It feels amazing," I said, "I've never felt so sensitive down there. My cunt's on fire and my clit is throbbing."

  "Pull your fingers out and lick them as you're watching him. Clean every last drop of juice off them and keep your eyes on his eyes."

  I did as my husband asked, gasping as my wet hole closed as my fingers slid from within it. I looked at the man, directly in his eyes, and brought my hand to my face, slowly parting my lips as I inserted the two sticky fingers into my mouth, swiping my tongue across them as I sucked them in.

  The man stared at me, his body hunched over his newspaper and his arm moving slowly as he did something under the table.

  I slid my fingers in and out of my mouth, slowly at first, but gaining speed as he watched me, his mouth open and his eyes twinkling in the dim lights of the bar.

  Sam drank the last of his beer in one long swallow. "Okay," he said, "take your fingers out of your mouth, and stand up when I stand up. We're going to leave now, and I don't want you to look at him again. Just let him keep the memories he's already got of you."

  I closed my legs, adjusted my skirt, and pulled my coat back over my shoulders, my fingers trembling as I fumbled with the large buttons at the front. "Where are we going next?" I said, trying my best not to look at my admirer.

  "We've got a train to catch," said my husband, standing up and offering me his hand. I took it and allowed him to lead me from the bar, my eyes staying focused on the doorway and my cunt throbbing with lust. I wanted nothing more than to turn around and blow the man a kiss, but I stayed strong, and soon we were outside in the fresh air, walking towards the train station.

  Chapter Two

  The platform was relatively empty, and as the train approached, Sam put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me tight into his side, kissing me on my forehead. "This time," he said, "we're going to pretend we're not together. I'm going to sit a few seats away from you, and watch. I want you to sit with a man and tease him, and if anything happens just go with the flow, as they say."

  "What do you mean if something happens?"

  Sam smiled, the furrows on his forehead narrowing as he leaned close to my ear and whispered. "If he wants to touch you, let him," he said, "and if you want to touch him, feel free to."

  "But it's a train," I said, "people will see!"

  "This is a quiet line, and most people will get off two stops away for the connecting train to London. You'll have plenty of privacy then," said Sam, taking a step away from me as the train began drawing to a halt in front of us, its brakes squealing and people gazing out of the windows. "Remember, from now on, you don't know me, and I don't know you. We're strangers on a train."

  I pulled my coat tight around me, and nodded, my mouth dry but my pussy wet. "Enjoy the show," I said, stepping towards the door which was sliding open. "I'll try and make it a good one."

  Sam nodded and entered the train behind me, turning right as I turned left.

  The unique aroma of train upholstery mingled with the various fragrances of women's perfumes and men's aftershaves, and as I walked along the narrow walkway looking for a seat, the smell of coffee became strong.

  I soon spotted the coffee drinker and decided he would be the perfect man to tease. He was sitting alone in a set of seats made for four people, with two seats opposite each other. I smiled as I reached him and pointed at the seats opposite his. "Do you mind if I sit here," I said, flicking my hair from out of my eyes and opening my coat just enough to show a glimpse of cleavage.

  "No," he said, taking a furtive look at my tits. "Please do."

  Another four people shared the carriage with us, and as the train pulled away from the station, my husband walked past us and took a seat behind the man I'd chosen to tease, out of view to him, but able to see what I was doing. He gave me a wink as he settled back in his seat, and I gave him a sly smile before turning my attention to the man opposite me.

  I guessed he was in his mid-thirties, and he was dressed in a smart pinstripe suit, complete with a brown leather briefcase on the seat next to him. His dark wavy hair was tousled and he had a few days' stubble on his angular chin. He was what I would have classed as masculine and handsome, and as he gazed out of the window into the darkening evening, my excitement built as I realised what I was about to do.

  With my coat buttons undone, I opened the front, showing off my long legs which I crossed in front of me, my skirt barely hiding my modesty. My nipples strained against my t-shirt as I pushed out my tits a little and pretended to concentrate on my mobile phone, which I slipped from my pocket.

  Keeping him in my peripheral vision, my heart beat a little faster as I saw him move his head slowly and let his eyes linger on the tops of my thighs, his tongue darting out of his mouth as he sneaked a peek.

  The train picked up speed, and the bouncing of the carriage made my tits shake and wobble, while my clit throbbed relentlessly from the vibrations that came through my seat.

  Pretending to yawn, I pushed my chest out further, enjoying the fact that the man couldn't take his eyes off me as he crossed his own legs, presumably to hide the effect I was having on him. The thought that a complete stranger, who was sitting only a couple of feet away from me, may have had an erection which I'd caused, only made me more brave, and I caught my husband's approving eye as I crossed my legs in the opposite direction, briefly displaying my excited cunt.

  The man coughed and fiddled with the clasp of his briefcase, his face turning a shade of red, and his tongue flicking in and out of his mouth as he tried to take his eyes off me.

  Juice trickled from my pussy as I shifted my weight, aware that I
was being studied intently. With a nod at my husband who stared at me with lust written all over his face, I put my feet flat on the floor, and slowly, centimetre by centimetre, began opening my legs, keeping my focus on the screen of my phone.

  The man made a sound in his throat and I dared to look at him. He was staring between my legs, his hands in his lap, and the thick vein that ran up the side of his neck throbbing. I wondered what other veins in his body were throbbing, and opened my legs a little more as his eyes met mine and he gave me a half smile.

  He blushed slightly as I returned his smile, and I wriggled my arse on the seat as he lowered his eyes again and coughed.

  I plucked up more courage and spread my legs even further, aware that the train was slowing as we approached a station. Somebody in front of me stood up to retrieve their bag from the overhead storage and I closed my legs quickly and looked at the man. "Don't worry," I said quietly, seeing his disappointment. "I've got much more in store for you."

  He nodded and took a deep breath. "Okay," he said, the realisation that I wanted him to look at me dawning on his face. There would be no need for sneaky glances and the fear of being caught. He could look at me without worrying that I might think he was some sort of sex pest, and he looked relieved to have that knowledge.

  The train drew to a halt and people began getting off. I moved a hand to my chest, and staring at the man, tweaked a nipple between my forefinger and thumb and gave him a quick wink.

  He moved his hand in his lap and I glanced down at the large bulge that pushed the pinstripes of his trousers upwards.

  As the train began moving again I looked at Sam who was covering his own bulge as he watched me. He gave me the smallest of smiles and used his eyes to convey a message… a message that said, 'go on get on with it.'

  I turned my attention back to the man and began opening my legs again, smiling to myself as he leaned forward to get a better view of my swollen pussy.