My fiancé, Emily, is a sexual dynamo….but while anything goes in and around the home, her experiences of outdoor sex remain woefully limited.
That includes outdoor sex with herself, with me, and with unsuspecting strangers from afar. She has told me that the idea of flashing, public masturbation, and definitely sex with me outdoors is intoxicating to her.
We have had a few instances together…..fumbling in the cinema….her flashing me (and only me) in a cafe forecourt,…and sex on a holiday beach…but the time is ripe for new things now, and there are so many things I want her to experience.
With Emily, baby steps are the way to go. I have to get her to do something relatively low-key, and then just wait as the feelings it brings with it grow until she can’t help herself.
So, thin summer dresses….nothing underneath. We both have some divine cotton summer dresses that don’t show anything, but I bought us a pair of dresses that borderline being fractionally too thin. Nipples and areolas show through, especially mine which are quite dark. Neither of us have pubic hair, but then the absences of something can be highly erotic too. Anyone looking at us scoping us out will notice our boobs first, but when they glance down for a look at our panties, they will first realise we aren’t wearing any which will then make then wonder is they can see our pubic hair, which, not being able to will make them realise we don’t have any!
“Fuck! I might as well be naked.” Emily turned this way and that in front of the mirror, and although she sounded cross, she didn’t look it.
“Only one thing better than being naked sweetie…and that’s being almost naked. We are going to cause some spontaneous erections and some wet panties today. Trust me.”
We got into my car, put the roof down, and drove into the city. On the way, Emily treated me to a flash of her pussy (yuck! I hate that fucking word) and further complicated things by touching herself and then holding her fingers to my nose….bitch!
Once parked in a multi-story car park, I figured the fun should begin. As we walked down the staircase, I reached behind her and lifted her dress over her bum. There was no-one to see, but I wanted her to feel exposed. After having flipped her dress up, I ran my hand over her tight bum. Then I turned her around, pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately. Now I could use both hands to lift her dress right up. She responded beautifully by moaning and begging me to finger her off….not yet, sweetie…not yet.
I stopped as abruptly as I started. “You fucking tease! I’m dripping!” Well, that was the plan. So…..coffee…I think.
We stopped at a street cafe and ordered. I wanted us to be outside for a reason. I made sure Emily sat on a chair that faced the others, while mind faced her sideways on. I could see both her and the majority of the chairs and tables outside.
I can control many thing, but not the general public, not who sits where, but then again, I have always been lucky. Our first piece of luck came in the form of a girl about 18 or 19. She was on her own and sat with a yummy looking hot chocolate facing Emily. I told Emily to wait until I told her, but then to look in her bag for something. “As you lean over, just let your knees part enough to hold your balance. Make sure she sees up your dress.” I picked my moment. Once settled, girls will always check out their surroundings, and especially each other. We are, I think, bitches at heart. “Mm she could do with losing a few pounds…..honestly, does she think that dress suits her…seriously? Thong showing? That’s so last year…etc/“ So when the girl looked at Emily I just said “now”.
Emily got it just right, and flashed the girl to perfection. From where I was I saw the girl’s cheeks blush. “Do it again…for longer.” I spoke in barely a whisper. Emily did, and the girl’s eyes never left my fiancés crotch. “Now, kiss me.” Again in a whisper. Emily leaned in and kissed me long and deep. When I looked out of the corner of my eye, the girl was still watching us, and, I noticed, Emily;s legs were still open. As we broke our kiss, the girl stood up and walked into the coffee shop.
I timed her. She was in there for exactly 8 minutes. Way too long for a pee..or anything else….when she came out, it wasn’t just her cheeks that were flushed a bright red. She walked off, (leaving half her drink unfinished.) “well” I said triumphantly “ no prizes for guessing what she was doing in there!”
You see, I think that’s an essentially female thing. A girl can take pleasure in sexual behaviour between two other girls, even if she isn’t bi or lesbian herself. I don’t think it’s the same with guys. (If I’m wrong, please tell me.) I think guys want to join in, while a girl can enjoy watching far more, and rubbing one out as, when and if the opportunity presents itself.
Emily said “I’m really wet! I mean really wet!” She didn’t have to tell me….I knew…from the days of our panty-flashing club at school…I knew…and when, in our final year, we graduated to sometimes not wearing panties…just sitting in a semi-circle showing our bare vulvas, oh yes…I knew what exposure can do as an aphrodisiac.
But more to come. What I needed now was a couple…or even a family. We walked through the city centre and window shopped for a while. Then, as luck would have it, I saw a couple just taking their seats at another food-court type restaurant. (Actually, I think some of these places just put chairs and tables outside with no licence to do so. I want to do this with my newly acquired cafes, and the licence fee to use the sidewalk is painfully high.)
He was sitting facing his partner, so I positioned myself directly in his line of sight over her shoulder. I sat down with a flourish and wafted my dress up enough to show him I was naked under it. Just the briefest flash. Guys, I think, have a radar for cunt. They can be deeply in love with someone, but an available cunt is an available cunt. I spent the next half hour treating him to longer and longer flashes of my sex. At one point, his partner turned around to look over her shoulder at us. No doubt she knew his attention was elsewhere. As she turned, I engaged Emily in conversation and we looked perfectly normal.
They left before we did. “Emily, I will bet you that one of several things happens now. A) they will have the most almighty row. B) he will masturbated thinking about me, C) if she isn’t shaved, he will ask her to or D) when he fucks her, he will be imagining sinking his duck into my smooth cunt.”
We had lunch then I sent Emily to fly solo. She got the idea perfectly and I watched as she flashed herself in a variety of situations.
That stair well back to my car was put to good use as we both fingered each other off, both of us squirting copiously as we came. We weren’t seen, but it wouldn’t have stopped us if we had been.
Back home, Emily said she wanted to do it again…and in more risky surroundings.
To hear is to obey!
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