Graduation Trip Day 3: Wet T-Shirt Contest and Javier
By: Nancy

Category: Exhibitionism, MF

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Day 3: The Wet T-Shirt Contest and Javier.

I woke up alone in Pete's bed the next morning, or I should say the next afternoon, very sore and hung over. I had intercourse several more times after my second time with Pete. I had a hard time remembering when it was with Pete or with James. The naughtiness of how I lost my virginity thrilled me for some unknown reason. I felt like such the bad girl, and I enjoyed it. Pete had thought me a slut like it was a good thing. Maybe it was, but I knew better, and would keep those thoughts to myself. I found my clothes, and got dressed. Physically, I was a wreck, but the previous night's activities had me riding high. I felt like a kid with an exciting new toy. The possibilities seemed endless, maybe I would end up in bed with Pete again, or maybe meet some new guy I would meet in one of the clubs, there were so many possibilities. If worst came to worst, then I could always hook up with James. I knew he would never refuse me. After I dressed, I realized that no one seemed to be in the house, so I left and walked all the way back to my hotel.

When I arrived at my room both Beth and Lyndse were there. They didn't look in much better shape than I did. We eventually made it out to the beach to sleep off our hangovers. I kept thinking about how crazy I got the night before, doing with two guys in the same bed on the night I lost my virginity. Those thoughts kept me aroused all day.

After eating dinner that night, Beth, Lyndse, and I found ourselves in a different club than the night before. After a few drinks I was on the dance floor letting different men dance with me, kiss me, and their hands wander over my body. A few hours later Beth and I followed Lyndse to another club that she wanted to go to.

"No way," I heard Beth say to Lyndse's suggestion that we enter the wet T-shirt contest in the club that we had just entered.

"What about you, Nancy?" I heard Lyndse ask. "We know you're not the good little girl you want everyone to think you are. We know what you did last night."

"My boobs aren't big enough," I replied feeling extremely embarrassed that Lyndse and Beth known about my trysts with Pete and James.

"That doesn't matter," Lyndse said. "Let's have a couple of shots first, then decide."

Beth and I didn't protest when Lyndse ordered up each of us a shot of Tequila. About an hour later, with a couple of more shots of tequila in me, my head was spinning and I was up for anything. When Lyndse suggested once more that we enter the wet T-shirt contest, I readily agreed. I liked the idea of showing off my body, and I was definitely feeling aroused from thinking about my previous nights activities all day.

When it was time for the contestants to go and get ready we went behind the stage with a bunch of other girls. Some woman handed out little T-shirts. We all took off out tops and bras, and put on the T-shirts. The T-shirts were cut up and very skimpy; it took a little time and little assistance to figure out how they went on. The outfit was certainly revealing. All I had on was a blue flower print skirt with a pair of g-sting panties on underneath, sandals and the shreds of fabric tied around my torso that used to be a T-shirt.

Although I was pretty drunk, I felt nervous as I watched Lyndse go out to the center of the dance floor before me. She was enjoying the attention, and drew quite a good cheer from the crowd. She was more endowed than I was, so I was surprised to hear just as much cheering when I walked out into the dance floor. I felt like my breasts were about to fall out of the bottom of my shirt as I stood between Lyndse and Beth in the lineup.

There were seven or so girls in the contest, and we were all lined up in the center of the dance floor. One by one, we were wetted down. I watched as the first girl walked up, and a guy poured a large pitcher of water over her chest. Her T-shirt immediately became transparent. After she got wet, she went to the front area of the stage, teasing the crown and dancing. By the time she came back to the line up, she had ripped her shirt completely off. Watching her antics, and the crowd getting off on it got me nervous but excited at the same time.

The crowd booed the second girl when she didn't rip off her top. "No skin, no win," I heard a couple of people yell out. I watched Lyndse as she went out on stage. She was drunk and acting crazy. She ripped off her top, and threw it to the crowd just before she went back to the line up. It was now my turn. I gathered up my courage, and walked up to the guy with the water. I was taken aback by how cold the water was. I saw my nipples poking out under the thin, wet, transparent material. I was in a slight daze as I walked up the center of the crowd. Everyone was still crazy after Lyndse's antics. Not wanting to disappoint them I ripped off my top, twirled it over my head, and threw it into the crowd.

"Take your skirt off," I heard some guy yell out. Still dancing around I made like I was going to unzip the back of my skirt. The crowd went nuts, yelling "Take it off, take it off." Loving the attention, I found myself unzipping my skirt, and letting fall to my ankles. I don't know what possessed me, but I grabbed it, twirled it above my head, and threw it into the crowd. It didn't occur to me, at that moment, that I might not get it back.

I yelped when the water guy doused me again. I wasn't expecting it at all. I had on a pair of white G-string panties, and when I looked down I saw that they were completely transparent. When I walked back to the line up, Lyndse and Beth gave me a high five. The other girls in the line-up all did similar antics. A tall blonde, with the biggest chest, and who had on only transparent white panties, like mine, ended up winning the contest.

After the results were announced, everyone started dancing. The winner started letting guys pour water over her tits, and down the crack of her ass. Then the next thing I knew, I was getting doused with water. It was totally crazy. I kept close to Beth and Lyndse, all of us half naked.

Lyndse, and I were dancing together, topless, teasing the guys with pseudo sexual moves. Taking the teasing further, Lyndse grabbed the sides of my panties, and pulled on them like she was going to take them off. With all the encouraging cheering and the comments I nodded my head giving Lyndse my permission, to pull down my panties.

She pulled them to my ankles. I lifted one foot out, and then the other. Lyndse grabbed them, and threw them into the crowd. The guys around us were going wild. I was really wet at this point, and it wasn't from the ice water running down my body. I was totally turned on, dancing naked in the club.

Needless to say, I didn't have a shortage of dance partners. I also didn't have a shortage of drinks. Guys kept handing me full drinks. I figured that they thought the drunker I was the better. Who was I to argue. Luckily, one of the bouncers looked after me, and made sure the guys on the dance floor behaved themselves, at least somewhat. After a while, I started asking around for my skirt, but most of guys told me that I didn't really need it, since they have seen everything there is to see. I was drunk and horny, and didn't really care if I was naked or not, but I did want my skirt back.

I hadn't had the chance to go to the bathroom for several hours, and I felt like I was about to burst. Although, the idea of walking through the throng of guys on the way to the restroom was daunting, I really had to go.

On the way, guys were stopping me, giving me hugs, and telling me I should have won the contest. Of course, they were feeling my naked ass, and other various body parts, at that same time. I was continually groped and grabbed. If I didn't have to pee so bad, then I might have enjoyed it even though it was a little overwhelming.

When I came out of the restroom, the same bouncer that watched over me earlier was waiting for me. I had no idea where Lyndse and Beth were.

"Need any help getting to a table?" he asked in his Mexican accent.

"Yeah," I told him. "Any chance that you found my clothes?"

"No," he said, and I knew from the look her gave that he thought there was no chance in hell I would ever find my clothes. "Maybe, we can find something for you."

"I would be grateful," I told him, thinking it would probably be a idea to have some clothes. "What's your name by the way."

"Javier," he said.

"My name's Nancy," I told him. "Now about finding some clothes?"

"I don't know," he said thoughtfully. "but I know where we might be able to find something."

"I'll follow you," I said grabbing onto his arm, and putting my body against him.

Javier was a big heavy set guy with shaggy hair and a goatee. His complexion was terrible, and one of is front teeth was chipped, but there was something about him that I found sexy. Maybe it was the fact that he had been watching over me all night. I could tell he wanted me by the way he looked at me, but he had been more than a perfect gentleman. Maybe it was because I was really horny, and needed satisfaction. I don't know, but I wanted him.

He took me through a door into a long corridor that lead to a small dark room in the back. He turned on a small lamp as we entered the room. There were old tables and chairs strewn about covered in dust, and dozens of boxes stacked up against the back wall. He lead me to the stack of boxes, and he began opening them.

"This is probably all we have," he said holding up a large t-shirt with the club's logo on it.

"That'll do," I said.

I pushed Javier up against the wall, and my body up against his. I reached up and kissed him. He seemed surprised at first, but then started kissing me back. Then he suddenly stopped and backed off of me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm sorry," he said looking down at the ground.

"For what?" I asked.

"I do not trust myself with you."

"In what way?" I asked.

"In the way of a man and woman."

I didn't get it. "I still don't understand."

"I'm sorry," he said looking up suddenly. "I want to fall on you like an animal or a beast."

"Are you saying you don't trust yourself not to..." I searched for a word, but had to settle for, "rape me?"

He nodded.

I laughed. I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it. "Javier, forgive me, but you can't rape the willing. I mean look at me. I've been on the dance floor completely naked letting anyone who wanted, grope me."

He frowned at me, as if I wasn't getting something.

"I want to have sex with you tonight." I told him. "How can that be rape?"

"You do not understand." he said in frustration. "You are so young, so beautiful. I do not trust that I can control myself."

"In what way?"

"In every way," he said turning away.

I was finally getting an inkling of what he was trying to say. "Are you concerned that you won't last long enough for my pleasure?"

"That and..."

"And what?" I asked. "You just want to fuck me?"

I looked at Javier. He was avoiding my eyes.

"Is that what you want?" I asked. "Not sex, just fucking?"

"It's been so long," he said still avoiding my eyes. He sounded like he was about to cry. "And after watching you out there tonight."

"You just want to do it?" I asked. "Is that what you want? Please tell me."

"I want to push you up against the wall, and just be inside you." he said emotionally. "I don't feel gentle tonight, it's like I'm half crazed."

"Then do it," I said starting to feel slightly exasperated.

"What did you say?" he asked staring at me.

"Do it, just the way you want it." I told him. "You've been keeping all those creepy guys off me all night. You're entitled."

"But it won't be enjoyable for you," he said frowning.

"Let me worry about that," I said. "I've been running around naked and horny all evening. Just because we begin our night right here, doesn't mean we have to end it here."

"You would let me do that?"

I looked at him, standing there with his broad shoulders, his arms and hands. I thought about him dropping his pants, and pushing himself inside me, urgent, so full of need that he would touch nothing, do nothing but shove himself inside me. I had let my breath go in a sigh before I could speak. "Yes."

He came to me in one stride, lifting me, and pushing me face first against the wall. All I could do was attempt to hold onto the wall. He let out a low noise in his throat as he pulled his pants down. He then tore his shirt away. He was long and hard and more than ready. I had a glimpse of him over my shoulder, then his hands were on my waist, pinning me against the wall.

I had a moment of feeling him sliding against me, then he was inside me. He shoved against the tightness of my body, forcing himself into me. I'd given him permission, wanted him, but with our long conversation and almost no foreplay it was pain with pleasure. A bruising, almost tearing pressure brought my breath in a gasp that was both pain and desire.

"You're tight-not ready for me-but you are wet," he whispered when he was sheathed inside me as far as he could go.

"I know," I said my voice coming out breathy.

He drew himself out, part way, then in, and after that there was nothing but his body inside mine. His need was large and fierce and so was he. He thrust into me as hard as he could. The sound of flesh hitting flesh punctuated every thrust of his body. It forced sounds from my throat, from the sheer force of it, and from the sensations as he moved inside me, over me, through me. My body opened up to him, no longer tight, just wet.

I kept expecting him to finish his need on one long glorious burst, but he didn't. He hesitated, using his large strong hands to move my hips, a small adjustment as if he were looking for just the right spot, then he thrust inside me again in one long hard movement, and I cried out. Javier had found that spot inside my body that I had never known was there. He was running himself over it, and over it, and over it, as hard and as fast as before, but now he drew small sounds from me. The tightness began to grow, swell, like a warm thing growing inside me. It grew large and larger, flowing outward along my skin as if a thousand feathers were being drawn down on my skin to send me shivering, twitching, drawing noises from my mouth that were wordless, thoughtless, formless. It was the song of flesh, not love, not even desire, but something more primitive, more primal.

His body pinned me against the wall. I couldn't move, couldn't get away, couldn't stop him. I didn't want to. He was in control, he said the when and how. This was his moment, I was just the flesh he drove himself into. He needed for me to be nothing and no one except someone to fill his need.

I heard his breathing quicken, his thrusts taking on an urgency, harder, faster, until he cried out, and still he didn't stop. I felt the rhythm of his body change, a shudder run through him, then I was gone. That swelling warmth spilled over me, through me, pulsing deep inside my body, making my body contract, jerking, unable to control it, only his hands on my body kept me still, kept me whole. But if my body couldn't move, the pleasure had to come out some way; it spilled out of my mouth in screams, deep, racking screams, over and over as fast as I could draw a breath.

Javier cried out above me, sending his cries after mine. He leaned into me, a hand on each side of me, his head down. I lay totally passive, still pinned under his body, trying to relearn how to breathe.

"Thank you," he said in a ragged whisper, finding his voice first.

If I'd had enough breath I'd have laughed.

"Trust me on this," said my voicing sounding stiff. My throat was so dry. "It was my pleasure."

"I'll try better next time," he said bending over and laying a kiss on my cheek. He moved his body away from me, letting me move, but stayed sheathed inside me as if he were reluctant to let that go. I looked back at him, thinking he was joking, but his face was utterly serious.

"It gets better than this?" I asked.

"Oh yes," he said solemnly in his cute Spanish accent.

It took me a moment to realize where I was when I awoke the next morning. Javier lay on his stomach, his face turned away from me. The sheets lay in a twist around his waist, leaving his upper body bare. After our first time, Javier lead me upstairs to a little office that had a bed in it. I had stopped counting how many times we did it after the fourth time. Javier's body had brought me to a point were pain and pleasure merged, but I began to feel soreness between my legs when we finally drifted off to sleep; this morning it ached a little more. My body hurt, telling me that I'd abused it last night, or rather let Javier abuse it.

I reveled in the small pains, stretching my body, exploring exactly where it hurt. It was like an ache after a really good workout with weights or running, except the soreness was in different places.

Javier wouldn't let me leave until Lyndse and Beth came by with some clothes. Javier thanked me for a wonderful night, and wished me luck in my future, like we would never meet again. I took it as probably one of those magical nights that can't be recreated as much as you would like to. Looking at Javier, most women probably wouldn't want him just by looking at him, but I couldn't have ever imagined the pleasure that he had given me.