Unfortunately I was working at the time, and I don't like femdom forums mix my job with pleasure. But today I'm not working and it's completely different. I've already seen your cunt four times in the last hour, three times at the blackjack table and once since we've here in the lounge. And I don't mean just glimpses, I mean wide open views between lips and up the hole. You think your being daring by running around all day skimpy young outfits that might, just might, show off more than you intended to show, and admire that in a woman. It takes guts that most women only dream of having. But to experience the thrill in your young game you have to all the way. I'm a stranger to you. I want you to show me your cunt, wide open, no pretenses. I know that this is what you really want, and know it as well. Now, be honest with yourself. Reach down your legs, pull your pants to the side and let me stare at your naked cunt." He didn't threatening, and he didn't sound judgmental (well, maybe a young, it was without criticism), and he spoke the truth. I DID want him to see me. Before Jim could say a word I answered right" in the calmest, coolest voice I could muster. I took another deep drink my Margarita, a deep breath to calm me down a young, and a quick glance at Jim as if asking for his approval, and I sprawled back against the cool vinyl backing of the booth. A quick around the lounge told me that no one could what I was about to do. All the while looking in Bobs eyes, almost as if I was hypnotized, I slowly reached down and pulled Jeans to the side exposing my pussy. Then, as his eyes left mine and dropped to see what he had asked for, took my other hand, dropped it down to meet the first, and I spread my pussy lips apart for Bob's (and my) pleasure. pulse was pounding and I asked myself, was really doing this? Silently he stared at the visual gift that he had asked for and I had freely given. The gaze of his eyes were intense, he signified no change his facial expression, Not a smile, or a smirk, or a grin. Just a stone cold stare. Maybe I was or maybe I wasn't, but without any suggestions at all, other than by I now believe was my own free will, I inserted two fingers into the warm wet stickiness of myself and began masturbating. was for his eyes only to see, but it was for my pleasure as well as his. His never left my pussy. My eyes never left his face. His expression never changed. My fingers deeper and deeper in with calculated abandonment, and my other hand I began rubbing and stroking my clit, sending spasms of delight my entire body. From his position, and mine, I couldn't tell if Jim could see my doing their magic, but he could certainly tell what I was doing. He hadn't said a word. Maybe he was speechless or maybe he was wise not to disturb what was for me a private and almost spiritual I could feel the tension building in my body and I knew that it would escape. I felt myself starting to tremble and I bit down hard on my lip to keep from making any outward sound that might draw the attention of any of the others the lounge. I knew that from the position I was in no one except could see my nakedness, or my or my fingers, but they could damn well my face. Smiling gently now, Bob reached down and inserted his finger inside me as and our fingers worked in tandem for what was now a common goal. I couldn't help myself any longer. I bit down harder my lip, closed my eyes and moaned softly, pushing my pelvic bone down harder and harder against finger and mine, It only moments, but I felt the familiar, always sought after, overwhelming sensation take control over my body and with a spasm and soft cry from deep in my chest I came. Not caring now about anything, naked body, my loss of composure, Bob, Jim, the others in the lounge, at all, I lay my head down on the table and quietly sobbed as the warm spasms wracked my body. Jim's hand was on my and he was rubbing the back of my neck with gentle caresses. legs felt wet and rubbery and my breath was coming in short bursts. Finally, slowly, pleasure began to decrease and I started to regain control. It was the most overwhelming orgasm I had ever had. I around the bar to see if anyone had observed my temporary but everything looked the same as before. No one had seemed to notice. I looked deeply into Bob's and said quietly "Thank you." Then I turned to Jim. "I love you so much it hurts," I said, and once again I burst into tears of happiness and release and Jim and I kissed with long kisses were meant only for us and I was unashamed. As we left the lounge Bob had one more suggestion. Once again it caught us off guard. "How would like to by the house for dinner? I'd like to introduce you to my wife, and we always enjoy company. is, of course, unless you have other plans. I certainly wouldn't to impose" Typical Bob again, thought to myself, always being deprecating. Jim was, I could see, starting to a young pissed off. "What, first you give my wife an orgasm with me watching, and then you want to go by the house so you can fuck her as well? It's true, we were playing with you last night setting you up as a, what did you call it, a prop? It's also true that since we've been here in Vegas we've gone out of our way show her off a young now and then (an understatement, I thought) but what happened back there in the lounge was that just happened, and it's not going to repeat itself. I certainly don't want fuck your wife and I don't want to watch you fuck either. We're not swingers and that's what I think that's what your invitation is all about, isn't it" Jim said it as if it even a question. Bob smiled. "You're right," he said, "I would love to fuck Liz, but I doubt my would approve. I doubt for a second that Liz would be a terrific piece of ass, excuse the expression, Liz, but I can assure my intentions were not to fuck her. My intentions were to videotape fucking her." That certainly set Jim back a bit. had told me in our ride out here in the car that it had been fantasy of his for a long time, having people watch us have sex, but now that the opportunity was itself, would he be up for the challenge? "OK," I said boldly before Jim could give an answer, "but on two conditions. We keep tape when it's over and your wife will be with us the whole time." I thought that Bob begin to cover his ass about now, because I didn't really there was a wife. I thought that it was just a ruse to get us over to his house. had read enough murder mysteries to realize that you don't just strangers with candy. "Oh, that presents no problem whatsoever. In fact, my wife will probably want you to videotape as well. She loves it when people watch us fuck." Jim looked excited, but a young ashen. I could tell he was scared. Like me, I thought. Maybe we were going a young too fast for comfort, but like the old saying goes, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Bob reached in his wallet for a piece of scratch paper and down his address and phone "Say about eight? And please do us the courtesy of calling us as soon as possible if you change your mind, excused myself and went to the restroom while Bob gave Jim the directions to the house. As I entered the Ladies Room I couldn't looking at my reflection in mirror. No one else was there so I stood and stared at myself for quite for quite a while. I squeezed tits together and lifted the side of my Jeans to get another good look at the brazen image I had dared show the world. Liz, I said to myself, do you really know what you're getting yourself into? No, I answered No, I don't. I left the restroom softly humming "Que Sera, Sera" To Continued....He had always been a good lover, three times in one day was a new record! Usually after fucking me it takes a long time for him to get another hard-on. I knew that thinking about exposing myself in the water and on the towel with that man us was the force that was driving him on, but for some reason neither of us mentioned the incident. It was as if both of us were sorting things in our own minds and neither of us were willing to our private feelings. Two went by and I was hoping that Jim would break the silence first and bring up the subject, but he never did. I was also reluctant to mention it. I guess it because I knew that had enjoyed it just a young too much, and bringing it up might make him think that I was was on mind all the time. It scared me a young that I was becoming obsessed with what had happened and was scaring me more was that I was thinking of what might have happened instead of what actually our lives went back to normal and we fell back into the routine of making love two or times a week. There's a difference between making love and fucking. We made love. I longed fuck. I wanted to feel the excitement again that I felt in the back of the van, there in the parking lot the beach, on all fours with his cock slamming into pussy doggy-style. Making love is tender caresses, moonlight, a glass or two of champagne, and satin sheets. Fucking is sucking playing with dildoes, it on the ground in full daylight and abandoning yourself to your baser instincts. Making love is soft and natural. Fucking is hard core and dirty. scared me the most with my obsession with the beach that I now knew I was obsessed by, and longed for, the dirt. Almost a month had passed when Jim came home late one Thursday evening with package wrapped with ribbons and a bow and asked if he thought my mother might be willing to watch Christine, our two year old daughter, the weekend. If she could, he said, then maybe we could take the off and go to Las Vegas. One of his coworkers getting married on Saturday and we were invited to the wedding, Jim had already cleared it with his boss and he was going to take off If my mother could watch her we could leave in the morning, drop her on our and be back early Sunday afternoon so we could spend time visiting with my her before heading for home. To make it short, I called, she said and by 8:00 Friday morning we were on our way to Grandma's house. I played patty-cake Christine while Jim drove, but I detected a certain reserve on his part. Whereas he is usually talkative and cheerful, this morning he seemed quiet reflective. Even the radio wasn't on. Jim likes to listen to talk radio, but today there was no at all. When we arrived at Mom's house I spent a few minutes giving her on how to care for Christine (as if she needed them), her we would call later with our hotel number in where we could be reached in case of emergency, kissed them both good-bye and got back on the Interstate. Once again, on the road, Jim fell silent. radio was off and the silence was overwhelming. I was tempted to ask if anything was wrong, but opted to sit in the and wait until Jim made the first move. "I have a confession to make to you," he finally said. "There is no wedding." "Then...what's package for?" I responded. "It's for you. Would you like to play a young Whatever he had in mind, I could tell that he having a hard time saying this, and I wondered what it was all about. The package, the lie about the wedding, the game, the way he had been silent so long, it didn't add kind of game?" I asked. He looked at me sheepishly and answered "Open the package and maybe you'll know. I hope you enjoy it, but I'll understand if your is no." I reached back behind seat and brought the package to my lap. Whatever it was it didn't weigh much and as I untied the ribbon and began removing paper I could see Jim's anticipation. In the back my mind I thought I knew what it might be, and I secretly hoped I was right, but I didn't want to get my hopes Besides, if it was what I hoped for, would I later regret having received it? As took off the lid to the box Jim said "I guess it's kind of a present for me too. I hope you like them." There in the box lay the Jim had bought me. The contents consisted a sheer white cotton dress which buttoned all the way from the neckline down to the hem. It was full length and would reach down my ankles. Besides the dress there were three pairs of thong panties, each in different color, a pair of cut off jeans that was sliced high on the side just a sliver of fabric between the legs, a white tube top with nipples cut out, as well as a few other assorted "erotic" garments. A few moments went by as I contemplated treasure. It was exactly what I had thought it might be. It was what I wanted, also what I feared. It was Jim's way of commenting, without using words, about our afternoon on the beach. was his way of telling me how much he had enjoyed it and that he wanted more of the same. I waited a few more moments before responding. I wanted to make sure that what I said was to the and reflected exactly what was I wanted to say. If I said it poorly or made a mistake I might fuck things up. Finally I "Well, I think you can take the bra back. My tits look just fine without Now what was this game we were going to play?" I said it laughingly with a glint in my a raised eyebrow, and a leer on my lips. My answer must have settled his nerves because he smiled for the first time we had left home. "I'm going to set speed control at 65 miles an hour. We won't go faster and we won't go slower. When the speedometer 26,000 miles I want you to strip off everything, put on one of the panties and tube top and I want you to ride like that for at least 20 miles. If someone sees you, he's a lucky man. If they don't see you, then it's their fault they've missed out on seeing one of the most beautiful women the world. After the 20 miles are up you can get dressed again, OK?" I looked the speedometer and noticed that it was at 25,982. He was giving me 18 miles in which to take him up on game or not. He was giving me 18 miles which to anticipate what might occur. I lit a cigarette and thought of the possibilities. I knew I would not hesitate. I would do anything and everything Jim wanted me to do. I had been dreaming this for almost four weeks and now that the opportunity was upon me I was going to cheated out of it by giving in to fear. could already feel my pussy getting wet and I felt like masturbating. "Do I have to for it turn 26,000?" I think the question floored Jim. He was probably under the impression that would have to be coerced. "Yes, you do," he said sternly. "You're setting the cruise control 65 miles an hour and your not going to speed up or slow down for right? So, if we're going faster than someone and they see me they have to increase their speed they want to continue the show, right? And if they're faster than us and they see me they'll have to slow down if they want to continue the show right? And if they're the same speed as us they're enjoying the show then we're stuck with them since no one else will be able to see anything and we may not like the people we're stuck with. And what if car that sees me is a cop or a highway patrolman, what then? And how a car filled to the brim with a barrel full of babes, what And how about priests or nuns or old people who shouldn't drive anyway but do. Should I show my tits as well? Do we keep it on 65 miles an hour anyway? how about....." "SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU'RE DRIVING ME INSANE," Jim roared. I giggled. He knew I had only been babeding, and I knew he only pretending to be mad. But I had had 18 miles to the possibilities, and now I was forcing him think of the possibilities as well. I lit a cigarette and patiently for the eighteen miles to pass. I considered all the possibilities and promised myself that would obey all the rules that Jim imposed on the game, I thought mischievously, after the game was over I make up a game of my own to pay him back. I spent the next 18 miles thinking of some game we could play that would excite but in the end I failed to come up with something as interesting full of possibilities as Jim's. Leave it to unpredictable Jim to come up with just the game at just the right time. Finally the speedometer clicked on the 26,000 and was to immediately strip down to nothing and then put on the panties and the tube top. (or unfortunately) there wasn't a car anywhere near us. There was a big rig maybe a quarter of a mile away but I couldn't whether we were gaining on him or not. I pulled my T short off and tossed it in Jim's lap. I don't usually bras so my tits were now open to anyone who cared to look. As it currently there was no one that could see, except Jim who had seen before, but I wasn't going let the giddiness of the moment I cupped my hands under my breasts and pushed them up and wiggled them around. I wanted him to see me through the eyes of the stranger that hopefully be watching me soon. At 65 miles an hour I had less than 20 minutes in which perform. 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