Friday Knight Writers' Block

The Exhibitionist

© 2003 by Heathen, Ed Houle, Roxanne, & Girl Friday

Reposted with permission of the authors.

Heathen started us off ...

The dinner had been excellent, of course. On a cruise ship the food is always excellent. We were walking back to our suite, but the long way around, wandering the decks looking out at the low waves that were dancing in the moonlight. We had stopped toward the bow of the ship and she leaned over the rail, just enjoying the silence. Her form fitting cocktail dress showed her figure off nicely and the blue satin shimmered in the moonlight. Standing behind her, I slipped the strap off of her left shoulder and let it come to rest on her arm.

Then Ed Houle continued the story ...

"Just what do you think you're doing there, mister?" she said, the twinkle in her eye not at all consistent with her faux anger.

"My parents always taught me to share my best stuff," I answered, "and the sight of your body is the best thing around." I slipped the strap off her right shoulder.

A repressed exhibitionist, I could see the effect the thought of being exposed was having on her. Her nipples were now poking through the elegant blue fabric, and a flush showed on her face even in the dim, reflected light.

Roxanne jumped in with ...

I just stood there watching her. I knew she knew I'd just issued a silent dare. We'd talked about it before. I knew it turned her on. She enjoyed giving peeks, but she'd never been topless outside. At least not with me.

She'd gotten dressed while I was shaving. I didn't know if she was wearing panties. At dinner, both the waiter and I knew she was braless.

I could almost see the wheels turning. I saw an almost imperceptible shake of her shoulders, first the left and then the right. A few seconds later, and a slightly longer shake; left, right, left this time. Gravity worked on the high seas too. Her right arm was pointed straight down, and that shoulder strap was no longer in service. Her left hand was on the rail, the left strap in the crook of her arm.

She was smiling. Her nipples were on high beam.

I heard footsteps coming from behind us.

And Girl Friday finished it off ...

Transfixed by her beauty, watching the moonlight play over her naked breasts, I could hear the footsteps coming closer. A voice in the back of my mind was screaming at me to take action, but I wanted to see what she would do.

With a sultry, sexy smile, she wiggled her hips and allowed the dress to fall in a soft puddle at her feet. She moved away from me, her hips swaying seductively. She stopped in a shaded alcove, just where the approaching strangers would be unable to see her. Throwing me a challenging look, her fingers trailed over her breasts -- toying with her erect nipples.

Well, two can play that game.

Deliberately, I scuffed my foot over the deck, pushing that soft puddle of satin into the ocean -- then went to join her.

--Fin--

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