ject: Wedding Road Trip (MF, MMF, F-solo, oral, exhib)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: June 19, 2010
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Summary:
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:
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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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 on 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 ways 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.
Hmmmm, 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 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 gave 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
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 along
side 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 load 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 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. Hmmmm, 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 lightest 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.
“Ummmm... 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
along 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.
“Ummmm, 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 is 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 as still a public restroom and I wasn't about to walk around
barefoot. Ewww!
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 hard 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
ad 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 any more?
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 on 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 a 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 fucking someone.”
“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.
“Hmmmm, 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.
“Ummmm, 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.
“Ummmm, 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. Hmmmm, 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 of 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 thought 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 thois wedding she was married and not all that good looking. Not to mention
I wanted him to fuck ME, not some other girl. Hmmmm, 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 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?
“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. Mmmmm, 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 this 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 on of those that craved attention so I quickly turned
around and crouched again in front of him, taking his tasty cock in my couth 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 anytime 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.
“Awwww, I’d hoped you’d wear 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 thee 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 the 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 a 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, non 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
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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 on 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. Ewww, 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 them 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 sop 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 a 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 loving room window that they cant 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. Mmmmm, 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.
“Mmmmm, 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, to 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?
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