Subject: Wedding Road Trip
Story Codes: MF MMF F-solo oral exhib
Diary Date: June 19, 2010
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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I love weddings so who cares if I didn't know anyone in the wedding
party. My boyfriend was going to be the best man and we had a week on a
lake so of course I said yes when he invited me along!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Weddings
Chapter 2 - The LONG Trip to Arkansas
Chapter 3 - The Wedding Day
Chapter 4 - The Boat
Chapter 5 - Tubing
Chapter 1 – Weddings
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Really, who doesn’t love a wedding? I mean, what happier time is there
in two people’s lives than the day they get married. OK, so I am sure a
few cynics out there would answer, the day the divorce is finalized”, but
I just can't bring myself to think that way. All I know is that seeing
two people madly in love exchanging their vows and promising to be
faithful to one another for the rest of their lives is one of the most
awesome scenes imaginable.
Like just about every other girl, I’ve been dreaming of my wedding since
I was old enough to know what a wedding was. Long ago I nailed down what
dress I want, where I'll be married, how the ceremony will be
conducted... basically everything. In fact, I even posted a story about
my dream wedding. So that just leaves one missing element... the groom.
Well, I feel hopeful that THAT detail will work itself out eventually so
I'm not letting it rain on my wedding parade of fantasies.
As anyone who loves weddings the way I do will tell you, it doesn't
matter WHO is getting married – it’s the drama and pageantry of the event
that’s so exciting. Of course there is also the fun and potentially
naughty side as well. What I mean is in addition to what most people
think about when they go to a wedding, there are so many other
possibilities to consider... will the bridesmaid get laid by the best man
(who cares if either of them are married)? Did the groom get laid at his
bachelor party? What did the bride do at her party? When will they
consummate the marriage... and where? It doesn’t have to be about actual
sex to be fun. Just flirting on the dance floor can be almost as much
fun depending on who you’re doing it with.
So in case you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m a wedding junkie. If
there’s a wedding – I want to be there! The “always a bridesmaid and
never a bride” must have been written with me in mind but I don't care –
it’s a day of fun, even if you have to wear some ridiculous looking
dress. I have several of them in my closet if anyone's interested!
Given my love of weddings, it should have been no surprise to anyone that
when I learned that my new boyfriend Steve was going to be the best man
at his best friend’s wedding, of course the first thought to come to my
mind was when were WE going? Seemed like a logical question to me at
least but I think I caught Steve a bit by surprise. According to him the
whole thing was going to be a pain in the neck as the wedding would be in
northern Arkansas and even in June the weather there can be stifling hot
combined with oppressive humidity. Well, that's what bikini's, halters,
sundresses and short shorts are made for.
At first Steve tried talking me out of it, trying to convince me that he
was only thinking of me and not wanting me to be too bored or to have to
travel all that distance just for a wedding. Then he made the fatal
mistake of telling me the rest of the plans for the week...
It turns out that the bride’s family owned a summer house on a lake where
the guys would all be staying. Steve had met his friend out on the west
coast where his mom had moved him and his sister back in high school.
His friend and his girlfriend hailed from Arkansas which is why that was
where the wedding would be held. All of the groomsmen, except for the
token brother of the bride, had to travel and needed someplace to stay so
the parents had offered the house for a few days.
Hmmmmmm, I was getting suspicious now. Oh sure Steve vigorously claimed
there would be no girls there as the guys were all single and none of
them would be bringing their girlfriends but still... men are men and I
could only imagine the potential debauchery. Well, if any of THAT was
going to be happening then I wanted to be in the middle of it.
In a way, I guess I may have been acting a little unfairly in insisting
he take me. It wasn't like Steve and I were exclusive. Heck, we’d only
been seeing each other for less than a couple of weeks. Still, it wasn't
like we were total strangers. Steve had been my first real boyfriend
back when I was just getting ready to start high school. The brother of
Sharon, one of my best friends back then, he was sixteen at the time
although when he first fucked me he seemed even older and more
experienced than his years.
For over six months after we started having sex Steve was the only boy I
dated and had sex with but then his mom got transferred which meant Steve
and Sharon had to move with her of course. Being only fourteen and in
love for the first time, you can imagine how crushed I was at the time
but I soon learned to make do with other boys. It wasn’t like it was
hard to find someone to fuck me. Steve and I lost touch with one another
until his marriage. Well, that was one marriage I knew would never last
given that he fucked me the very day of his own wedding. I mean, what
did THAT say about how he felt about his new bride compared to me?
When Steve’s mom was transferred back to the Pittsburgh office he came
back with her although his younger sister Sharon stayed behind to live on
her own. When Steve surprised me at church a couple of weeks ago, it was
like all my pent up feelings and desires for him suddenly came rushing
back to the surface. I’m not so sure that he feels as emotional about us
as I do but his dick certainly seems to enjoying the situation. Still,
we HAD been apart for eleven years for the most part so I may have been a
little unreasonable to think he would want me to come spend a week away
with him. Oh well, that’s too bad!
“You DO know Kelly that you’ll be the only girl staying in a house with
four guys... right?” I remember him saying, as if THAT would bother me.
Heck, he may as well have been offering steak dinner to a hungry wolf and
asking if it really wanted it!
Let’s see now... four guys, one girl (me), a house right on a lake in the
middle of a hot summer. Well duh!! Why in the world would ANY girl in
her right mind NOT jump at such an opportunity?
Then Steve REALLY screwed up (if you could call it that) and mentioned
there was also a boat which I assumed would mean waterskiing – my
specialty and ONLY athletic ability. Well, that sealed the deal, I was
going whether he realized it yet or not.
Besides, if there’s one thing I’ve learned since giving up my virginity
it’s that there are always ways to convince a guy to do anything I
want...
Chapter 2 - The LONG Trip to Arkansas
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Over the years I’ve been accused of a lot of things but there is one
thing nobody has ever called me - a “road warrior”. In fact, anything
over thirty minutes in a car and I start going stir crazy. In my
nightmares I still remember driving back and forth to college in Ohio.
Sure it was only four hours (three when my dad drove) but it sometimes
seemed like days. If it wasn't for a finger (or two) between my legs I
don't think I would’ve survived some of those trips.
Growing up, the very worst trip in the world for me was when my parents
took me with them to visit my grandmother (my mom’s mother) in Illinois
south of Chicago. It was a nine or ten hour trip at best and I hated
every minute of it. Fortunately as I got older I learned new and better
ways to make the time go by. Even though it was nice having the entire
back seat to myself to stretch out, I remember thinking at times how much
better it would’ve been to have had a brother or sister to pass the time
with! Sometimes my cousin Kristi would come with and then the trip went
a LOT faster!
When Steve mentioned Arkansas, I naturally assumed we’d be flying there
and even though flying isn’t one of my favorite activities either, it
beats the heck out of driving long distances. Thus when Steve told me
that he was driving to Arkansas and that it would take maybe as long as
sixteen hours to get there, I almost backed out... almost. Oh my god, I
just knew my ass would be hurting so badly by the time we got there!
Going to Chicago was bad enough. I’d NEVER spent sixteen hours in car in
one day before and the very thought of it made me cringe.
Still, I wasn't going to let one day of misery deprive me of a week of
fun. The day finally arrived and by the time Steve stopped by to pick me
up I was ready and waiting for him at the front door. He kissed me as
soon as he stepped in and then backed up to give me the usual once-over.
It pleased me when he smiled but then again he should have. Pittsburgh
may not be Arkansas but the weather was still hot so I was wearing not
much more than a tight pair of denim shorts and a thin cami that clung to
me like Saran Wrap with enough cleavage showing to add further proof I
wasn't wearing a bra. A pair of flip-flops was the only other article of
clothing I had on I circumstances which seemed to meet Steve’s approval.
“God I really love your tits” he said huskily as he groped me while we
kissed.
“Hey you two, get a room,” Kristi called out from behind us at the top of
the stairs.
I looked up at her over Steve’s shoulder and saw that she was grinning
with her arms crossed. Knowing my always-horny cousin, she wouldn’t have
minded had the “room” been her own bedroom but so far I hadn't shared
Steve that way with anyone in my family and we didn't have time to deal
with that sort of thing today even if I’d wanted to.
Steve’s eyes widened and I caught him catching his breath a bit as he
looked back up at Kristi. The little slut knew perfectly well that Steve
would be stopping over yet there she was standing at the top of the
stairs topless in a pair of loose boy short style underwear with a towel
around her neck that did very little to cover her perky boobs.
“Don’t even think about it,” I hissed in his ear as I squeezed his ass
just a little bit too hard with my hand.
“Who... me?” his expression practically shouted out as he tried to act
all prim and innocent but he didn't fool me.
Actually, had he NOT stared at my hot little cousin I’d have been far
more concerned than anything. After all, I had to admit that she did
look pretty damn hot this morning. He could look all he wanted so long
as I was the last one he looked at.
Ignoring my cousin’s blatant flaunting of herself, I pointed to my
suitcases lined up in the hallway, fully expecting Steve to pick them up
and take them to the car.
“Damn girl, we aren’t moving down there,” Steve whined, “Shit, how could
you possibly need all this crap for just one week?”
I just shrugged and walked toward the door, leaving him to pick them up.
It was only two suitcase and a smaller one for my makeup and toiletries.
I carried my purse and iPad so it wasn't like I expected him to carry
EVERYTHING. Guys just don’t understand women’s needs. Like, I didn't
know for sure what the weather would be like or what people would be
wearing at the wedding and other activities so I had to be prepared for
anything. Sure, odds were I would actually wear only a fraction of what
I brought, but it’s always better to have too many outfits than not
enough.
Steve grunted and groaned, putting on quite a show as he carried my
things to his car. When he opened the trunk I tried not to smile as
inside was one little suitcase which was then dwarfed by the three of
mine. Oh well, guys may be willing to wear the same thing more than once
but I would be dang if I’d be caught dead wearing the same outfit the
next day.
As I got in the car I waved goodbye to Kristi. She had the front door
opened and was standing there on display for the whole neighborhood to
watch. Sure technically she was mostly covered by the towel around her
neck but try to explain that to the old biddy across the street or the
jealous wife who lived next door. Oh well, I was sure she would have
plenty to do while I was out – or should I say plenty to do her.
Getting in the car, I was relieved that at least Steve had rented a
comfortable car to drive instead of trying to use his monster pickup
truck that rode like it had iron bars for springs. He was always
bragging about how it was heavy duty and tried to explain to me that it
rode great when it had a load. Well, it seemed to me that he never had a
load in it when I was with him so it was always a teeth-rattling
experience. Now riding in THAT would have made for a really long trip
today. My only complaint with the car he’d rented was that it didn't
have a bench seat in front meaning I couldn’t snuggle up next to Steve as
he drove.
“Well, we’re off!” Steve said as we pulled away from the curve.
As Steve pulled away from the curb and the rumble of the brick street
grew louder, I turned to look at him and admire the view. God he was
such a hunk! Even in plain old jeans and a white polo shirt he looked
hot. At time like this I could have easily been talked into just spend
the entire trip staring at him the while time.
Soon we were on the expressway heading southwest more or less through and
into Ohio with Kentucky on the horizon. According to my iPad app it was
828 miles from Pittsburgh to Cherokee Village in Arkansas and supposedly
a little more than thirteen hours.
Well, it took less than three hours for me to get in my “Are we there
yet?” mode. God... three hours which meant at least ten more to go.
This was NOT looking good. Stupid AT&T’s 3G coverage sucks in Ohio so I
couldn't even amuse myself with my iPad. As we passed Columbus I was
fidgeting in my seat like a little boy in church that desperately has to
go to the bathroom.
“Hey, don't say I didn't warn you,” Steve finally said as I readjusted my
butt for the umpteenth time in the last thirty minutes. “You were the
one who insisted on coming along.”
That sort of irritated me so the next time a semi-truck passed by, I
turned my head towards the window and pulled my cami down to expose my
boobs to the driver. Steve was paying attention to the city traffic and
so he didn't realize what I was doing until the trucker let out a loud
honk and practically scared Steve off the side of the road.
“What the fuck?” Steve complained as he regained control and then he
turned and saw what I was doing. “Shit Kelly, you have to warn me before
you do something crazy like that!”
That’s one of the things I love about Steve, he doesn’t mind me flirting
and showing off for other guys. If anything, he encourages me to do it
all the more. One time he explained it to me by saying, “Hey, they just
get to look and go home and jerk off WISHING they could fuck you. I’m
the one who gets to do you later so why not brag about it?”
I guess it made sense from a guy’s point of view. At the same time, I’m
not so sure I’d want him pulling out his dick so a woman in a car next to
us but then I guess that’s one the differences between men and women. We
live in a society where if a girl exposes herself in public people cheer
and egg her on but if a guy does the same type of thing he’s labeled a
pervert and gets arrested. Go figure.
In any case flirting was fun for me too and in the end what did it hurt
to give a few lonely truckers something to break the monotony? Besides,
I enjoy the looks men give me and it turns me on to know they’ll be
masturbating about me later.
For the next hour or so as we made our way towards Cincinnati I occupied
my time flirting with more truckers. Even Steve was getting into the
swing of it as well, pointing out potential “lookers” ahead of us and
then pulling up alongside of them so they could get a good view of his
girlfriend as I flashed my boobs.
“You really like showing off your tits to strangers, don’t you?” Steve
observed.
I turned to him and cupped them with each hand and wiggled for him.
“Well, you don't seem to mind when I do and neither do those guys.”
Steve chuckled and shook his head. “You’ve really changed since we first
did it. You never seemed to like being topless back then. You were more
the bottomless girl as I recall.”
Well duh! When I was fourteen I didn't have much of anything to show off
on top. It was a never-ending source of frustration for me at that age,
especially when friends like his sister Sharon and my best friend Beth
were well into their B-cups or better. It was embarrassing going out
with them as I was always the girl with the smallest boobs. Now as a
solid 34C I was proud of my boobs and yes, I DID like to show them off.
“Does it make you horny to let strangers look at you like this?” Steve
asked. From his tone of voice, I could tell he was generally interested
in the answer more so than leading me on to something else.
“Of course, how would you feel jerking off in front of a bunch of girls
and seeing them get turned on?”
“Well, it’s not like you’re masturbating in front of anyone so that’s
different. Besides, I don't think I could even DO such a thing!”
I couldn't help but laugh out loud a bit at that. Men are SO
predictable. Sure they masturbate all the time and seem to like nothing
to do more than talk about it, but just try to get them to actually DO it
in front of people, especially other guys.
“Well... I COULD do that too. Would it turn you on to watch me?”
Steve turned his head to see if I was just teasing or what. I was dead
serious and trying my best to appear so.
“You’re not joking... are you,” he said as he continued to shake his head
in disbelief, “Well I don’t believe you... prove it.”
Steve knew full well that if he wanted to get me to do something, all he
had to do was dare me. It went back to our dating days. Even at
fourteen I was a bit of an exhibitionist as I’d learned early on there
was no better way to get in someplace free than to be a slut.
Without saying another word, I laid the seat back all the way and undid
my jean shorts. After unzipping them I pulled them down and off my feet,
dropping my flip-flops in the process. It left me naked except for my
cami top which I had pulled down under my boobs so it was more like a
large bandage around my waist.
“Well, is this what you wanted to see?” I teased him as I rubbed my bare
mound between my legs.
It felt really smooth as it should given that I’d just shaved it an hour
before Steve had picked me up. It also felt warm and moist as all this
talk about showing off and such had been “motivating” me. In any case, I
just like touching myself.
“Fuck... you look so hot,” Steve said in almost a growl.
I noticed it was his turn to start shifting in his seat but in his case I
figured he was trying to readjust his cock as it tried to grow in his
pants. Poor boys, they have to deal with all this stuff between their
legs. I can’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to have this
thing growing from my crotch!
Steve started to reach over but I brushed his hand aside. “Sorry, not
while you’re driving,” I admonished him.
Part of it was to tease him but I genuinely was concerned about his
driving as well. It was one thing to blow a guy in downtown traffic
where things weren’t moving too fast but we were heading down a highway
now at seventy miles an hour and there was lots of traffic as we
approached the city. There would be plenty of time later so for now he
could just watch and listen.
“Oh yeah...,” I sighed as my finger pushed into me just enough to wet the
tip.
I pulled it out and started to rub my clit slowly with my moist fingertip
and it sent sharp feelings of pleasure throughout my entire body. “God
I’m so damn horny!” I sighed as I rubbed myself. Indeed I was and after
all the fun with the truckers and now the feeling of my fingers on my
pussy I wanted to be fucked more than anything. Unfortunately, THAT was
out of the question, at least for the moment, so I was going to just have
to make do with my fingers.
“Shit you look so hot doing that,” Steve said in a barely audible
whisper.
He was rubbing himself though his jeans now and from the size of the
bulge I would say he was pretty erect. Come to think of it, I don’t
think I had just masturbated for him like this before, at least in recent
history.
The more I rubbed myself the more I got into it. Soon I closed my eyes
and imagined that my fingers were Steve’s fingers and then they morphed
into his dick as he pushed it deep inside of me. God I wanted him in me
so badly right now! Didn't he have any idea of how horny I was at the
moment? Sometimes I think guys believe that girls can’t get as horny as
they do. Well, just because this thing doesn’t pope out from between my
legs doesn’t mean I’m not just as much in need of sex as any guy.
Then again, maybe he was aware... Just then I about had a heart attack
when right in the middle of some naughty thoughts about how his dick
would feel inside of me a horn blew from the lane next to me. I looked
over and there was this trucker leering down at me from his cab.
Obviously Steve had maneuvered his way alongside and was now showing off
his girlfriend as she jilled herself in the car!
Well, if Steve thought he could embarrass me or shock me he was going to
find out it took a lot more than some pervert in a truck. I wasn't about
to give him the satisfaction of thinking he had surprised me so I just
closed my eyes again and went back to work, only now I was arching my
back so my hips rose up to give the guy in the truck a better view.
“Take your top off Kelly... I want to see you get naked,” Steve insisted.
Well, who was I to argue? I sat up and worked the cami up over my head
and pulled it off, dropping it on the console between me and Steve in
case I needed it in a hurry. Oh my God, I was 100% nude now in the car
in the middle of downtown Cincinnati traffic! It was enough to earn me
another honk and I peeked out and grinned as the trucker waved and then
pumped his fist up and down as if to say he was jerking off. Hmmmmmm,
maybe he was? Now THAT would be cool!
As horny as I was I wanted so bad to cum but at the same time, my pussy
was practically screaming for a dick. As much as my fingers felt good,
nothing could compare to the sensation of an actual hard cock as it
slipped inside of me for the first time that day. Something told me that
my voyeur trucker wouldn’t mind giving his to me!
“Oh God Steve... I need to be fucked SOOO badly. I mean, I NEED it.”
This wasn't just dirty talk to turn him on. No, I really did want him to
fuck me and I really did want it NOW.
“Baby, there’s a rest area in twenty miles.. think you can you hold out
until then?
Like, was he crazy? Did he have the slightest idea of what it felt like
to be so horny you would let just about any dick in you at that moment,
just so long as it was warm and hard? Did he even begin to comprehend
how it made me feel to masturbate while two guys watched me – one of them
a total stranger? Evidently he didn't or he never would have even
suggested such a stupid idea.
“Next exit... NOW!” I gasped as I rubbed my clit furiously with one hand
while I pinched my nipple with the other.
“Ummmmm... you’re just kidding me now... right?”
Enough was enough. I turned my head and glared at him. “Tell me Steve,
do I LOOK like I’m kidding? Now pull over and fuck me... NOW!
We’d just crossed into Kentucky and fortunately for Steve we were right
at an exit so he slowed down and pulled off onto the ramp. My latest
trucker “fan” gave one last honk of appreciation. I wondered if he was
still jerking off about me as he drove down the road?
As Steve slowed down on the exit ramp, I quickly pulled on my cami and
slipped on my shorts and flip flops. God, the pressure of the tight
shorts against my horny crotch was enough to make me practically scream
with desire. It had been a long time since I’d felt this ridiculously
horny and whether it was the truckers or just me playing with myself it
didn't matter. At times like this there is only one thing I care about
or want – to be fucked.
“Ummmmm, where are we suppose to do this?” Steve muttered as he pulled up
to the stop sign at the head of the ramp.
Sheesh, did I have to take care of all the decisions? Looking around I
spotted a MacDonald’s... perfect. I pointed to it and although Steve
gave me a look as if he didn't quite understand what I meant, he wasn't
about to question me again!
Steve pulled in the parking lot and found a rather isolated spot and then
turned to me. “So what, we just do it in the middle of the parking lot
or what?”
I was starting to have some serious concerns about Steve. Sheesh, he had
more sense when he was sixteen!
“No silly, not out here, let’s go inside.”
Now he was really looking strange but I knew what I was doing. One of
the things I like about MacDonald’s (besides their incredible French
Fries) is that their restrooms tend to be clean and they always have a
nice big handicapped stall in the men’s room. Trust me... I know from
experience so enough said about that.
“Go see if anyone’s in there,” I whispered to him when we got inside,
nodding my head towards the men’s room.
It had to be the men’s room because if we got caught in the women’s
restroom Steve might get arrested but in the men’s room nobody would
care. Sort of like what I was talking about before about the difference
between men and women exposing themselves. If anything, someone catching
us in the men’s room would want to watch! Still, it was better NOT to be
discovered in the first place so Steve went in and came out shaking his
head, holding up two fingers.
Once again the image of that small boy squirming in church came to mind.
It took all I could do to keep my hands away from my crotch as I wiggled
and squirmed. We stood off to the side and waited impatiently and
finally one guy left but it seem like an eternity until the second one
came out, wiping his hands on his pants. Thankfully nobody had gone in
while we were waiting so I took a quick glance to see if anyone was
paying any attention to us and then ducked inside, followed close behind
by Steve.
“You’ve GOT to be kidding!” he said as the door closed behind us.
“Hurry up, in here.” I said, taking his hand and pulling him inside the
large stall.
God, it was HUGE with lots of room, enough to have a regular gangbang.
It even had stainless steel bars on the walls to help hold yourself up.
It’s almost like someone designed it for sex!
“Well, what are you waiting for? Undo your pants dammit, and hurry up!”
I chided him as I slipped off my shorts and hung them on the hook on the
back of the door.
This time I kept my flip-flops on. Sure the place seemed pretty clean
but it was still a public restroom and I wasn't about to walk around
barefoot. Ewwwww!
Steve unbuckle his belt and undid his jeans, pulling down the zipper as I
stood there impatient and bottomless. There was no point in taking off
the cami, I just wanted sex, not to play around. Steve could l0ok at and
play with my boobs anytime he wanted on the highway. Right now all I
cared about was his dick.
Once Steve had his jeans off and hanging on the door hook, I reached down
and pulled his hard cock out of his shorts as I licked my lips in
anticipation. God how I loved his dick! Talk about karma... here I had
in my hands the very same dick that had been the first to fuck me so many
years before. Sure it was a bit bigger and thicker than when he was
sixteen, but it was still the same dick. When Steve’s family had left I
thought I would never feel it in me again and except for that quick
interlude at his wedding, indeed I hadn't. It was like so cool to have
it in my hand again!
“God I need this so bad,” I sighed as I bent my knees to lower myself to
his waist and then ran my tongue up under the length of his erect dick.
From the way he shuddered I knew he was just as horny as I was. Well,
maybe not quite as much as I was but enough.
Any other time and I would have spent at least five or ten minutes
sucking his cock. I LOVE sucking cock and even that length of time would
be barely enough to make me satisfied. Still, like my boobs I could suck
Steve’s cock anytime I wanted while he drove so why waste any more time
when you’re as horny as I was. I was more than ready for Steve to fuck
me... I wanted him SOOOOO badly my pussy was almost cramping like I was
starting my period.
Just then the outer door opened and I heard people entering the room.
From the sounds of their footsteps it was two people, one larger and the
other smaller. My deductions were confirmed when I heard what had to be
the father telling a young boy to “go potty”.
Steve seemed preoccupied with our new “guests” but they didn't deter me.
As far back into the stall as I was they would have had to get down close
to the floor to see who was in the stall at the end of the restroom. In
any case, it was surprising that we had the place to ourselves as long as
we had so we couldn't let such interruptions get in the way of the big
picture.
“Fuck me,” I mouthed silently to Steve.
Steve’s eye glance back at the door, clearly trying to signal to me that
we had guests and should hold off for the moment. Ignoring him, I turned
towards the outer wall, grabbed the hand rail and pushing my bare butt
out at him with my legs spread apart. There could be little doubt in
Steve’s mind when I assumed such a position what I am expecting to happen
next.
Steve may have had worries about the guy and his kid but once he got a
good view of my willing pussy between my legs it was like he didn’t even
think about them anymore. A big grin came to his face as he stroked his
dick and licked his lips while I touched myself, reaching down between my
legs and spreading myself wide open for him.
Steve couldn't help but grunt softly as he plunged his cock into my
waiting pussy. I almost giggled as imagined the guy on the other side of
the door probably thought Steve was constipated or something. I’m sure
he would have been grunting too if he knew what was happening just a few
feet from him. It was all I could do keep from letting out a huge sigh
of relief myself as finally I had what I’d been dying for – Steve’s dick
inside of me.
As Steve began to thrust himself in and out of me in a steady, rhythmic
motion, I closed my eyes and dropped my head, just concentrating on the
feeling of his dick as it moved. God it felt so good! It wasn't just
the physical feelings that made me so happy, although those were great to
say the least. It was knowing he was in me, like he was a part of me.
It was a feeling I’ve had with so few other men in my life. Actually
Steve was the first to make me feel this way back when I was fourteen and
had such a crush on him. When he would put himself inside of me it was
the most awesome feeling to have a part of him actually inside of me.
It wasn't until my dad fucked me a couple of years later that another man
was able to generate those emotions inside of me when he fucked me.
After Steve, I loved sex because it felt good and I liked the way men
treated me when they knew I would let them fuck me. With my dad it
became special again because I knew I was more than just another pussy to
him - I was his own flesh and blood, his daughter.
Though when I look back I hate to admit it, the only other man to make me
feel this way was Duane, the asshole who I thought was going to marry me
but then almost ruined my life. Although it kills me to think about it
now after what he tried to do to me, I DID love him at the time and I
really did think I was going to marry him at one point, which is when the
sex became more than just another fuck.
Even though Steve had been back in my life barely even a couple of weeks,
it was like He’d never left me. I knew from the first time he fucked me
after he came back that it was going to be something special and at times
like this those feelings were reinforced.
Of course, it didn’t hurt to be fucked just three feet from a guy and a
his kid. I wonder how young he was – maybe six or eight from the sound
of his voice. Although the idea of a kid that young seeing me being
fucked didn't do all that much for me, the thought of his father’s
reaction should the stall door accidentally open about now DID bring up
all sorts of delicious thoughts.
As Steve fucked me from behind, I thought about how else he might do me.
One thing I KNEW – there was no way I was going anywhere that toilet
seat! Instead, I lifted myself up which effectively pulled Steve’s dick
out of me and turned around with a nasty grin on my face. Steve looked
at me with a “what the fuck?” look on his face, like he didn't understand
why I had pulled away but then I moved to the corner and lifted one leg
up onto the bar while I supported myself with both hands. I looked down
at my freshly fucked pussy and then up into Steve’s eyes but her was
staring at my crotch, lining up his dick without wasting any more time.
Steve practically lifted me off my feet as he drove himself into me,
pushing his duck all the way in me until the base of his dick pushed up
against my pussy, lifting me up onto my toes. God it felt so good when
he shoved it up in as far as it would go and I could feel him against me
that way. I loved to look down and watch as his entire dick disappeared,
knowing that filling sensation inside of me was that same dick that was
now hiding out of sight.
“Fuck me Steve... oh god fuck me harder,” I whispered into his ear.
I’m not sure how he COULD fuck me any harder then he already was but I
knew he loved it when I said that to him and it made me feel a little
dirty, even though our “audience” had washed their hands and were now
leaving the restroom. The door banged shut behind them and Steve liked
at me and grinned.
“Think they had any idea?”
I just shook my head, trying to keep my breath as my boyfriend’s dick
consumed me. Even if they did, nothing was said so cared about them
anymore?
I was almost there, just a little bit more... Then the door opened again
and it was like the local basketball team entered. Anyone, it was at
least three guys, teens from the sound of it, screwing around like
teenage boys always seem to be doing.
“Crap, someone’s in there!” one of them said after pushing on the door.
For just minute I thought it was going to open but fortunately the cheap
little lock held its own.
“Hey man... I gotta take a crap!” the kid called in through, knocking on
the door.
“Hang on... almost done,” Steve called back over his shoulder.
Steve and I must have had the same thought at the same time. What if
this kid tried looking under the door. Had he been an adult I wouldn't
have worried but when it comes to teenage boys, all bets are off.
Steve grabbed me under my bare ass and lifted me up. I sort of jumped
with him and wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my heels and
grabbing onto him as I put my arms around his shoulders. I was literally
pegged on Steve’s dick as he shuffled over to the toilet and turned
around so I wouldn't be hanging out over the bowl. At least now if
anyone should look under the door they would see his feet with his pants
around his ankles up against the toilet seat.
“Shit, what’s he doing in there anyway?” I heard the kid complaining to
his friends, “God, I gotta take a dump NOW!”
Oh well, he wasn't going to take a dump until I had my orgasm and Steve
filled me with cum, not necessarily in that order but it would be nice if
it worked out that way. For once things worked out as I’d hoped and I
could feel my orgasm rising up inside of me. With everything happening I
was a little conflicted so I knew it wasn't going to be one of those
“take me to the moon” kind of O’s but hey, an orgasm is an orgasm and I
wasn't going to complain.
Steve grunted as my legs gripped him like a vise as my pussy exploded all
over him, drenching his crotch with my cum as my pussy squeezed down on
his dick.
“Damn, sounds like he’s having a hard time in there,” another voice
joked. Yeah, like he had no idea just how HARD of a time Steve was
having!
Later I swore to Steve that I didn't mean to and I really couldn't help
myself. Low moan slipped out of my mouth as if felt like my entire body
was tingling. Not that bad feeling you get when you hit your elbow but
something wonderful, like goose bumps were rising all over me. It lasted
for several seconds before I caught myself.
“What the fuck? Has he got someone in there with him?” another voice
exclaimed. Someone knocked on the door again and said, “Hey buddy,
what’s going on in there?”
It was just another kid so I didn't care. Steve certainly didn't. If
anything, it seemed to set him off as right afterwards he started to cum
in me. I buried my head in his shoulder as I pulled myself into him as
hard as I could while I felt him humping under me, shooting another load
into me with each grunt.
“He’s got a girl in there I bet!” a voice exclaimed.
“No way!” another countered.
“I’m telling ya, he’s screwing some bitch.”
“Nahhhhh, probably just jerking off.”
Steve almost exploded and I saw his face turn red as he held his breath
trying not to laugh. I was still mounted on his dick like a marshmallow
being roasted. We were done so there was no sense in trying to hide
anymore. I quickly grabbed my shorts and pulled them on while Steve
yanked up his pants and fastened his belt. A quick run of my fingers
through my hair and I nodded to him to say I was ready.
No sooner did Steve open the door than I saw the three guys (kids
actually, they must have been maybe fifteen or sixteen) staring at me as
I walked out. I just smiled at them and didn't say a word as their
mouths dropped open like they were catching flies and they stood there
speechless. All the bravado was gone now that the real thing was there
in front of them. For all their talk, I don't think they REALLY thought
whoever was in there had a girl with him.
“Oh my god!” one of them said under breath as a grinned and left the
room.
Normally I would’ve let Steve go out first and make sure the coast was
clear but in this case I thought whatever was waiting out in the lobby
was better than staying in here. I doubted that the stunned silence was
going to last much longer so the sooner I got out the better.
Once outside sure enough, there was a guy about to head in and he looked
at me with a curious glance but I just smiled sweetly and headed straight
for the side exit door just a few feet away. In the booth next to the
door were a couple of women, maybe in their thirties, and I saw them
staring at me with what could only be described as disgust. They
obviously knew what I must’ve been doing in the restroom and it appeared
neither of them was very adventurous. Oh well, I don't let sanctimonious
mothers bother me. Never have, never will.
Steve beeped the car with the remote and we both jumped in and took off
before anything could happen. Not that I really expected any trouble but
then you never knew. As Steve drove off we both started laughing so hard
I almost choked.
“Did you see the look on those kids facing when I walked out?” I asked,
tears streaming from eyes as I laughed.
“Jerking off eh? Well, I hope THAT showed ‘em,” Steve huffed, obviously
still a little miffed at one of the commentaries.
“God that was so hot... don't you think Steve?”
“Well, I hope you got THAT out of your system for at least a little
while,” Steve sighed, trying to act as if he had done it all just for me,
“We’ll never make it tonight if we keep pulling off every time you get
horny.”
He had a point and I knew I had to try and control myself so I did my
best. For the rest of the trip I stayed on my side of the car and other
than just touching myself now and then mostly absentmindedly, I was a
pretty good girl.
There was one thing that I couldn't pass up. I’d never seen the
Mississippi River before as it was cloudy the couple of times I’d flown
over it in the past. We were in Tennessee and I saw the sign saying what
river it was as we started across the bridge. I hadn't really thought
before but suddenly a thought came to my mind.
“Steve, pull over at the middle of the bridge.”
Steve looked at me like I was crazy. There was construction on the
bridge and so one lane was closed but there was plenty of room for us to
pull over as all the work was being done at the other end of the bridge.
The traffic was light and Steve only had a few seconds to react so he
pulled over without giving it much thought.
“Ok, so what the hell is this all about?” he asked me.
“I just want a picture of me standing over the Mississippi River,” I
explained. That was all actually, it was just something I’d never done
before so I wanted something to remember it by.
Steve rolled his eyes and I handed him my iPhone. The traffic was almost
non- existent so it was easy for me to stand by the railing with nothing
behind me but the massive river. I posed and then he looked up and down
the road, checking for traffic. Nothing was coming as far as I could
see.
“Get naked,” he dared me.
Why was I surprised? Then again, it was a GREAT idea so I quickly
ditched my clothes, tossing them to him so if someone should suddenly
appear we could quickly run for cover in the car.
Standing there naked by the rail out in the middle of this huge bridge
was SO cool. Actually, I wouldn't have minded if a few cars would have
passed but it would’ve been just my luck it was a cop or somebody with a
camera. Steve snapped a few of me in various poses and then we rushed
back to the car. Just as I got in and closed the door it was like an
entire lane of cars behind some slow semi-trailer passed us. I guess I
had the trucker to thank for giving me the chance to do something fun.
Steve started the car again and I put my hand out for him to give me back
my clothes.
“Uh-uh, not yet,” he teased me, “You look way too good that way.”
We were out on a relatively small road now rather than an interstate so
it didn't seem to be a big deal so I just shrugged and laid back on the
seat nude. I’m not normally the type to run around naked but for Steve
I’d do it just for him.
“So how long are you going to make me stay naked?”
Steve put a finger to his chin as if in deep thought. Like I bought THAT
act. He already knew the answer, he was just playing me.
“Hmmmmmm, how about you stay that way until you make yourself cum again?”
I giggled a little at that and replied, “So I guess you don't want me to
be naked for very long then, eh?”
“God you’re such a slut,” Steve sighed, faking his despair. Steve was
one of those guys who could call me a slut and make it sound like a
compliment.
So now we were in Missouri in dimming light with me completely naked in
the car seat next to him, driving down some lonely two-lane highway.
Missouri! How the heck do you go through Missouri to get to Arkansas
from Pennsylvania? I pulled out my iPad and checked the map and sure
enough, I’d missed this little piece of Missouri that hung down in the
southeast corner where we were crossing.
For some reason, I decided to myself that I was NOT going to cum while
were still in Missouri. There was no real rhyme or reason to my
decision, it was just something that popped into my head as I slowly
twiddled with my clit.
“You don't seem to be in much of a hurry,” Steve observed, “I guess you
must like riding in a car naked.”
“What’s the big deal, not like I’m driving,” I responded light-heartedly.
“You know, I’ve never seen a girl that likes to masturbate as much as
you.”
This was getting interesting. Although we loved HAVING sex, Steve and I
really didn't TALK about it all that much. It wasn't like we were
embarrassed or afraid, it just didn't seem to come up in conversation.
“What can I say, I like it,” I said, “Doesn’t your mom masturbate?”
Ooops, I don't know how THAT slipped out but Steve got this weird look on
his face and it seemed like he was going to say something but then he
stopped himself and just drove down the road silently for a few minutes.
I wasn't sure if I’d said something bad or what. In the back of my mind
I always wondered a little about Steve and his mom, especially given what
had happened between them eleven years ago, but I never had the nerve to
bring it up with him. It wasn't like I was asking him if he had sex with
him mother, but then how many guys knew the masturbation habits of their
mom?.
“Well, just so you know, MY mom use to do it a lot and she even let me
borrow her toys now and then.”
Steve looked over at me with that same weird expression like he wanted to
say something but yet I knew he wasn't.
“Do you normally talk to your boyfriends about your mom’s masturbation
habits?” he asked softly, “And do they usually tell you about their
mom’s?”
For some reason I was having a really hard time reading Steve. Normally
I could always figure out whether he was serious or not but this time it
was like we were playing high-stakes poker and he wasn't giving me any
tells. I decided it would be easier to avoid the subject than finish it
so I changed the subject to something I knew he was more comfortable
with.
“So tell me Steve, do you like to watch ME masturbate?”
Whether he was glad I changed the subject or not, Steve didn't let on but
he picked up on my cue and went with it and neither of us made any
further mention of our mothers for the rest of the trip, at least nothing
sexual. Instead, we both did the things we loved. I masturbated while
he did his best to watch while he drove at the same time. Talk about a
“win-win” situation!
Steve pulled over to get gas just before we crossed into Arkansas. I
hadn't told Steve about my resolution regarding staying naked until we
left Missouri so it wasn't like he was doing this to see how I would
react. If anything, he started to hand me my clothes as he pulled off
into the station but I pushed them away.
“You know, there ARE other cars here and the lights are pretty bright,”
Steve said as he stopped the car off to the side before entering the
brightly lit pump area. “You sure you want to do this?”
There’s a fine line between teasing and flirting and getting yourself
arrested. Steve had a big road atlas between the seat and the console
(why I don't know as I had my iPhone and iPad with) so I grabbed it and
held it up to my chest while I rested my iPad on my lap. It would still
be obvious to anyone taking a close look that I was naked but at least
they wouldn't actually SEE anything.
“You’re going to get us in trouble yet,” Steve huffed as he just shook
his head and pulled in, taking one of the most outer pumps.
As it turned out, it was much ado about nothing as nobody else even came
close to the car. In fact, I even put everything to the side and rolled
down the window so Steve could watch me masturbate as he pumped gas. It
wasn't until we left and were back on the road that he suddenly started
to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“You DO know that all these stations have security cams these days, don't
you?”
That’s all he said. All he NEEDED to say. Oh crap!
“I bet the kid behind the counter steals tonight’s tape. Better keep an
eye on YouTube tomorrow!”
Now THAT wasn't funny. Oh well, what could I do now? We couldn’t go
back and ask for the tape. Maybe it hadn't caught me. Even if it did,
what were the odds anyone would notice? Most systems like that record
over themselves after a period of time so hopefully I was in the clear.
God, that would NOT be cool. The one thing that would save me is who
would know who it was in a gas station in Missouri. Not only that, the
car was a rental and didn't even have PA plates.
It was only a few more miles until we were finally in Arkansas. Time to
get down to business. Having been playing with myself for a while now,
there had been several times I’d had to back down to keep myself from
coming so it wasn't like I was starting from scratch. Indeed, once I
started to seriously work my clit we weren't past the third AR mile-
marker before I’d earned the right to put back on my clothes.
“Damn, do you have like this little switch you turn on and off to cum?”
Steve whistled after I’d calmed down again, “I can’t believe you could do
that to yourself so fast!”
What can I say, practice makes perfect.
Once into Arkansas it was only like an hour and a half to get to Cherokee
Village where we’d be staying. I have to say I was thrilled to finally
get there. Sure there had been a few memories made along the way, but I
still hate being a car for THAT long in one day.
It was now late Saturday night and it was dark so there wasn't much
fanfare on our arrival. Steve had the security code to get in the house
and it was seemed empty so we checked things out quickly and chose a
bedroom. We were so tired and sore that we just went straight to bed
without even having sex. There would be plenty of time to check things
out in the morning.
Chapter 3 - The Wedding Day
===========================
Most people don't like to get married on a Sunday just because there are
so many complications with churches and people’s schedules but the couple
being married must not have cared. It worked out good for Steve because
he didn't have to take another day off work, especially since he was so
new already to the job but he had told them when he was hired that he had
this wedding planned for some time now and they allowed him to take the
week off.
I woke up early Saturday morning next to Steve. He was laying on his
side away from me with the sheet half covering his naked body. Funny, he
said he was never into sleeping nude before but I guess I convinced him
to change his ways. For me it’s never been about sex, just that I feel
better without being all bound up in bed. I like the feel of fresh
sheets against my bare body although most of the time, even in winter, I
tend to toss them off as well.
As tempting as it was to see Steve laying there asleep and available,
Mother Nature had other plans and so I scurried off to the bathroom for a
quick pee. It was right across the hallway and I didn’t even think
before I opened the door and hurried into the bathroom. Again, habit
came into play so I didn't even think about shutting the door. It wasn’t
something I was raised to do and though I know better when I am at
someone else’s home, when I’m alone I figure what’s the point?
Well, imagine my surprise when I was finishing up and reaching for the
toilet handle when I heard something behind me. My heart went to my
throat and I spun around to see what the intrusion was. There in the
hallway standing there staring at me was some guy I’d never seen before.
He was wearing boxer shorts and his hair was all tussled. Apparently
he’d just woken up and was answering his own version of the call of
nature.
“Ummmmm, sorry, I didn't know you were in there... the door was open ya
know.”
He may have been sorry but that wasn't keeping him from getting an
eyeful. I had no idea who he was and I was too shocked to even think
about anything else so I reached for a towel and quickly wrapped it
around me.
“You know, if you take a picture it lasts longer,” I said with a bit of a
snide attitude.
Really, this guy didn't even know me and yet instead of excusing himself
he just stood there with this silly grin on his face staring at me
without even at least trying to act like he wasn’t.
“Sorry...,” he answered though not very convincingly, “You must be
Steve’s girlfriend, right?”
I didn't say anything but rather just stood there waiting for him to act
with a little bit of modesty. This wasn't like being seen naked in the
bathroom at home, this was more like voyeurism. Now there is a time and
place for THAT but I like to be the one who determines when and where,
not to have some Peeping Tom doing it on his terms. In other words I’m
OK with being looked at when I flirt but NOT when someone does it without
me being OK with it (whether or not I tell them so doesn't matter).
“Pervert!” I hissed as I edged by him and headed back to our room. As I
did he reached out and tried to grab my ass. I twirled and I could feel
my face flush with anger.
“Try that again asshole and you won’t be jerking off with that hand for a
long time.”
I didn't wait for him to respond but just rushed back into out room and
slammed the door behind me which then woke up Steve. He rubbed his eyes
and looked at me.
“OK... now what the hell was THAT all about?” he groaned.
“One of your pervert friends stared at me while I was going to the
bathroom and then he tried to grab my ass.”
Steve looked rather amused – which did NOT amuse me.
“And what’s so funny? Don’t you care what your so-called friend did to
me?”
Steve rolled his eyes and flopped over on his back. At the moment not
even the sight of his morning wood was turning me on.
“What the fuck Kelly, I just don't get you sometimes. Yesterday you’re
flashing every trucker on the highway and now this morning you’re peeved
just because some guy sees you naked? I mean, seems sort of a double
standard to me.”
Men! Sometimes I could swear off of them I get so mad at them but then
that beautiful dick wiggles in front of me like a worm beckoning to a
fish and... well so much for that. Still, how could Steve be so
insensitive?
Dropping the towel, I opened my suitcase to get my toiletries out and
some clothes, fuming while doing my best to ignore Steve which wasn’t all
that easy with him looking delicious by being nude and oh so fully erect.
God his dick looked SOOOOOO good. As I dug through my things I started
to think more and more about how to deal with assholes like his friend.
OK, so maybe he wasn't really an asshole but still, we didn't exactly get
off to a great start.
It was right then that a stroke of brilliance hit me and I knew exactly
what I would do this week. Assuming the other guys, how many there were
I wasn't sure, were of the same mindset as Asshole #1, then I would teach
them all a lesson. I’d have them going home with the bluest balls this
side of Smurf Town. I was going to tease them, flirt with them, and do
everything in my power to make them so horny and miserable that they’d be
jacking off in their sleep. I’d show them not to mess with me... I’d
show them good.
***********
Actually the rest of the morning was quite uneventful. As it turned out,
there were two other guys staying with us. I was already thinking of
them as Asshole #2 and Asshole #3 before I even met them. Maybe that
wasn't being fair but once I met them I didn't feel guilty about it at
all. Whoever this guy was that was getting married seemed to have a
common sort of guy when it came to his wedding party. They were all good
looking, late twenties or so, and totally full of themselves. Every one
of them thought they were God’s gift to women, or least to me. Only
problem was they LOOKED so hot and I could just imagine what was under
those boxers.
Only one problem... With the way his friends were turning out I actually
found myself starting to worry a little bit about Steve. If all his
friends were like this, was I now seeing a glimpse of Steve that he
hadn't shown me yet? After all, I really didn't know him ALL that well.
Sure the sex was great but when it came to personal issues we really
didn't know everything about each other, not even much of anything when
you really came down to it. After all, there was a whole side to my
family life that Steve had no idea about and I wondered sometimes about
him and his mom. So if these were the guys he hung around with, did that
mean this was how he really acted when he wasn't around me?
Once we were all up, everyone kind of just milled about, the guys talking
and such about guy things. Steve introduced me and I learned their names
finally. Asshole #1 was Ryan, Asshole #1 was Phil and Asshole #3 was
Chase. All three of them were from California, at least they were now.
Ryan was originally from somewhere in Indiana while Chase was a Boston
refugee with a thick accent. Phil was a California boy. They all worked
for the same company which is how they met I guess, the same one Steve
worked for when he was out there before he got his paramedic license.
During the course of the conversations I learned that the groom was named
Fred, making him the first “Fred” I’d ever known. I hate to admit this
but the first thing that crossed my mind when I heard his name was
wondering if his parents were Flintstone fans. I don't know why, it just
sounded funny to me. Was his sister named Wilma? Fred was marrying
Mary-Anne, his high school sweetheart who he met in church being part of
the same youth group (how sweet!) She was a local girl and most of her
and Fred’s family lived in northeastern Arkansas which was why the
wedding was taking place here. Duh.
It was all well and good to know such details but frankly, I didn't care
much about WHO they were as I didn’t know anything about them and would
never see them again anyway. It was the wedding itself that I was
looking forward to and who was in the dress and tuxedo wasn't all that
important.
After I a while I was thoroughly bored and went up to the room to get
dressed. As part of my new resolve, I made sure this time that I was
fully dressed BEFORE I left the bedroom. Steve took one look at me and
this strange expression appeared on his face, almost like he was seeing
me for the first time.
“Ummmmm, that’s not exactly what I was expecting to see you wearing this
weekend.”
Well, I’m sure it wasn't and it just goes to show why a girl has to pack
so many clothes for every eventuality. Had I been forced to pack light I
never would’ve included this outfit which would’ve made my plans for this
morning significantly more difficult. At first, my outfit sounds like my
typical hot weather gear – shorts and a t-shirt. The difference was that
unlike most of my shorts which are cut REALLY short, these were almost
Amish in that they extended down my thighs about two-thirds of the way to
my knee. They weren’t even all that tight, if anything maybe a little
loose on me. The t-shirt was a simple pink one without anything on it
and hung down to my shorts without revealing anything in between. It was
about a size too large and so sort of hung over my boobs rather than
clinging to them and outlining them as I normally preferred. Underneath
I had on a white bra and panties although neither of them were visible
except for the bulge the bra strap made in back where it snapped.
“What’s the matter with what I’m wearing?” I asked, trying to sound as if
I didn't already know the answer.
“Well, I just sort of figured you’d be showing off a little more I
guess,” Steve mumbled, sounding a little disappointed actually.
“So... I take it that you would PREFER that I dress like a slut in front
of your friends?”
That was sort of like asking if a dress made my butt look big – there was
NO good answer so Steve wisely kept his mouth shut for once and opened
the door for us to leave the room. He couldn't resist pinching me in the
rear though.
“You know, I didn't even know you HAD clothes like these,” he chuckled as
I swatted his hand away playfully.
I didn't mind if HE played around with me. It was his friends that I was
going to be dealing with in a different way.
Actually, dressed as I was together with a little play-acting as a shy
girl rather than a slut, the guys all looked at me but they didn't LOOK
at me the way guys usually do. I mean, they certainly seemed to
appreciate the way I looked but they didn't have that expression on that
practically shouted that they were thinking of how to ask me for sex. It
was funny because Steve still seemed a little disappointed. Somehow I
was getting the feeling that he’d been planning to show me off like some
sort of trophy girlfriend but now I wasn't playing along like I was
suppose to. Oh well, that’s what he gets for having asshole friends.
I wasn't really surprised to learn that Fred the Groom had arranged for
the guys to go out and do whatever it is guys do the day of the wedding –
something about old cars and beer... whatever, it didn't interest me in
the slightest and I wasn't invited in the first place. The wedding
wasn’t until 5:00 but Steve needed to get there early since he wasn't
able to be at the rehearsal. Steve told me to be ready by 2:30 which
didn’t leave a whole lot of time anyway so it wasn't like I would be
spending the entire day alone.
No sooner did the guys leave and the door was shut than I was stripping
out of my silly clothes into something more comfortable. Needless to say
the bra and panties went into the suitcase first! Then I slipped on a
pair of comfy boy-cut shorts that were cut high which made them really
cool in this sort of weather. On top I just wore one of my bikini tops,
nothing all that special, just a plain pink version that tied behind the
neck and back. After all, it was just me for now.
With the place all to myself, I did a quick inspection. The house was
built right on the lake which also looked pretty nice with a few boats
out and several pontoon boats as well. Several of them wear towing
people on tubes but I didn't see anyone skiing. The house was built up
on a hill so there was a long series of stairs leading down to a dock
where there was a boat docked with a cover built over it. From what I
could see at this distance, it looked pretty nice. It seemed to be
bigger than my parents’ boat but with the cover over it I couldn't be
sure. It was a long hike down what looked to be a hundred stairs to get
to the pier so I figured I would just wait until later when we actually
used the boat to get a more close-up look.
The rest of the place was OK but nothing all that special. There were
two stories although from the front it looked like there was only one.
With the steep hill the second story was mostly underground, almost a
half-basement I guess but it was completely finished and you would never
know it was surrounded on three sides mostly by dirt. It was furnished
sort of circa 60’s and 70’s and probably hadn't been updated since the
original furniture was bought. Overall everything was clean and at least
it had a great big-screen flat TV in the family room with cable.
In the process of checking things out, I poked through the guys’ rooms
well, more out of morbid curiosity than anything. It was sort of like
when I use to baby-sit and I would check out the various bedrooms. In
one of the rooms (I wasn't sure who was in which room) I found several
DVD’s that looked homemade that were labeled with various porn movie
titles. Hmmmmmm, maybe they were from the bachelor party the night
before or whenever they’d held one. Most of them didn't attract my
interest until I saw one labeled, “Where the Boys Aren’t”. Hmmm, I could
make pretty good odds on what THAT one was about.
What the heck, why not? I took the DVD down to the family room and
plugged it in. Sure enough, it was one of the “classics” where a bunch
of girls do it for the entire movie without any men in the film at all.
Porn doesn't usually do all that much for me although I HAVE learned more
than a few tricks watching it with my dad when I was younger. Still, I
was alone in the house and feeling horny so what was the harm with a
little self-pleasure?
Too bad the guys didn’t surprise me now and see what I was doing! So
much for my church-girl image! First I stripped naked and laid back on
the leather couch after spreading out a blanket under me. Now I love
leather upholstery but there’s something about the feel of my bare skin
against it that makes me shiver – not to mention sticking as well. I
hadn't brought any toys with me so it was just me and my fingers but that
was nothing new. If anything, I would say it was the norm for me as I
really prefer using toys with another girl more than just by myself which
may explain why my favorite is a large double ended-dildo.
As horny as I was, the movie just wasn't cutting it for me. Sure the
girls were beautiful and the sex was incredible, but there is just
something about porn, especially lesbian porn, that doesn't do it for me.
In the end, I just closed my eyes and recalled how Steve had fucked me
yesterday at MacDonald’s.
Boy, the things I can imagine when I masturbate! Sometimes it’s actually
a little embarrassing to describe my fantasies but then that’s all they
are – fantasies. For instance, I really got myself off imagining the
father asking me to suck his young son’s cock and then teach him to fuck
a girl. In real life such a thing would NEVER even cross my mind but
laying on the couch masturbating, nothing was off limits – NOTHING.
What finally made me cum was dreaming about taking all three of those
obnoxious teen boys and letting them fuck me in the middle of the
restaurant while everyone stood by and watched, amazed that we would have
the nerve to do such a thing. God, I orgasm so hard at the thought of
being so nasty that it was like I was going to pass out in the end!
Have you ever noticed that there’s something about masturbating that
defies the space-time continuum? What I mean is that when I masturbate
it’s like time accelerates and before I knew it, I only had an hour
before the guys were due back. God, I’d been going at it for hours
without even taking a break for lunch! As they say, time flies when
you’re having fun.
After all that I had to shower and cool off a little. I was done with my
hair and makeup just in time as no sooner than I sat down in the kitchen
on a bar stool did the boys come clamoring back. This time they looked
at me a little closer. Although I wasn’t dressed nearly as conservative
as before, I was certainly showing more of me than they’d seen up until
now. I had on my favorite pink dress with the thin ties that went back
behind my neck. It exposed a lot of cleavage but at the same time
wrapped against my boobs such that not a lot of breast was revealed.
Underneath I had on a pink thong to match but the skirt came down nearly
to my knees so the odds of anyone actually seeing it weren’t all that
great. With my legs crossed as I sat on the stool, it pulled up nicely
to reveal a generous amount of thigh but without crossing the line into
slutdom.
Everyone was in a hurry so there wasn’t anything else said or done. I
just waited until they’d all cleaned up. They would change into their
tuxes at the church so everyone was wearing jeans and t-shirts except for
me. We all piled into Steve’s car with me in the front seat with Steve
and the other guys crammed into the back seat and it was only a ten
minute drive to the church.
As we drove I watched out the window as this was the first time I could
see things in daylight. I’d read a brochure at the house describing the
area. Apparently this was some 15,000 acre resort and retirement
community on the edge of the Ozarks. Ozark It had two eighteen-hole golf
courses, six swimming pools, a private beach, tennis courts, recreation
centers, fitness center, senior center, horseshoe pits, two nature
trails, and seven lakes for boating. It seemed nice as we drove around
although the temperature readout in the car said it was 100 degrees
outside!
The wedding was held at the Cherokee Village Lutheran Church. As we
approached it seemed a little older with a worn stone exterior. I’d
never been in a Lutheran Church before but once inside it seemed pretty
much like any other. The sanctuary was simple and small, maybe seating
150 people at most I guessed after a quick count of the pews. It was
mostly empty now except for people doing the flowers and whatever else
needed to be done in the hours before the wedding.
Steve and the guys headed straight for where the “dressing room” was,
leaving me all on my own. I stayed indoors in the air-conditioning to
avoid the oppressive heat and humidity. The air-conditioning in the
church seemed to be barely keeping up with it as it was so I didn't want
to go and get myself all hot and lose whatever bounce was left in my
hair.
Sitting in one of the back pews, I read through the wedding program and
learned a little more about the bride and groom. In all it seemed like a
pretty classic wedding with one of her close childhood friends singing a
solo. Since nobody knew me I guess everyone assumed I was with the
opposite side of the bridal party as they were and so sort of ignored me.
It was just as well since I didn't have anything in common with anyone
and really wasn't in that talking mood.
After about a half hour or so of boredom – you can only read the
literature in the pews so many times, my mind started to wander.
Thoughts of how good it felt to touch myself earlier crept back into my
head and I caught myself just in time before I unconsciously reached
between my legs. Damn, I was horny again! As tempting as it was to find
the nearest restroom, I kept myself in check. The last thing I needed
was to sit in the pews next to who knows who while I smelled of sex!
Another fifteen minutes and I’d read through a couple more pamphlets in
the back of the church about the church itself and doctrine. Boring! I
started to question the wisdom in my decision not to seek out the privacy
of the restroom. Now THAT would have made the time go back quickly!
Unfortunately, people were starting to trickling in now and no doubt the
bathroom would be getting busy. Not that such things had stopped me in
the past, but there’s just something about not knowing people and then
knowing you won’t have anything to do with them at all that sort of takes
the fun out of such activities.
Thirty minutes to go and still no sign of Steve. Had he totally
forgotten about me or what? I wasn't sure what all he had to do before
the wedding but surely he could have taken two minutes and at last
checked on me. Now I really DID need to go the little girl’s room – but
for good reason!
Looking around, I soon found what I needed down a hallway from the
sanctuary. Sure enough, it was filled with women doing last minute
makeup retouching and hair checks. Fortunately one of the stalls was
open! Ever notice the closer you get to the restroom the more urgent the
need? What had seemed like a mild urge a few minutes ago had suddenly
turned into something quite more urgent.
When I’d finished dealing with Mother Nature, I started to pull up my
panties when something struck me. What the heck, why not at least do
SOMETHING a little bit fun, even if nobody knew about it but me? Instead
of pulling them up, I dropped the panties to my ankles and then stepped
out of them, trying not to catch them in my heels. Stuffing them into my
purse, I smoothed out my skirt and exited the stall.
There’s just something about being bottomless that has always made me
feel good. It’s not just the voyeuristic tone or being naughty, I
enjoyed it even when I was home alone. I almost never go around the
house nude, not even when I was growing up, preferring to wear either a
t-shirt or maybe one of my dad’s shirts. Anything loose and baggy on top
with nothing on the bottom was my definition of the perfect at-home
outfit. With nobody there, it wasn't to be naughty that I went
bottomless, it just felt better that way. I love the feel of the air
against my exposed crotch and butt and the light tracing of my top
against it as I moved.
Being bottomless at home is all about feeling good and so it is when I’m
out in public. The thing is, being out in public adds another element to
the overall experience – being naughty. I would bet that 99.9% of the
time I’m bottomless in a dress or skirt in public nobody ever knows about
it. Of that small percentage almost all of them know because I make sure
they do. It would be extremely rare that anyone would see my bare bottom
in public by accident.
So it was today. As I maneuvered through the crowd of women and girls I
could feel my light dress flowing against my bare butt. Not that it was
a lot different from when I was wearing a thing, but there was just
something intangible about knowing you were naked under the skirt and not
just being revealing. I wondered if anyone else in there was going sans
panties as well. Who knows, maybe some were. Like with me, nobody would
know about it but them. What would they say if they knew about me?
Really, it’s not like I was flaunting my pussy but still, there are a lot
of women who really get uptight at the mere mention of going out without
bottoms.
I saw that my seat in the pew had been taken when I got back. It didn't
matter as there were now ushers doing the seating. I was asked the
usual, “bride or groom” and answered that I was with the groom.
Considering I wouldn't have recognized him if he walked by that was a bit
of a stretch but still, I was closer to him than the bride.
The usher took me about half-way down and seated me next to another girl
who looked to be about my age. She was dressed somewhat similar to me
except her dress was a light yellow version and the shoulder straps went
over to the back instead of behind her neck. She was a blonde and VERY
good looking. I introduced myself and she told me her name was Janet.
She also made it a point to note that she was the groom’s EX girlfriend.
Actually that’s what started up the conversation between the two of us –
talking about ex-boyfriends and being left high and dry. Apparently she
had been seeing Fred in college and even though she knew he was with
Mary-Anne, he had led her on (her words) to think that he was tired of
her and wanted to be with Janet. Well, that was fine and good but
eventually she learned that while Fred enjoying sex with Janet, he was
proposing to Mary-Anne.
It was an interesting story so I asked her why she was at the wedding.
She smiled at me and grinned, “There’s always hope and besides, I don't
think it will last based on this morning.”
Janet knew that she had my interest and she whispered in a conspiratorial
tone in my ear, “He did me this morning.”
I almost choked and she asked me if everything was alright. I whisper
back to her that I’d done the same thing with a boyfriend in the past on
the morning of HIS wedding. Then I nodded up front where the guys were
getting ready for the wedding to start. I pointed out Steve to her and
she looked at me and smiled. It was like we were best friends in less
than ten minutes!
The music started and so we sat quietly while the remaining people were
seated. Eventually the mothers and grandmothers were seated and the
wedding was off and running. As I had surmised from the program, it was
pretty traditional and everything went off without a hitch. Her
girlfriend turned out to be quite a singer, even if it was yet another
rendition of the ”Wedding Song”. Steve did his part well, although a
trained monkey could have probably done it.
When it was all over I said goodbye to Janet and she smiled at me and
gave me a hug. I told her good luck with her “quest” and she understood
immediately what I was referring to and grinned.
“Mary-Anne will never give him what I gave him this morning,” she
smirked, her eyes blazing, “I give him a month before he’s begging me for
more.”
Well, it took me a few years before Steve saw the light and left his
first wife and was now with me again. I hoped for Janet’s sake that in
her case she didn't have to wait so long. I suppose it was rather cruel
of me to wish such things on a bride’s wedding day but then I like to
root for the underdog, especially when it seemed we had so much in
common.
After the bird seed throwing it was time for photos so I had to stick
around and wait for what seemed forever until all the wedding party
photos were done. Finally Steve came out to get me and we met the other
guys at the car and drove to where the reception would be held.
It was only a few minutes from the church to the Cherokee Village Omaha
Center which boasted three swimming pools, a fully equipped health and
fitness center, a stage and auditorium, meeting rooms, miniature golf,
kitchen and spa facilities. Some of the rooms could be combined which is
what was done today for the reception. There was a disc jockey already
at work when we arrived but once again Steve warned me I would have to be
on my own since he would be sitting up at the head table with the wedding
party.
As much as I love weddings, this day wasn't exactly going over all that
well for me. I guess I should’ve expected it to be this way but I hadn't
really thought it all the way through before. Fortunately who should
walk in but Janet – and she was still alone. The two of us met up and we
found a table to sit at, even if we did have to rearrange the seating
cards just a tad but nobody seemed to mind. Being I wasn't a family
member or close friend, I’d been assigned to one of the tables in the
back. It had a few empty places so Janet just moved her seating card
next to mine.
“Love your dress” we both said at the same time to each other.
We giggled and started talking about our boyfriends some more – although
in her case her “boyfriend” was the groom. Nobody else was sitting at
our table so we didn't have to whisper the way we did in the church
although we still kept our voices down.
“So you really got laid by Fred this morning?” I asked her, making my
voice sound like I couldn't believe she had done such a thing.
Actually I thought it was pretty cool as I knew exactly how she must have
been feeling. Memories came flooding back of how I recalled the day
Steve had gotten married and I sat at his reception with fresh reminders
of him inside of me. I knew his marriage wouldn't last and now here I
was with him as his girlfriend again.
“I hope you don't think I’m some sort of slut,” she said, frowning a bit.
“Oh course I do... we sluts have to stick together you know,” I teased
her.
That seemed to ease the tension that was starting to build and if
anything, opened the floodgates to us each telling the other during the
dinner some of my more memorable experiences with the groom and his best
man. At times I noticed Janet seemed to be eying me a little closer than
her just being friendly would warrant. My mind began to wander, as it
seems it does in such situations, and I started to wonder if maybe Janet
was interested in more than just my stories and chatting.
Who knows what might have happened had I been there by myself. Instead,
Steve eventually made it my way after the dancing started and for the
first time that day actually paid a little attention to me. When I came
back to the table to get my drink I noticed that Janet was gone without
even leaving me a note. Oh well, maybe I’d misread the situation or she
just wasn't interested in a one- night fling. Too bad, it might have
been fun!
As the night wore on and the open bar flowed, the people began to loosen
up. I can’t say I’m much of a dancer so when the traditional chicken
dance and other ridiculous songs started I stayed off to the side and
watched Steve as he made a fool of himself but it was funny and I didn’t
mind. If anything it endeared me all more to him to watch him get out on
the dance floor with everyone and look like an idiot without worrying
about what others thought about him.
Now that Janet had gotten my imagination going, it was pretty much stuck
in high gear for the rest of the evening. Sometimes it would shift up
and down, but I could never entirely keep from having at least few
naughty thoughts running around in the back of my head. Seeing Fred as
he reached under Mary-Anne’s wedding gown for the traditional garter
ceremony made me wonder if she was wearing any panties. Undoubtedly so
from the looks of her but it didn't stop me from wondering about it all
the same. One thing I knew was that when I eventually got married my
hubby would be getting a pretty good view of his new wave’s crotch when
he got under my dress! The thought of exposing myself to my husband in
front of both our families, even though they wouldn't know it, was quite
erotic.
As the evening wore on the usual events took take – the traditional
father-bride and mother-groom dance and so forth. I didn't catch the
bouquet which was fine with me. Probably helped that I tried my best to
stay away from it! Granted, sometimes when I daydreamed I wondered about
me and Steve in the future but I wasn't ready to even think about
marriage yet so no sense in setting any expectations.
It was getting late and starting to look like Steve wasn't going to make
any moves which made me wonder a little more about him yet again. Heck,
wasn’t it a pretty solid wedding tradition for the best man to get laid
at the reception? OK, so according to strict tradition he’s suppose to
screw the maid of honor but at this wedding she was married and not all
that good looking. Not to mention I wanted him to fuck ME, not some
other girl. Hmmmmmm, so it was going to be left up to me I guess if
anything was going to happen to make this a more memorable evening.
“I want you to fuck me Steve,” I whispered in his ear during one of the
slow dance.
He already had his arms around me with both hands planted firmly on my
ass – a carefree attitude that was one of the benefits of the more than
few drinks he’d been downing. Steve pulled his head back from my
shoulder quickly and looked me in the eye as if he hadn't heard me right.
“Like NOW? Right here in front of everyone?” he said half-jokingly.
Maybe as drunk as he was getting with a few more drinks he might actually
DO such a thing but that really wasn't my intention – although it was an
interesting concept.
“I’m serious Steve... I need you to fuck me.”
“OK, so you mean like here and now?”
“Well, not HERE silly, but yes NOW!”
Steve looked around as if he thought somebody might be listening to our
exchange. Between the loud music and everyone moving around it was
highly unlikely but then I guess you never know these days who has their
little cameras. Maybe it was the look in my eyes or the way my voice
came across as demanding, but for whatever reason he seemed to get the
message that I was dead- on serious and indeed, I would have loved to
have him do me right here and now.
“OK then, I’m game. So let’s go find someplace.”
As it turned out, THAT was the most difficult part. The place wasn't all
that big and what there was wasn’t all that private. The only place that
seemed viable was the kitchen as all the food had been catered in so the
kitchen hadn't been touched. The only thing that made be second-guess
the idea was that it looked pretty dark from the outside and I
immediately noted that the double swinging doors didn't even have
handles, let alone locks. Oh well, any port in a storm as they say. It
would have to do as I wasn't going outside in the miserable heat.
“C’mon, let’s go in there,” I urged him, pointing at the kitchen.
“Yeah but what if someone walks in on us?”
“So what? I doubt anyone would care, do you?”
Indeed, so what? It wasn't like anybody there knew me and what was the
big deal with a couple having sex at a wedding reception. Like, didn't
someone ALWAYS get laid at the reception? Assuming that was true, then
why not me this time? After all, it’s not like this would be the first
time I had sex at a wedding – and it had been with Steve at that. Even
better, it was at his own wedding and I was NOT the bride.
Although the fluorescent lights were out there enough light streaming in
through the door windows that once my eyes adjusted I could still see
fairly well. Without wasting any time, we moved over to the left side
where the sink was along with a large table with a stainless steel top.
As far away from the door as we were, someone would have to come in and
deliberately look to the side in order to see us. Even then their eyes
probably wouldn’t be adapted well enough to make out what was going on –
although it should be obvious to anyone with average intelligence we
weren't exactly doing the dishes.
“So... is my sexy girlfriend feeling horny tonight finally?”
Finally? Sucking in a big breath, I puffed out my cheeks as I slowly let
out my breath. Sheesh, what did he think?
“How about you just stop goofing off and fuck me, OK?” I said rather
curtly.
For some reason I was feeling a little torn. On the one hand my body
wanted sex but on the other I was a little perturbed with Steve over the
way he had been ignoring me all day. Yet denying him sex to punish him
would only be punishing me even more so what would be the point?
Steve reached down and undid his pants and then pulled his shirt out of
the way, dropping his pants and underwear to his ankles but leaving them
on over his shoes. Then he looked at me with a strange grin as if he had
come up with an idea that he knew I wouldn't like.
“You know Kelly, I’ve got an even better idea... why don't you suck my
cock first and THEN if you’re good enough I'll fuck you. Deal or no
deal?”
“IF” I was good enough. If I hadn't been so horny OI would have left him
there with a hard-on and his pants around his ankles. Again, it would
have punished e more than him so onward I went.
Again I was torn but this time in different directions. As anyone who
knows me at all will verify, I simply LOVE sucking cock and Steve knew it
all too well. Heck, he’d known from the first time I gave my very first
blowjob back when I was just fourteen as I kneeled in front of him in the
middle of a dark movie theater. Now Steve may have been my first real
dick but before that my mom had taught me a few tricks using one of her
dildos so it wasn't like I was clueless. Even so, I believe that
cocksucking is something that just comes natural to girls and if they
weren’t brainwashed by their mothers and others about it before they had
a chance to experience it for themselves that even more girls would love
giving head.
The one thing that surprised me the first time I sucked on Steve’s dick
was that I wasn't prepared at all for him to cum so ready or not, I took
it in my mouth the first time more by default than by plan. Once he’d
finished I didn't know what else to do with it so I just swallowed
instinctively. In the long run it probably was for the best because I
simply loved the taste of his cum and made me feel so good to see his
reaction when I swallowed it.
OK, so as much as I would love to suck his dick tonight at the same time
I wanted to be fucked - badly. So far today I’d masturbated and
fantasized plenty but hadn't had a real dick in me. It was sort of hard
to believe that I could be on vacation all day with Steve and hadn't been
laid once and it was getting closer to midnight with every passing
second.
Given this horrible situation I wanted to rectify it as soon as possible.
In this case I’d probably been happy had he just stick his dick in me and
fucked me without any foreplay. It wasn't like I wasn't wet enough
already! In the end, what choice did I really have? It wasn't like I
was going to debate it with him or anything so as he stood there with his
dick in his hand, I squatted in front of him and grabbed it out of his
hand. I spit on it to get it a little wet and started to stroke him
slowly. His dick felt so warm and stiff against my palm.
“So you’d rather me suck your dick than the Maid of Honor? Where’s your
sense of tradition?” I teased Steve.
“That fat cow? C’mon Kelly, give me some credit,” he sighed as I worked
his cock faster with my hand, “Now as for the bride... THAT would be a
different story.”
I gave his cock a little jerk at that and he got the message.
“OK, OK, I get it... you don't have to pull it off!” he cried out.
He was probably telling the truth about his desires for the bride but now
I wanted him thinking of me so I took him in my mouth and started to suck
his erect cock.
Steve sighed as my lips enveloped him, “God I love the way you suck my
dick... you've always been a natural you know.”
Well, I don't know about being a natural but I sure enjoyed practicing!
If it’s true that practice makes perfect then by now I should be pretty
darn close to being spot-n when it comes to sucking cock.
It didn’t take long to get him REALLY erect as he was already more than
half-way there by the time I first held his dick in my hand. Mmmmmmm, he
tasted so good! I loved the feel of his thick pubic hair against my
cheeks as I took his dick down into my mouth and throat. There was
nothing like having his cock all the in my mouth with my face pressed
against his hairy lower belly.
Steve was getting into it and instead of just standing there letting me
do all the work, he had his hands holding my head as he pumped his dick
in and out of my mouth like he was fucking me. God, I thought he was
going to push it down to my stomach! Now and then instead of just
thrusting back and forth he would hold me head into his crotch, his hips
quivering as he held his dick down my throat and wiggled my face against
the thick pubic hair of his crotch.
“Oh fuck that feels so good!” he moaned and for a moment I was worried he
was going to cum.
It wasn’t that I didn't want him to cum in my mouth, I was more concerned
that he hadn't fucked me properly yet and with all his drinking it would
be hit or miss as to whether he could keep his erection once he came the
first time. After all, he wasn't that sixteen year-old I use to know
that could cum over and over and never go soft.
Then there was the issue of not wanting to stain my dress. Steve had a
habit of starting to cum in my mouth and then pulling out and spraying my
face with it. This was NOT one of my favorites when it came to his
habits but he seemed to love it so I went along so long as he kept it out
of my eyes. Unfortunately, guys don't spray cum any more accurately than
they pee which means often I would get it in my hair and clothes. The
dress I was wearing would show off any bit of cum that might make its way
there and as much as that could be sort of cool at times, I didn't think
it would go over well tonight.
Pushing against his hairy thighs, I dropped his dick from my mouth and
pulled his hands away from my head so I could stand up. I hopped up and
sat on the top of the table, feeling the coldness of the stainless steel
against my bare butt. When I lifted my skirt, there was just enough
light for Steve to see I wasn't wearing anything else under it.
“Wow, you didn't wear panties today?” he asked incredulously.
I shook my head with a grin and he just shook his in turn saying, “You
mean all through the wedding and reception you’ve been dancing and
everything without anything on underneath... god you’re such a slut!”
The way Steve referred to me as a slut made me grin as I fully realized
he meant it as a huge compliment and that he liked it when I acted that
way. True, my dress wasn't so short that I’d been in any real danger of
exposing myself but then there was always that possibility of a trip or
fall where everyone in the room might’ve had a quick glimpse of my bare
pussy – at least enough to answer the question, “Does she shave?” nothing
like that had happened of course but the risk was all part of the thrill.
“Well, are you going to fuck me or just stand there staring at my pussy?”
I teased him, leaning back on my hands and spreading my legs even further
apart for him. My dress was bunched up around my waist leaving me wide
open for him.
Just then I heard some voices outside the door. Someone was talking
right outside the door but I couldn't make out what they were saying.
There was no indication they had any intention of coming into the kitchen
or that they had any idea what was going on just a few feet away from
them. Still, Steve seemed distracted so I sat up and reached out with
one hand to grab his hard dick and pull it towards me.
“Don’t worry about them, it’s OK... come on and fuck me dammit,” I
whispered to him.
Now what guy with a full-on erection after just having his cock sucked
would turn down such an invitation from a horny girl sitting on the table
in front of him with her legs spread apart and her bare pussy beckoning?
Well, I know of at least one who wouldn’t! Steve took one last look at
the door and grabbed his dick with his hand and started to rub the head
of his dick up and down my pussy slit. Each time it slid over my
sensitive clit it was like someone shocked me with a Taser which seemed
just to egg him on all the more to tease me with his dick.
“You want it in you.. don’t you?” he whispered in a husky voice that
betrayed his own lust.
Steve was teasing me but I knew he wanted it in me just as badly as I
did. One thing about a guy, he can’t hide his true feelings when his
dick is about ready to burst it’s so engorged. It was OK, I was willing
to play along so long as he didn't waste TOO much time with his little
theatrics.
“You know I want it... give it to me... fuck me with that hard dick...
fuck me!”
OK, so I was laying it on a little thick but Steve loved it and somehow
by saying this and a whole string of others it made me even hornier than
I was before.
“Yeah, you’ve been wanting some of my dick all day... haven’t you?” Steve
continued.
It was all more to stroke his own ego but it was OK with me. Regardless
of his macho talk I could tell he was having a hard time holding back as
his dick was starting to press a little into me each time it moved down
to my pussy hole. It was like he wanted to push it in me but somehow he
was finding the willpower to slide it up one more time. I could have
probably just waited him out and sooner or later he wouldn't be able to
hold himself back anymore but what was the fun in that?
“God I need it SOOOOO bad... I want it Steve.. give it to me... fuck me
with your big hard dick.”
During sex every guy likes to hear that he has a big hard dick,
regardless of the actual dimensions. Why men are so phobic about dick
size I'll never understand but if it helped him fuck me better, what was
the harm in massaging the ole’ male ego a bit more?
Then without any warning he just shoved it in me. The first thrust got
it about Half-way in and he pulled back a bit and pushed again, this time
burying himself all the way in me such that the base of his dick pressed
up against my bare crotch. He had my legs up with my knees bent over his
elbows and as he leaned forward it lifted my butt up off the table as I
leaned back on my elbows.
“God I love your pussy!” he groaned as he moved his hips around to rotate
his cock inside of me like he was making a cake or something in me. “I
love... fucking you.”
There was a pause after the “I love” and even as much as I was
concentrating on his dick in me I still felt my heart skip a beat. In
the few seconds he paused it was like time stood still and a million
thoughts poured through my head. Was he going to say it? Was he going
to use the “L” word? Then it was like he had second thoughts and
finished his sentence more crudely. A felt a little let down but it
didn't take much more of Steve’s dick to make THAT feeling go away.
“Get down,” Steve gasped as he pulled out of me and let my legs down.
On command I slipped off the table and he grabbed me by the hips and
twisted me around so I was facing away from him towards the table. His
hand pressed against my upper back and I leaned over and held onto the
edge of the table as he pulled my hips back so I was leaning over all the
more.
“God what a fucking ass!”
Steve was massaging both of my butt cheeks, one with each hand, spreading
them apart so he could get a better look at my wet pussy and ass. That
didn't last too long though as he soon was back in me again, fucking me
from behind as he tugged on my hair to pull my head back like he was
riding some horse. The sound of his hips slapping into my bare butt was
deafening in the room, or at least that’s how it sounded to me but I’m
sure nobody could have heard anything outside in the hallway.
I just stood there on my tip toes and let my boyfriend do all the work
while I just focused on the wonderful feelings being generated within me
by the continuous invasion of my pussy by Steve’s hard dick. I reached
down with my right hand and started to play with my clit while he fucked
me, rubbing myself as best I could with him banging into me with an
almost rhythmic cadence. Wow, talk about the perfect wedding...
“Almost there... where do you want it babe?” he groaned as his thrust
became harder and more sharp.
They were less a stroking motion now and more like he was trying to ram
it through me using a hard sharp thrust followed by a slow withdrawal
only to be followed by yet another hard fast thrust.
Turning my head over my shoulder, I replied, “You know better than to
ask, you’d damn well better stay in me if you know what’s good for you!”
Then it happened, that marvelous moment when that first load of cum first
bursts from a man’s dick and explodes inside of me like a geyser suddenly
erupting. Sure the subsequent eruptions are nice but it’s the first one
that has the most force and substance.
I tried to imagine what it must look like to have the tip of his dick
deep inside of my body while his sperm shot out of the end like a hose
suddenly spewing water. With all the jerking and groaning it was hard to
actually feel it inside of me but I was sure that there was a sensation
of warmth in me that had to be his cum filling me.
Even though I didn’t cum myself it was still a wonderful feeling to have
Steve do me just as he had done so many times before. For a brief moment
I remembered the very first time he’d cum in me back on the day he took
my virginity. Eleven years later it was still special.
Steve pulled out and I knew what he wanted. I guess there’s something to
be said for knowing your partner’s whims and I knew after Steve orgasm he
LOVED his dick suck and cleaned off. Some guys shied away from it as
their dicks seemed overly sensitive and it was too much for them to deal
with while other just wanted to get dressed, as if all their sex drive
had left them along with their sperm. Steve’s dick was one of those that
craved attention so I quickly turned around and crouched again in front
of him, taking his tasty cock in my mouth and sucking off all the left-
over cum that coated it. The mixture of his cum with my pussy juices was
intoxicating.
“Oh shit that feels so good,” he groaned as I sucked as hard as I could
on his dick.
Then I held just the head in my mouth, letting my tongue work its way
around it, under the ridge and then over the tip. I was rewarded by one
last small burst of cum and then he was done.
Standing up, I kissed him. Again, this was another area where Steve was
different from so many men I’d had sex with. I don't know it’s a
homophobic issue or what, but almost every man who has ever had his cum
in my mouth refuses to kiss me later. Do they even know how it tastes or
is it just out of principle? In any case, Steve never even said anything
about it one way or another, we just kissed as if nothing was different.
“I love it when you fuck me like that,” I whispered in his ear. He just
hugged me tighter and then we kissed again before finally separating.
Looking around, I didn’t see any towels or tissues. The dim light didn't
help so as soon as Steve had his pants back up again I told him to turn
on the light. Once the kitchen was lit I quickly found a roll of paper
towels and pulled off a few sheets. Reaching under my dress, I wiped
myself clean as best I could although I knew it would be a while before
all of Steve’s cum was out of me. Still, it was better than dripping
onto my dress the next time I sat down.
I was holding my cum-soaked paper towel in one hand and the roll of
towels in the other when the door suddenly opened and in walked some
older woman. I had no idea who she was. She looked at me and her face
brightened.
“Oh, just what I needed,” she said as she walked over to me.
As she did, she finally noticed Steve standing off to the side. She
paused, then looked at my other hand and her nose wrinkled. Then
suddenly her eyes opened wide and her face reddened as she put two and
two together.
“Oh my, I hope I didn't disturb anything,” she said, turning to leave.
I called back to her as I tossed the used paper towels into the trash and
handed her the roll, telling her everything was fine and she wasn't
bothering anyone. She took the towels without a word and left without
making eye contact with either of us.
Steve started to laugh. “Do you have any idea who that was?”
I shook my head and he laughed again saying, “That was the pastor’s wife.
I can only imagine what she’ll be telling all the other gossips. Too bad
she didn't come in five minutes sooner. Then she would have REALLY had
something to tell them.”
We turned off the lights and left the kitchen to go back to reception.
All in all I have to say today went great. I love weddings!
Chapter 4 - The Boat
====================
The next day we all slept in late. Steve woke up especially horny for
reason and insisted on fucking me before I could even go to the bathroom
or brush my teeth. Whatever he had been dreaming about must have been
pretty hot because he woke up with a major hard-on and didn't waste any
time sticking it in me. No foreplay whatsoever but fortunately mornings
are my natural time of day to be the horniest myself so I was ready for
him.
After I’d cleaned up I put on a short cotton robe that hung down just far
enough to cover my ass and went down to the kitchen where all the guys
were. They were eating cereal and some donuts someone must have bought,
breakfast of champions it was not.
“Hey Kelly, we’re gonna take the boat out in a bit, do you wanna join
us?” Steve called out to me as I approached the table.
Well duh! If there was one thing I LOVED it was to go out on a boat and
hopefully I would get to water-ski and show off a little for Steve in
front of his friends.
Sitting down on one of the bar stools, I crossed my legs which
“accidentally” allowed my thin cotton robe to inch further up my thigh
until it was almost all the way up to my ass. Sure nothing was showing
that they wouldn't be seeing later when I was wearing a bikini but it
still attracted a lot of attention which was fine with me. Indeed, I
hoped they all got super horny looking at me until their cocks hurt. The
only problem for them was that I wasn't going to putting out for them but
then they didn't know that... not yet at least.
After some breakfast I went back to our room and debated which bikini to
wear. I’d brought several with as I hadn't been sure who I would be
wearing them for. Face it, a girl doesn't wear a bikini for HER, she
wears it for other people to SEE her. Depending on who and where that
was what guided my decision.
Speaking of choosing bikinis, had I been home on the back deck, I would
have probably chosen the type that my dad likes to refer to as “Kelly’s
Slutty Bikini”. Over the years they’d come in various styles and colors
but they all had one thing in common – they were all VERY small and they
all exposed just about everything. There was no way I could wear
something like it to a public pool and my Aunt Shari would’ve had a
stroke had I ever worn it around their pool. Even so, it was the perfect
choice when I wanted to show off to someone special like a boyfriend or
my dad. As much as I would’ve loved to see the reaction from Steve’s
friends had I worn it today, it was entirely too revealing. I don't mean
to sound full of myself, but assholes don't deserve to see that much of
my skin!
For those times when I was required had to be more subtle and discrete,
like at a church picnic or over at my aunt and uncle’s house, I had
several what I could call “standard” bikinis. The one I’d brought with
me was pink for the most part with some white trim and pretty much
covered my ass and boobs. There were times when I’d get out of the pool
that some readjustment was needed, but overall it wasn't all THAT
revealing. It showed more cleavage than anything else but the bottom was
really tight such that when I sat down with my legs open it would pull up
and reveal a nice camel toe. Usually I crossed my legs when I wore this
one though. If I where I could put on a show I wouldn't have been
wearing that one in the first place.
Then there were days like today. The bikini I chose was probably the
type that I wore the most like when going to a friend’s house or a public
pool. Unlike most suits, the top didn't have a liner which allowed my
darker nipples to show through just enough to make their existence known
– as if the nipples poking through weren't enough. What I really liked
was that in between the cups was a stainless steel ring rather than the
usual material running between. The ring pulled the two cups together
but still managed to do a great job of exposing about as much cleavage as
I could get away with in public without being arrested. The top then
tied being my back which made it all that much easier to take off plus I
liked to think that when boys see the strings that they envision pulling
on them so my top would fall down. Like I said, bikinis are for the
people who watch me!
The bottoms matched the top and similar to the top, the sides were held
together by two smaller stainless steel rings. Being my pussy was shaved
smooth, it was smaller in front than it would have had to be if I were
only trimmed. There were no ties but it didn't take much for them to
come off when necessary. If anything, there were time I wished they DID
tie as they didn’t fit as tightly as they could have around the waist and
I always seemed to be pulling them back up as they worked their way down
my hips.
Being we would be out on the boat, I pulled my hair back into a single
ponytail. Normally I liked to wear a gold ankle chain or something on my
wrist but the odds of losing such things in the water were too great to
risk. A pair of flip flops rounded out my outfit. I had brought along a
beach towel which I draped around my neck and over my front.
“Awwwwww, I’d hoped you’d put on that other bikini,” Steve sighed with
obvious disappointment when he came in and saw what I was wearing, “you
know the one I like... the one I can’t hardly tell you’re wearing from
the back?”
Oh I knew which one he was referring to. I may as well be naked and from
behind, I did indeed look that way as the strings were so small and there
wasn't any material covering my butt.
“What’s the matter, your girlfriend’s not showing enough skin for your
friends?” I teased him.
“Well, there’s not much you aren't showing as it is but it WOULD have
been a lot hotter to see you in that other one. God Kelly, you look
smokin’ hot when you wear it I swear. C’mon, change into that one.”
“Well they’ll just have to happy with this one,” I retorted and then
paused before adding, “So are you saying I DON’T look ‘smokin’ hot’ now?”
Steve quickly made a strategic retreat but I wasn't letting him off the
hook THAT easily.
“So tell me Steve, just what do you expect from me when I’m with your
friends? Am I suppose to dress all slutty for them? Do you want me to
suck their dicks and let them fuck me too? Are you my pimp and I’m
suppose to be your little whore, like some kind of sex toy for your
friends to play with?”
I think I surprised him by being so blunt as for a moment there his
expression totally betrayed him. Oh yeah, I knew that was EXACTLY what
he wanted but even as horny as he seemed to be right now he knew better
than to say that to me.
“God no Kelly, I would NEVER ask you to do that.”
Yeah, he might never ASK me but he sure as hell was THINKING it. It
wasn't like I was mad at him or anything, just having a little fun. Who
knows, maybe under different circumstances I wouldn't mind doing such
things for him but not with this group. Maybe it’s because they all just
seemed to EXPECT it that turned me off. If I was to let them all do me
then it wouldn't be a surprise to them, they seemed to think it was a
done deal from the way they talked and looked at me. Yet again I
wondered a little about Steve. Had he given them the idea that his new
girlfriend was going to put out for them? Well, I don't mind being a toy
but I have to be in on it and not just used like I was a walking pussy.
In the end I just rolled my eyes and sighed a bit melodramatically as we
left to head down to the pier. The others were already there and even as
modest as this bikini was (well, not THAT modest as modesty is a relative
term) they all couldn't help but give me the once over – more than once.
Ignoring their blatant stares, I checked out the boat as this was the
first time I’d gotten a good look at it. I have to say I was impressed.
For some reason today it seemed a lot bigger than yesterday when I saw it
from a distance with the cover on. I’d been a little concerned that with
five adults it was going to be overloaded but we all fit in easily. It
didn't hurt that the bow was open for seating with a horseshoe of
cushions lining it.
The only thing about the boat that disappointed me was I didn't see any
skis. There was a large tube but that seemed to be it so far as toys
were concerned. Concerned, I asked Steve about the skis and he passed
the question on to Chase who seemed to be the one in charge of the boat.
Chase just shook his head and made some snide comment about who skis
these days anyway. Oh well, so much for THAT idea. It was a real
disappoint as I’d been dreaming about showing off on a slalom ski since
Steve first mentioned the boat back in Pittsburgh.
Given the silence, I didn't have to look out to know that the lake was
pretty much empty at the moment, at least at the end we were on. I’d
seen a map of Thunderbird Lake in the house and saw that it was oddly
shaped with several large fingers going down from the main body. We were
at the end of one of the outer fingers so I imagined most of the boaters
were up at the larger, more open area.
The guys eventually got in the boat and as I followed Ryan tried to give
me a hand but I ignored him as if I hadn't seen him and just jumped in on
my own. Without saying anything I made my way up to the bow where I
claimed the seats to myself.
Chase easily started the engine after which Steve and Phil released the
lines and we were off and running. As the boat picked up speed I loved
the feel of the wind in my hair, pulled back was with my ponytail flying
behind my head like a real tail. I was stretched out on my stomach over
the cushions on my elbows so I could see ahead of us, but well aware that
I was giving the guys in back a pretty nice view of my bikini-covered
ass. No doubt about now Steve was REALLY wishing I’d worn my sluttier
bikini. I kept my legs together on the narrow seat so it wasn't like
they could see up between them. According to my plans, THAT sort of
thing would come later... if at all.
Once out in the middle of the lake, the guys started taking turns on the
tube. I have to say, when you’re use to riding a slalom ski a tube seems
pretty tame but then again, my dad didn't drive our boat the way Chase
was abusing this one. I guess it was a macho thing with the four guys
egging each other on to see who could stay on the tube the longest
despite whatever devilish tricks Chase was doing with the boat. Thank
goodness they were only a few other boats out and they stayed well away
from us!
When it was Steve’s turn I finally sat up and turned around to watch.
Leaning back into the niche at the forward part of the seat I put my arms
out to each side to stabilize myself and then turned just enough to let
me put my left leg up on the seat beside me while bringing my knee up
close to me. I put my arm around my calf and pulled it in close to me.
Nobody could accuse me of flashing as my bikini did a pretty good job of
covering everything between my legs. Even so, without looking down I
could feel the bottoms pulling in tight and knew I must have been
providing a nice camel-toe for them to enjoy.
Rocking back and forth slightly with the waves, I smiled to myself as I
imagined what view they would be having with my sluttier bikini. It was
so narrow in the crotch that sitting in a pose like this would’ve drawn
it up deep inside my pussy until it was well out of site. Still, even
now Steve couldn't keep his eyes off my crotch as he struggled to adjust
the life vest. Chase was trying to look like he was keeping an eye out
for boats but it seemed he was mostly concerned with the ones directly
behind me for some reason.
Finally Chase took off again with Steve in tow. Seizing the opportunity
now with Steve out of the boat, Phil moved up to the bow area with me.
He was the first to be brave enough to come into my little lair and I
smiled sweetly at him but kept my pose.
“Aren’t you gonna tube?” he asked, leaning in close to me so I could hear
him over the din of the huge motor.
Shaking my head, I dropped my knee down and held on tight as suddenly we
started bouncing over other boat wakes. I almost lost my balance and was
heading for the deck when Phil grabbed me and pulled me back up to the
seat. In doing so his hands were under my boobs and once I was up again
he held on for what most people would’ve thought to be much longer than
necessary as his hands pressed up under my boobs and against them.
“Thanks Phil,” I mouthed as the boat shuddered as it crossed one wake
after another in Chase’s efforts to unseat Steve from the tube. The I
couldn’t resist leaning over and saying in his ear so nobody else could
hear, “I guess you know now that they’re real.”
Phil actually seemed a little embarrassed as he knew exactly what I was
referring to. I really didn't mean that he was checking to see if they
were real or not. My boobs aren't all that bad but nobody would waste
their money buying a boob job to look like mine! I may fill a regular C
cup rather well most of the time but I still wore a B-cup now with
certain brands. Sometimes I wore a smaller one to make it look like I
filled out a bra totally. Phil knew I was teasing him about how he had
pressed his hands up under my boobs. Any harder and he might have pulled
my bikini top over them!
Soon Steve had taken a tumble into the water and now the guys were all
were encouraging me to take a turn. I really didn't want to go out there
the way Chase was driving the boat. I prefer to have fun on the water
and not get all bruised up. It wasn't until Chase promised me over and
over that he wouldn't be mean to me that I finally relented.
Moving back to the rear of the boat, they had to dig out another life
vest as the one they’d been wearing was far too big for me, even with all
the straps tightened all the way. Unfortunately, the only other one in
the boat was more for kids but I was able to squeeze into it finally
although there was quite a gap in the center where it should have pulled
together.
Looking down, I realized why they kept staring at my chest. Talk about a
Wonder-Bra effect! The life vest was pushing my boobs together and up to
create the most marvelous cleavage shot imaginable. God, it looked like
my boobs were double D’s given the Grand Canyon that the life vest had
created between them! The only thing that would’ve been better would
have been to not wear my bikini top at all... which gave me an idea.
“Steve, this is really too tight... I can’t do this,” I whined, hoping he
would catch the hint.
At first it went right over his head as Steve tried to change the straps
again but I whined a little more saying, “It’s not so much it’s tight as
it bunches up my top and cuts into my boobs.”
Actually it wasn't a complete lie but a little overblown to say the
least. The ring in the center, which normally gave it that just barely
over-the-top look, WAS cutting in between my boobs a little given the way
they were being squeezed in. Sure it wasn't all THAT bad but it provided
a perfect excuse for my intentions at the moment. Thankfully Steve
FINALLY fell right into the trap I’d laid without even realizing it.
“Well, why don’t you take it off while you ski then? The life vest will
cover you up.”
Ha! I couldn't have said it better myself, which I probably would’ve had
to do if Steve hadn't been thinking like a typical guy. Any excuse to
get the girl to take her top off!
Needless to say, none of the other were arguing against it and at first I
pretended to be too shy but I realized I wasn't fooling anyone with THAT
line so finally I shrugged and took off the jacket. I started to untie
the top but then thought better of it and turned around so I was facing
the back of the boat. Taking off the top, I clutched my boobs and turned
my head back to Steve.
“Steve, help me put the life jacket on before I turn around.”
Steve put the jacket against my back and I handed him my top over my
shoulder, leaving me temporarily topless but facing away from everyone so
at most they got a slight view from the side. Putting my arms through
the jacket, I lifted them up so it slid down my arms and onto my
shoulders. Once I had the first buckle snapped I turned around and let
Steve help do the rest.
“Well, how do I look?” I asked everyone, putting my hands on my hips like
I was posing the latest fashion.
“Nice... but would have been better without the jacket,” Ryan smirked.
Yeah, he was still Asshole #1.
“Hey, that’s my girlfriend you’re drooling over,” Steve said, smacking
Ryan on the shoulder playfully. It wasn't like he was protesting all
that much if you asked me.
“Well you’re fucking her so the least you can do is let us look,” Ryan
came back. God, the nerve of this guy!
Ryan did a high-five with Phil, as if he’d just made some fantastic
comeback. Yep, Assholes #1 and #2. Well, they were sealing up whatever
chances they may have had left to do anything more than watch.
“And don't you wish you could too Ryan,” I couldn't help but say to him,
patting him on the head like my pet dog.
Before things got out of hand I jumped overboard and swam over to the
tube. It was a pain getting up onto it and I swore as I pulled myself up
and over that I was NOT going to do this again. In doing so I was facing
away from the boat so in my scrambling to get into the tube I was
confident there were four pair of eyes taking in every inch of my ass and
open legs. No doubt a few prayers were being said in hope my life vest
would pop off but as tight as it was on me there was little chance of
that unless the buckles snapped off.
Finally I was in place and I gave a thumb-sup to Chase who, true to his
word, took off gently and gradually built up speed. Even as slow as he
was going it was a rough ride as the lake was starting to get busier and
the wakes were everywhere. I’d could have chosen to lay flat on my
stomach which probably would have been the safest position but instead I
was on my knees leaning over to grab the handles. Of course this gave
the best possible view down the front of my life vest but as far back as
I was there was little chance they would see much more than their
imagination.
Kneeling also had the effect of putting my ass up in the air more and as
I bounced about my bottoms gradually worked their way down. Of all times
for them to be doing THAT again. True, there was never any danger they
would slip off entirely but they definitely went down low enough to
expose my butt crack and a healthy portion of my ass to whomever we
passed by.
Just then I heard the motor surge and to my horror I saw it turn sharply,
doing a 180 degree turn. The rope between me and the boat slackened and
then as the boat passed me the rope tightened back up again. With a SNAP
the tube was pulled around to the opposite direction and I felt the left
handle rip from my hand as the tube took off like a rocket, leaving me
behind in the dust, so to speak. Well, Chase had just earned his
“Asshole #3” full accreditation.
A cry burst from me as I was literally hurled into the water and then
dragged by one hand before common sense kicked in and I let go.
Unfortunately by then with my bottoms already loose, they were pulled
down by the rushing water and off before I realized what was happening.
Trying to get my bearings, I was left floating all alone, choking on lake
water and feeling quite bottomless all of a sudden. I twisted around,
trying to see where my bikini bottoms had gone to but they were nowhere
in sight. Crap, they must have sunk and now I was out an expensive
bikini.
As the boat turned and approached, I could hear everyone’s laughter,
Steve included. Then it finally struck me that not only had I lost half
of an expensive bikini, but I had to deal with four guys who so far had
no idea what the situation was. The lake water was brown and you
couldn't see more than a couple of inches below the surface so they had
no idea I was floating there stark naked except for my life vest.
C’mon Kelly, swim over here and get in,” Steve called out to me.
“You asshole!” I yelled at Chase.
He just shrugged as if it wasn't his fault but I knew better. The jerk
couldn't resist the temptation to take advantage of my trust. Well, if I
couldn't trust him to even pull me on a tube, why would I trust him
enough to such his dick? Of course, on second thought HE would have to
trust ME to put his dick in my mouth between my teeth! Maybe that wasn't
such a bad idea after all... NOT!
Steve called to me again and I shook my head. He looked at me, obviously
wondering why I was having such problems getting back in the boat.
“Tell your friends not to look.”
Steve cocked his head and if anything, the other guys were now looking
all the more. I guess it’s sort of like saying don’t touch the paint, it
just makes people want to do it all the more.
“I’m having... problems,” I said in a terse voice, “I lost something when
your jerk of a friend took off like a bat out of hell and dragged me in
the water.”
“Oh? What did you lose?” Steve asked, missing the obvious.
I just cocked my head and frowned. Finally it dawned on him. Like, how
many things did I have with me to lose in the first place?
“Hey that’s cool, you made her lose her bottoms,” Phil said to Chase,
“Nice job bro!”
“Not funny... not you guys just turn around and don't you dare look!”
Like lost puppies, the three of them dutifully turned away as Steve put
out the ladder and helped me up. Trying to climb the ladder as Steve
pulled up on the back of the vest, I was acutely aware of my bare ass as
it came out of the water for all the world to see. There weren’t any
boats nearby and the shore was far enough away that someone would have
needed binoculars to see me, but I still felt exposed at the same time.
I was just pulling one leg over the transom when I heard, “Now THAT’S
what I call a nice piece of ass!”
I had my head down then as I as pulling myself up and over the side but
this made me pause to look up and sure enough, the three stooges had
turned around and were taking in all they could while they had the
chance.
“You asshole, I said not to look!” I practically spit out, trying to make
them think I was madder than a hornet’s nest.
Of course I’d known all along that they would be looking – what guy
wouldn't under the circumstances? It was a chance to let them think they
had “accidentally” see my bare ass and pussy without me appearing to be
letting them get away with anything.
Steve didn't say a word. If anything, he looked prouder than peacock as
I stood up and reached for a towel to wrap around me. Steve started to
unsnap the buckles but before he could take the vest off of me I turned
away from the guys so they wouldn't think I was trying to let them see my
boobs. Of course, I was only twisted a little so they must have gotten
quite a peek but again, it wasn't as if I was telling them it was OK to
look at me.
That left me with my bikini top and a towel around my waist for an
outfit. Another time and place and I wouldn't have bothered with the
towel but it was necessary at this point of the game. Hopefully they’d
all seen enough that later when we got back they’d be masturbating about
me before they went to bed. It probably wouldn’t hurt if I was a little
louder tonight when Steve fucked me!
Chapter 5 - Tubing
==================
The next morning was pretty much a repeat of the previous. Steve woke up
horny as usual and needed a quickie, followed by breakfast with the guys
only this time I had to endure a series of jokes about my bare ass and
tight life vests. Of course I acted as if they all offended me but at
the same time I had a suspicion that they’d gone to bed last night with
the image of my bare crotch burned in their brains as they jerked off
about being in Steve’s place.
This was to be our last day as we needed to travel back tomorrow for
Steve’s job. He was still new at the company so he didn't want to push
it and thought if he showed up a day or two early it might make a good
impression on his boss. I had other ideas about he could make a good
impression on his boss, or at least how I could. Hmmm, maybe something
to talk about when we got home.
Steve handed me a small brochure and asked me if I was interested in
spending a day on a tube. Before I looked at the brochure, images of my
tube ride the day before flashed through my head and I shook my head
vigorously.
“Noooooo, I mean tubing down a river... see?” he explained, pointing to
the front of the brochure.
The other guys all suddenly perked up but Steve motioned for them to back
off, telling them that this was just for him and me. They all seemed
disappointed and in a way, so was I as I had assumed that today I would
REALLY tease them. All sorts of scenarios had been running through my
head and I was wondering just how far I would go to tease them. I’d even
considered fondling them until they begged me to suck their dicks and
then turn them away! Yep, after yesterday the gloves were going to be
coming off. If they thought I was a cock teaser now, they would REALLY
think so after what I had been planning but now it looked like Steve had
other ideas.
What could I say as Steve seemed set on it so once again I had to pick
out another bikini. It was a good thing I’d brought extras along after
losing my bottoms the day before in the lake. The one I chose wasn't
nearly as bright as the pink one, being almost jet black. The top for
this one didn't have straps and was more like a tube top than a
traditional bikini top. That meant there was no cleavage this time but
at the same time it was cut so low and tight that my dad had once
marveled at how it managed to stay on me! Well, with him around it
usually didn't stay on for long anyway so the point was moot.
As for the bottoms, they were cut totally different than the ones I’d
lost yesterday. These had very high hips and came down at sharp angles
to my crotch. The back was cut more like a thong than a bikini but with
just enough material that it didn't disappear between my ass cheeks the
way a good thong does. All in all, it gave me a totally different look.
Yesterday wasn't the right time to wear it in front of the three assholes
but today would have been OK after yesterday’s little show I gave them.
Just upping the ante a little...
We had to drive into a nearby town to get to the rental place so I threw
on some loose gym shorts so I wouldn't be bare bottomed on the seat. As
hot as it was out, I didn't want to burn my bare butt on the hot leather!
It also had the effect of hiding what I was wearing from the other guys.
I’m sure they had to be wondering as we left what I was wearing that I
needed to cover myself with shorts.
The little town of Hardy was about a fifteen or twenty minute drive.
We’d passed through it on our way in but it was late then and dark so
everything had been closed. It seemed a little dirty to me for a tourist
town but there were still a few cars lining the streets filled with
tourists. The rental place was up behind a MacDonald’s in a log
building. It would’ve been hard to miss the monster sign outside in
front of the building or the run-down van towing a trailer of canoes.
Steve parked in the gravel lot behind the place and as I got out, I saw
other girls there with their guys. I noticed that several of them had on
bikinis as revealing or more than mine. Not wanting to be totally
outdone, I slipped off my shorts and pulled up on the sides, drawing the
bottoms tight into my crotch. It’s fun to show off for guys but when it
came to girls, it’s more like a Roman gladiator match. Guys might look
at girls in bikinis but it’s nothing like how girls look at other girls.
The main difference is that while guys are looking and imagining taking
off the bikini and who knows what all else, girls are judging and
analyzing every fault and extra ounce of fat that the bikini reveals.
Once inside, we waited while the first group made their decisions and
paid. It looked like a bunch of college kids with four guys and four
girls. All four of the girls were in revealing bikinis although only two
of them should’ve been. While two of them were amazing, their wannabe
friends should have been a little more discreet. The third wasn’t all
that bad, nothing ten pound off wouldn't have cured, but the fourth was a
complete disaster. Her boobs were huge and saggy and it looked like her
poor bikini top was going to burst out at any moment. Her fat ass was
WAY too big for her bottoms and her stomach almost hid the front of the
bikini as is it sagged down and over it. A large t-shirt to her knees
would have been far more appropriate but then SHE was the one who had to
endure the looks and comments so who was I to say anything?
I was towards the back of the store looking at the souvenirs and such
when I felt Steve behind me. I mean that literally – I FELT him behind
me as he put his arms around me and planted his hands over my boobs,
squeezing them playfully.
“Steve! Someone will see.” I whispered over my shoulder.
At the same time I wasn't exactly pushing his hands away, something Steve
took notice of as he got bolder and started to lift the top up and over
my boobs.
“You’re such a naughty boy,” I said softly, my tone hopefully reflecting
the fact that I was glad that he WAS. In fact, the naughtier the better
as far as I was concerned.
“And you’re a naughty slut,” he whispered, his hot breath in my ear as he
massaged my now exposed boobs.
I quickly look up but didn't see a security camera. Oh well, you can’t
have everything!
We were effectively hidden from the group at the counter although had
someone come in the door and turned to the side they would’ve gotten a
pretty good view of us. I was starting to get horny and thoughts of
blowing him right then and there with all the others just a couple of
aisles away began to go through my head. No doubt I would’ve acted on
those ideas has not they concluded the sale and the woman at the counter
called back asking if we needed help.
The others started to walk out the door just as I was straightening out
my top. Although they didn't see anything I had no doubt they knew
exactly what had been going on. They all had that look that said they
hadn't been virgins for quite some time. What made me smile was that the
guys all smiled while the girls just pretended not to notice – a sure
sign that they had.
Steve discussed the various float option strip with the woman while I
just leaned over the counter and listened. She seemed to be about sixty
years old but that didn't stop her from trying to look twenty. Really,
there comes a time when a tight bikini top just doesn’t look sexy
anymore! The bird or whatever it was tattooed on her left boob should
have been out of sight if you ask me.
The woman warned Steve that it was going to be VERY hot today (god, like
it wasn't already?) and that the water levels were lower than usual for
this time of year thanks to the drought. As a result, Steve chose one of
the shorter routes that would end not far from where we were now. She
estimated it would take about two hours for us to complete the run which
seemed more than enough to me to spend sitting in a silly inner tube with
my poor ass bouncing off rocks.
The others must have taking the kayaks as the van was gone when we were
back outside. Some acne-covered teenager pulled up in another beat-up
old van with a couple of tubes stuffed in the back and motioned for us to
get in. Ewwwww, it was filthy and I was tempted to run back and get my
shorts before sitting on the grimy seat but the guy seemed to be in a
hurry so I gingerly sat down. Of course the van had no air-conditioning
other than the windows being rolled down so I was already sweaty hot by
the time we got to the drop-off point. It didn't help that the road
wasn't paved and the dust had filled the van, leaving me coughing and
rubbing my eyes.
As I got out I noticed that we were below some old dam near an area where
the water pooled to the side of the main waterway. The zit kid helped me
with my tube while Steve grabbed his. They both tossed them in the water
and I started to walk in gingerly when I froze – literally. Damn it was
cold!
The kid just laughed at my reaction and informed us for the first time
that all the water came from a spring a few miles north of use that was a
steady 57 degrees year-round when it came out. Hence the name of the
river – the Spring River. Well, even as blistering hot as the sun was,
the water hadn't warmed up all that much by the time it got here!
Damn, this was like some stupid winter polar bear swim. What happened to
the nice warm lake water? This was really ridiculous but Steve somehow
seemed impervious to the cold and quickly flopped down in the middle of
his tube. He motioned to me, encouraging me to get in while trying to
convince me it wouldn't be so bad once I got use to it. Yeah, and the
tax guy is here to help you.
It took a while but I was finally sitting in the water in the middle of
my tube, goose bumps and all. If nothing else, my nipples were now like
little mountain peaks poking through my top. I pushed off a rock with my
feet and we started our slow trek down the river. Emphasis on the SLOW.
We had to pass by some fishermen to get to the main part of the river and
they didn't seem all too happy at first at being disturbed but I smiled
and waved at them and they didn't seem to mind so much after that.
What’s more boring – watching grass grow or tubing down a slow freezing
cold river? The sun was blaring and as good a tan as I had I was getting
this bad feeling about it. It wasn't like we’d brought anything with us
other than the tubes and our swim suits. As I floated next to Steve we
chatted about this and that, nothing serious. In a way, this wasn't so
bad as we rarely got a chance to talk like this. Usually sooner or later
one of us would get horny and then one thing would lead to another and
next thing I knew we wouldn't be talking anymore.
Surprisingly, for most of the trip we were by ourselves. Maybe it was
the heat of the sun that kept sane people from doing this sort of thing.
Sometimes we passed by homes but even then generally nobody was out and
about, at least not on the river side. A couple of the campgrounds we
passed seemed pretty busy but people were usually fishing so we tried to
stay on the far side as much as possible so as not to get in their way or
get snagged.
We must have been about half-way done when Steve turned the conversation
to yesterday’s boating affair. Like a guy, he seemed particularly
enamored with me losing my bottoms.
“You know Kelly, I didn't even realize that you were bare-ass until you
said something,” he pointed out.
“Well I certainly did,” I replied rather sternly, then lightened up and
grinned saying, “So did it turn you on for your friends to see me naked?”
Steve laid his head back and sighed, “God you know it, I loved it.
Seeing them look at you that way and knowing I was the one getting to
screw you later... it was perfect.”
“It WAS kinda cool floating out there without anything on down there but
nobody knowing it,” I said rather absentmindedly. As I was saying those
words a thought came to my head and I grinned to myself. Maybe this trip
didn't have to be so boring after all!
“What in the world are you doing now?” Steve asked as I started to squirm
in my tube.
I almost fell through the middle as I reached under and worked my bottoms
off my hips and then up to my thighs in plain sight. Steve saw my bikini
bottoms and then just stared as I pushed them off my feet and held them
in my hand.
“There... now THAT is so much better,” I sighed as if they had been the
bulkiest and heaviest thing I could have worn.
In reality, there wasn't a hell of a lot of difference between how I was
now and before except for a couple of square inches of strategically
placed material.
“You know, you are really something else,” Steve said, shaking his head
as yet again he couldn’t believe what I was doing.
It was the same look he had given back when I was masturbating for the
truckers on the trip down.
“But you love it and you know it,” I teased him. Then I held my bottoms
over my Head, twirling them like a little flag and turned to him. “Here,
now don’t you dare drop them!”
He almost missed them as I flipped them over to him but thankfully he
grabbed them out of the air with one hand and then held them up to his
nose. I know a lot of guys make stupid fish jokes when talking about
pussies but this time they probably DID smell like fish!
“Pervert,” I teased him.
Steve just shrugged and tucked them into the front of his shorts. At
least he wouldn’t lose them. We didn't even have a towel with us so it
would’ve been pretty interesting to try to get out of the water
bottomless in the middle of town.
Like I said, physically there wasn't a lot of difference after handing
over my bikini bottoms to Steve, but psychologically it made all the
difference in the world. When I wore a thing I may as well be bare ass,
at least from behind, yet somehow that was ok at most places so long as I
wore something. With my butt hanging down in the cool water I was
showing off as much to the fish as I was before but now I was bottomless,
naked, nude, whatever else you wanted to call it. I couldn't just stand
up because people would notice in front I wasn't wearing anything.
“Now you take yours off,” I taunted him. Steve just shook his head. No
way was he going to do that! Sure, it was OK for a girl to expose
herself but not a guy. Didn't seem quite fair...
“I’ve got a better idea,” he said slowly, as if he was trying to warm me
up to the idea, “Toss me your top.”
My initial reaction was a big “no way”! It was one thing to be floating
along with people watching me without my bottoms on so long as my ass was
underwater or at least hidden by the tube. While I was fully aware of
the state I was in - they didn’t. The fun for was in knowing they didn't
know and to think about what they would say if they DID know. But still,
they didn't know.
That said, going topless would be a lot harder to hide, especially since
I had nothing else with me, not even a towel. All I needed was some
overzealous cop waiting for us at the next bridge to arrest me for public
indecency. Some people simply have no sense of humor.
“Oh come on Kelly... it’s not like I can’t see most of your tits now
anyway,” he pleased with me like a little boy begging for his mother to
give him a treat.
Steve was right in that without any straps and as low as it hung on my
boobs, when I was hunkered down in the middle of the big tube my chest
was almost entirely covered by the dark river water such that someone
couldn't see my top hardly at all unless I pulled myself up a little. I
thought about it some more as Steve kept on about how much wanting me to
do it and how chicken I was. Yeah, like who was the one who was half-
naked already? HE wasn't going to be the one floating down past who
knows who stark naked!
“Oh alright,” I finally sighed, pretending I was giving in under great
duress.
In reality, the idea excited me. It was sort of like when I stand in my
living room during the day naked and look out at the people going by. I
know with the way the light reflects off the living room window that they
can’t see me inside but I still get a kick out of standing there nude
virtually right in front of them.
As it turned out, this was a little harder than with my bottoms. My
other bikini would have been easier since it tied in back and I could
have just undone the ties and slipped it off. This one was all one piece
so I had to get pull it up and over my head. In the process of doing so
it was almost impossible not to fully expose my boobs for a few seconds.
Still, there was nobody in sight at the moment and it was only a brief
moment of exposure before Steve had my top tucked in his shorts along
with my bottoms.
For better or worse I was now completely at his mercy, floating totally
naked down the river in full view of everyone on shore and floating by us
with just the tube to hide me while he was responsible for not losing my
bikini. There really wasn't any choice as all I could have done was hold
onto it and surely at some point I would have slipped and dropped them.
Looking down, I noticed that if anything my boobs showed more now than
they did with the top on. The black material had blended in with the
dark river water like camouflage. Now my lighter colored breasts stood
out in stark contrast to the colored river water but at least my nipples
were underwater. That is, most of the time they were. When we were away
from civilization and nobody else was near I would pull myself up in the
tube so my boobs were visible to Steve. I knew he was dying for me to do
that and I loved the way he looked at me – or at least my chest.
“You know, you really look so damn hot like that,” he said one time when
I practically was sitting up on the edge of the tube. “God.. imagine if
some kid was looking through the trees right now at you... he’d be
wacking it like crazy!”
Indeed it felt sorta naughty to be sitting there with just my legs
dangling in the center of the tube, totally naked should anyone be
looking through the woods on either side. I didn't dare stay like that
for long as people were always coming by in canoes and kayaks or fishing
in some unexpected pace along the river but still it was an erotic
feeling.
The idea of some secretly watching me expose myself and getting off made
me feel all the more horny. Unlike Steve, I preferred to imagine some
older teenager or college boy rather than a boy but hey, whatever gets
you off I guess. I looked over at Steve and wondered how he was doing
down in that department. Given as cold as the water was could he even
get it up? Probably not or no doubt he would’ve been showing it off by
now.
There was the sound of a splash just around the corner ahead of us and I
slipped back under the water just in time as we started to float by a
campground with what looked to be some kind of kids camp in progress.
There must have been fifty or more rug-rats along with at least a dozen
teenagers and a few adults. None of them paid us any real attention, no
doubt seeing us as no different than the hundreds of other people that
probably passed by each day. Still, my pussy tingled a little as I
wondered how many of those people had been nude when they passed by. Not
many I would have bet.
At one point we passed under a low bridge. The water was pretty wide and
shallow and there were some rocks in the middle. As we passed by, Steve
stood up in his tube, the water only coming up to his knees. His head
barely cleared the beams of the bridge. Wow, I hadn't realized the water
was THAT shallow. Good thing there hadn't been anything to bruise my
ass!
“Let’s take a break,” he groaned, “I can’t sit like that forever.
Well, it was fine for him to stand up, he had his shorts on. So what did
he expect ME to do? At first I held onto the rock and stayed inside the
tube. Steve saw that I wasn't getting up and finally it dawned on him
why.
“Oh Kelly, get up! Who’s gonna see you? There’s nobody in either
direction for like forever and the bridge hides us from everyone else.”
“Easy for you to say, you got your clothes on!”
“So what? Nobody wants to see a naked guy anyway but I doubt anyone
would complain getting a good look at you.”
“Oh, like the parents in that last group that went by would’ve been
pleased for their little kids to see a naked woman?”
“Well, maybe not the mom but I bet daddy sure would have.”
Spoken just like a guy. Then again, odds were he was right. Still, I
needed to be a little careful so I checked both directions. This stretch
was pretty straight with the bridge towards the end before the next curve
so there should be plenty of warning that someone was coming before they
got too close to realize what was going on.
“Oh what the hell,” I mumbled, as if I was doing this only to please him.
Well, maybe that was partly the reason but it made me tingle a little to
stand up inside the tube and feel the warmth of the air against my naked
body.
A car passed overhead and nearly scared me to death, followed by more.
It must have been a busy highway and I grinned as I wondered what the
drivers would say if they knew what was going on right below them.
Steve was stretching, his muscular arms reaching high over his head until
they practically touched the road bed above him. I could see my bikini
poking out over the top of his shorts. Thank goodness he hadn’t lost
them! His soaking wet shorts clung to him, nicely outlining his manhood.
Mmmmmmm, it was hard to be there naked while my favorite part of him was
hiding away from me.
“You know, it’s not really fair that I’m here naked and you have your
shorts on.”
“Well, life ain’t fair, is it.”
Smart ass! Well, I wasn't going to leave it at that.
“Hey, you wanna get laid tonight or not?”
Steve looked at me a little narrow-eyed. “Is that suppose to be some
kind of threat?”
“No... a promise.”
“So you’re saying that if I don't take my shorts off you, you’re holding
out on me tonight?” Steve laughed, which sort of surprised me until he
said, “Yeah, like YOU of all people can so no to sex. You’ll be begging
for it by midnight.”
“There’s always Phil... he’d fuck me in a heartbeat and you know it.”
There was something in my voice that made Steve have second thoughts. It
was all bluff on my part – all of it. First, he was right about me not
being able to say no. After everything today, I was going to need to get
laid BAD tonight. Heck, I wanted it right NOW for that matter. Second,
there was no way in hell that I would EVER let that asshole Phil fuck me
but Steve didn't have to know that.
“Screw it then, you win.”
To my surprise, Steve started to undo his shorts. I gasped as he forgot
about my bikini until it started to fall but thankfully he grabbed both
parts before they were lost, his shorts falling to his knees as he did.
He laid the bikini on the rocks and then stepped out of his shorts,
placing them next to my bikini.
“There, happy now?” he said, stretching his arms straight out to each
side to show off his nudity.
To be honest, I hadn't thought he would go through with it. There were
times when I could goad Steve into doing all sorts of crazy things in
public, but I also knew that he was more worried about it than I was,
even though he tried to put on a nonchalant air. Oh sure he loved it
when I was the one stripping in public, but when it came to HIM being
nude, unless it was to have sex with me he pretty much had some sort of
phobia about it.
“Mmmmmmm, now THAT is MUCH better,” I said, licking my lips like a hungry
lioness. With his public hair matted down by the water, it just made his
dick look all the bigger. He was fairly flaccid now but I knew it
wouldn't take much to bring it back to life.
“I want you to fuck me Steve.”
The words came tumbling out of my mouth before I even realized what I was
saying. It was a spontaneous thing, like my inner desires just took
control and made me say it without even knowing I was doing it. Steve
seemed to be just as shocked as I was.
“OK, this time you’ve GOT to be kidding,” he protested. “It’s been long
enough now as it is, someone is sure to be coming along soon.”
Well, since I’d broken the ice so why not go for it?
“I don’t care, I just want your dick in me now, even if just for a little
bit. C’mon, you know you’ve been wanting to do me since I took my
bottoms off.”
Steve grinned replying, “That’s not exactly true... I’ve been wanting to
that since I saw you in that bikini!”
All the while he was stroking himself so I knew that no matter what
bluster he might be giving me now, he wanted it just as much as I did.
Indeed, it was like someone had an air hose attached to him as his cock
swelled up as fast as I’d ever seen it grow.
“See... you want it so get over her and let’s hurry up,” I said, keeping
a close eye upstream the whole time.
Actually it was the logistics, not the will, that proved to be the
problem. We didn't dare lose the tubes yet it was impossible to get
anything done standing in them. It was like having a giant pneumatic
chastity belt on! Steve positioned his tube on the rocks until it seemed
stable and then he moved over to me. I wasn't sure what he was going to
do until he stepped inside the tube with me, standing behind me. I could
feel his now erect dick poking me in the back. I don't know why, but
there’s something about a hard dick poking against me that makes me
shiver every time! It really doesn't matter WHERE, just that it does.
“OK... now lean over and grab the rock,” he said as I felt his dick
starting to poke me lower, searching for the Holy Grail – my pussy.
Steve wasn't wasting any time. No sooner was I bent over than I felt the
head of his dick sliding down my ass and then before I could even think
about it he was in me.
“See, I knew you wanted it,” I teased him as he started stroking in and
out of me.
“I can’t fuckin’ believe you talked me into doing this. This is crazy.”
“Oh give me a break Steve, I know why you stopped under the bridge – and
it wasn't to stretch!”
His silence confirmed my theory. Just then it was like one car after
another rolled over us. I don't know why, but it just made it all the
better to listen to all the people right above us while Steve was doing
me.
“Oh shit, I knew it!” Steve gasped, pulling out of me and jumping out of
the tube, leaving me bent over with an unsatisfied pussy.
I looked upstream and it was like a flotilla was heading our way. Well,
make that at least five or six canoes or kayaks. They were faster than
tubes so we only had a couple of minutes before they got close enough to
see us with any detail.
Steve grabbed his shorts and tossed my bikini to me. In his hurry he
almost missed me but I just managed to grasp the bottoms before they
headed for the river. Steve had his shorts on in a flash while I
hesitated and then just got back down in my tube, holding one part of the
bikini in each hand. I pushed off from the rock with my feet as we
started to float slowly down the river again. Steve was soon right
beside me.
“You little slut; you really do like being naked when people go by, don't
you?”
I shrugged my shoulders as if to say, ”Of course!” A few minutes later
the party went by us. It was a couple of families out for a vacation
ride. Mom’s were with the daughters and dad’s with the sons in their own
canoes making it six in all as there must have been an extra couple of
boys somewhere in the mix. All the kids looked to be in the six to
twelve range and none of them gave me a second look as they paddled by.
They all had deep red sunburns and looked more ready to just get to the
end than worry about a couple of people floating along in the river.
I waved hello and the mothers waved back. The dads, probably worried
more that their wives would wonder if they got too friendly with some
girl in the water just looked instead, which was fine by me. The water
covered me just to the top of my breasts, leaving just a little cleavage.
It was just on that fine line where it was hard to tell if I was wearing
a low-cut swim suit or nothing at all. If any of them wondered, they
certainly didn't ask but I liked the way one dad in particular kept
looking down at my chest. Hmmm, too bad he wasn't canoeing by himself.
Things might have gotten more interesting!
After they passed we turned the next corner and it was like the whole
world changed and we were back in Hardy. The take-out point was only a
hundred yards away so I worked my way under the tube and tried to put on
my bikini without making it look like I was putting on my bikini. Steve
was watching me whole time grinning.
“At least you kept your bottoms today,” he teased me.
I playfully splashed him a little as we stepped out of the water and
handed our tubes to some kid with a bald haircut. We all got into a bus
that took us a few blacks back to where we were parked and soon we were
on our way back to the house.
“So... do I get laid tonight?” Steve teased me as he drove along.
He didn't have to wait until tonight...
Did I say I love weddings?
THE END