I look at the window. What a beautiful sunny day.
I am ready for our new erotic naked display dare. My very small Bluetooth cellular wireless ear-phone is hidden under my long curly fair hair while my cellular is waiting for Sean’s desires in my red velvet handbag. I am thrilled as each time, wondering what will be my naked dare today, what the wild imagination of Sean will find for me, how daring it would be, how arousing too.
I have met Sean on Internet in a chat room dedicated to erotic dares two years ago. We are both singles. Sean has opened my erotic world to a dimension I never knew before, another self, a horny girl I would never consider myself.
Sean and I have never made love together. This is a very strange situation as he better knows every intimate part of my body than anybody else and asks me to do things that none of my lovers ever did. The other difference between normal lovers and us is that we never see each other naked in private, only in public.
Can I speak of love between us? Yes, somewhere it is love; he takes care of me as if we were in love, offering me flowers every day, writing me poems, protecting me. His huge respect for me is probably what makes me love him so much. He is many roles for me: brother, husband and lover. We never had to speak of it but we both know that we will make love together, our erotic awaken dream will break.
It began between us with simple classic and common dares such as walking bra-less in the street with a see-through blouse, bending in front of guys to show them my breasts, loosing my swimsuit top or bottom at the swimming pool, loosing my skirt with no panties on in a crowded shop, driving naked with windows full open, taking gas naked at the pumping station… But we soon needed more as each of these dares could hardly be repeated with the same excitement; we needed in fact the arousing teasing of the “unknown”. We needed more refinements to make our erotic dares more arousing, to renew the thrill of each time.
Not being able, when you are the performer, to know in advance what will be in the box is our first rule and that in itself is very erotic and exciting. You wake up in the morning, you know that today is your day and you are still wondering what will be set for you, remembering your best erotic and horny dares, just hoping that today it will be hornier, more daring than ever. This is what I call my hot wake ups as I cannot avoid to masturbate in the shower when beginning all my daring days, aroused to know that it is for “today”.
We began our complex dare experiences with a set of envelopes that Sean gives me as I leave home, there are numbers on them and I have to open them in the defined order and perform the dares that are written down. But this is not really very practical as opening envelopes for the next dare move in front of my audience while stripping off breaks down the rhythm of my shows. After that missed envelope try, we replaced them with a little note-book as I had only to turn the pages to discover the next move but it was not better as sometimes, once on the place, I could not perform a dare for a reason or an other.
Then, the tiny Bluetooth ear-phone appeared in cellular phone shops and we immediately understood that our erotic games could rocket to erotic peaks, with real time erotic interactivity!
I am not Sean’s sexual slave as I can refuse to do the dares he asks at any time, I can also change them or even decide to add my own. We also exchange roles after each new day dare. We just do it differently, as the Bluetooth ear-phone is just aimed at me.
Being nude in public is different for a woman versus a man. For instance, it’s very rare for people to call the police when seeing a naked woman in a street, which they will do systematically for a naked man.
I think that this is due to the fact that we are living in a man’s world. A woman is still first seen as a sexual object and, as an object of desire, there is no hurry to call the police, no threat is present for people when seeing a nude girl in a street. On the contrary, most men hope that the police will not come to break the show. I can even say that in some risky situations I met when performing my exhibitionist dares, men around me have always helped me to escape, protecting me.
Women are rarely shocked by another woman’s nudity. Most of the time they smile to me or, in the worst case, ignore me with disdain but they are not enough offended to call the police. Indeed, who would be offended today by woman’s nudity? You cannot look at an advertisement on any wall or in any magazine, at TV or else, without seeing bare breasts and bottoms. Movies are worst, it is nearly impossible now to see a movie without being able to know all of the anatomy of neither the actress nor the way she is moaning when making love.
But for a nude male, things are still quite different. A naked man standing in front of her is still felt as a threat by a woman in a street or in any other place, wondering if he is not a pervert ready to rape her. Our old status of male’s game is still present inside our minds and this explains our reaction of defence.
Men’s attitude in front of another naked man is not simple too. If men are accepting easily to be nude together, like in showers after a match, they rarely accept to see another man showing off in public. As females’ hunters, males often react as if that naked man is a direct threat for them, representing an unfair competition. So, unless they find it funny, they are the first to run after the poor nude guy or call the police.
To avoid these types of problems for Sean, when it is his turn to perform the naked dare, we act as a couple of lovers and the fact that I am the leader in it, stripping him off, makes his nude display more acceptable for the audience. For the women around us, it is just an erotic game and they silently thank me to strip naked that beautiful male for them. They know that he will not threaten them since he is with me, acting nude for me. For the males, the fact that the show is in my hands (in every sense of the word…) reassures them that Sean is not in competition with them. On the contrary, our common show is seen as highly erotic as one told it to me one day.
As female nudity is more easily accepted in public than male’s, Sean thinks that it is better to follow me in the distance, as if I am alone, when I strip naked in public. He also tells me that seeing me defenceless among other men, without being able to call for his help immediately, is more arousing for him. I have to admit that it is also a real turn on for me to play it with some risk. Of course it is a small risk as, in case of danger, I can call Sean for help easily with the Bluetooth ear-phone which is a microphone at the same time.
So, the Bluetooth ear-phone is now our best friend as we perform our erotic naked display dare fantasies. Add to this that hearing, all along my nude display show, Sean’s sexy and deep erotic voice in the ear-phone is also a real turn on for me.
Today, Sean asked me to wear a white cotton blouse with a very short skirt. The only daring thing was not to wear a bra under the blouse. The day is very sunny and many people are walking in the streets, sitting at the cafés’ terraces, the entire city smells with an air of holidays. I walk along one of these cafés, in front of the park, savouring the warmth of the day on my skin. I stop walking; Sean’s erotic voice in the ear-phone is whispering me to sit down at one of the little round marble tables near a young guy.
“Judy, please sit down there with a maximum of sensuality, please kiss land your round bottom on that chair as if my erect sex was waiting on the chair for you and feel it entering tenderly between your wet pussy lips.”
The fire of his words hits on my pussy and I feel the wetness between my thighs. I sit down with a slight moan feeling the caress of my skirt’s cloth tightening my buttocks. My neighbour is already caught and is discretely looking at me.
“Good, Judy. Now please cross high your long legs. Higher dear, I want people to see your white panties between your silky thighs.”
Crossing my legs as high as he wants catches the gaze of the male customers sitting around me. I feel the heat of their eyes climbing up my legs, my thighs, to my pussy, barely covered by my lace thin white panties. The first smiles are very inviting and I begin to melt as if I am sitting on a very hot chair, moving from a buttock to the other.
At the same time I can hear Sean moaning in the ear-phone. I am sure that he is already hard; I imagine his beautiful long, firm and pink dick growing up into his pants. Hmmm… sad he is a hundred yards away; I would have opened his pants to take it off as I did yesterday near the dance floor in front of a group of girls, completely taken by the sight of his long smooth penis. I remember the expression on Sean’s face when I told the girls that they could touch it if they wanted to…
“Judy, please caress your breasts through your blouse, mmmm… yes, that’s great, mmmm… how you love them, as much as I do… mmmm…”
My hands are fondling my breasts through the thin cloth of the blouse, I love to caress my breasts, to feel both their firmness and softness, to feel my nipples erect. As I caress them now with so much love, I forget the people around me, forget the erotic show I am giving them, but Sean’s voice is there to call me back to reality : “Oh please, Judy, now open your blouse, I want to show your perfect breasts. Unbutton all the buttons of your blouse… in slow motion, one by one, yes, more slowly, mmmm… yes, look at the guy on your left, he must be as hard as I am.”
My fingers caress each button of my blouse, the softness of the nacre is adding to the eroticism of my gestures. Each button is revealing more of my nakedness; I cannot avoid caressing the tender skin of my cleavage when I move from one button to the next one. A drop of sweat rolls between my breasts. The guys around me are enthralled by my fingers moving slowly down the blouse while showing them more and more of my white skin, more and more of my firm and ample breasts.
The atmosphere is very hot now in the café’s terrace, even the women are waiting for my next move. As I am unbuttoning the last button, I hear Sean’s sensual voice whispering me: “Now, Judy, please take your red lipstick in your handbag and your little mirror, put the mirror on the table and reddened sensually your velvet lips while bending over the table to let your audience see fully your naked breasts.”
I feel the eyes of the men burning my breast’s skin. I am so naked, so wet and horny, my erect nipples are so hard now, I need a mouth to suck them, I want fingers to tease them, to pinch them, I beg for a tongue to lick them, I crave for a man’s hand and mouth on them, to take them, to press them, to take… me. Oh this moment is so erotic, but knowing Sean by heart, I am sure that the best is still to come.
“Great red lips honey. Please now push away your blouse over your right breast to bare it all and reddened… your nipple.”
I don’t move. Will I dare to do such a thing in public? A young couple is sitting at the table just at my right and two middle aged women are taking a drink at the table just in front of me while a very handsome man of about forty years is sitting at the next table, he looks at me with lust, gazing greedily at my body. Baring fully naked my breast is already daring, but applying sensually and slowly my red lipstick on my nipple is much more daring, I can feel it. I know I am blushing deeply, still hesitant. I am dying to do it but I cannot. My heart is beating hard now; I am so hot and horny now. I would so much like being able to do it but I am still feared by Sean’s demand.
“Come on, Judy, show them your perfect breast, you have not to be ashamed of it, show these people how you love your breasts, how you are able to take care of them, show them how your boobs can be so beautiful with red lipstick enhancing your nipples. Please do it at least for me.”
I am done. I am too horny now to get back and it is indeed a great dare idea. Slowly, I brush gently my blouse-tail to bare my right breast. My tender bosom is fully visible now and everybody around me has stopped speaking or drinking. My nipple is as fully erect as my clitoris is fully wet. But before applying the lipstick on I first need to feel my breast, to caress it in front of these strangers, to press it, to cuddle it tenderly as mother with her child.
I cup delicately and tenderly my breast and began to caress it with gentle light circular movements, mmmm it’s so good to feel the softness of it, the silkiness of my skin, its warmth. I can smell my delicate female fragrance too. I begin to forget where I am; I am just with myself, touching myself, pleasing me. I delicately take my erect nipple between my thumb and index and I pinch it slightly, a wave of pleasure runs all along my spine, I love to feel my nipples like that, I also love when a man does it to me, driving me crazy just with the pressure of his fingers on my nipples. I feel my juices flow between my thighs, I press them together to increase the pleasure, to better feel my pussy and clit.
One of the two ladies is staring at me with her hand in front of her mouth, astonished, unable to speak, unable to take her eyes off of my fingers, of my naked breast, she is completely under the spell of my hot erotic show. Her friend smiles at me. Is she craving to do the same? Is she envying me? Is she turned on? The young couple’s girl near me asks her man to leave immediately “that” place, looking at me in horror, visibly jealous after seeing her man’s eyes glued on my breast. My left neighbour is just in heaven, not loosing a second of my naked display. I can also see that one of the hands of the handsome man sitting near the ladies, just in front of me, is now under his table. I look at him directly in the eyes and I lick my upper lip while pressing my breast to better show him my erect nipple. He smiles me back and opens slightly his thighs, enough to let me see that his sex is outside his pants.
Encouraged, I touch delicately the centre of my hard erect nipple with the lipstick tip. The man’s hand is now moving faster under the table, I am the only one able to see him. He knows it and shows me the head of his erect penis between his fingers; a little creamy tear is glistening. I am in heaven. Without loosing eye contact with the man, I apply now slowly the red lipstick, first in circular motions only on my areola. My areola is fully red now, glistening under the sun, I begin to apply the lipstick on the tip of my nipple. I am proud of the result; indeed my breast is really enhanced. My juices flow freely between my thighs; my thin lace panties unable to contain all of them.
The man near the ladies is masturbating more quickly under his table now, will he climax? I want to encourage him and I begin to bare my left breast to redden it too when I hear Sean telling me:
“Please don’t, just let your right breast in full view and now caress your left breast under your blouse without showing it. Please close your eyes, I don’t want you to see what is happening around you, just hear and feel the tension around you, feel the weight of the astounding silence around you.”
But I do not want to close my eyes, I want to see that man climaxing for me, so I keep my eyes wide opened while fondling my left breast for that man, with my right one still in full view. Oh all this is so erotic and I can feel so intensely the caress of my hand on my breast, on my nipple. My both hands are on my breasts now, fondling them while I am moaning without any more restraint. Then, the man lets out a moan too. I see that his pants are now decorated with his cum as his climax had been probably too strong to let him be in control of it. Some drops of his white cum even spread on the floor of the terrace but nobody notices it as they are all fully caught by my own naked show.
Then, without waiting for Sean’s instructions, I stand up and go to the man’s table, smiling at him, my both breasts in full view; I bend slightly in front of him and whisper in his ear:
“Would you like a hot souvenir?”
“Of course, yes.” He replies.
I know that Sean is listening our conversation through the Bluetooth ear-phone and it is turning me on too.
“Please slide your hands under my skirt and take off my panties, they are yours, you deserve them.”
The man blushes deeply but he recovers and looks at me directly in the eyes. He places both hands on my hips, under my skirt. The contact of his hands on my bare skin sends me shivers of pleasures; I close my eyes, waiting to feel his hands slide my panties down.
He takes his time, caressing first my buttocks before inserting his fingers in my panties to take them off. Slowly, very slowly, inch per inch; my panties slide down on my thighs. I now feel the cloth of my skirt directly on my buttocks, brushes them gently, my pussy lips feel the air too, my thighs’ skin now craves caresses. I open my thighs slightly, not too much, to let him move easily down my panties. His hands caress, press my thighs while sliding down my panties.
My white panties are on my knees; he holds them there for a minute, a very long minute. My white panties stand at my knees, not a sound apart hard breathing, mesmerizes them all. The man drops them and they fall directly on my feet.
All around us is silent, nobody can speak, and they all concentrate on my panties. My show is perfect. I lift up one leg and then the other to free my panties. Before the man can catch them, I bend in front of him, caressing his face teasingly with my breasts, and I take my wet panties on the floor to offer them to him. He looks at me gratefully and presses them against his face, not ashamed at all by the others around him and he inhales my panties as if they are a bunch of flowers. I am on fire, if he asks me now to let him fuck me here in public, I know I will say yes.
“Please, Lady, could you…”
He calls me Lady; I am not a slut for him, nor an object, but a Lady. I am happy to have given him my panties; he is not only a handsome and desirable man but also a gentleman. I am moved by his delicacy in this precise moment, in such a situation.
“Yes?”
He blushes, “Please, could you… show me your pussy?”
He whispers the word pussy with such desire, such envy that I cannot refuse him. I take the edges of my skirt and pull them up slowly along my hips, the gentle brush of the cloth on my bare skin is so erotic, I tremble with lust. He too trembles with desire. My skirt is fully over my waist now, baring my pussy to him.
Sean is back in the Bluetooth ear-phone: “Give him your lipstick, honey, please ask him, yes, on your pussy lips, this would be so erotic.”
My desire is so strong, my lust so huge that I immediately approve the idea to have my pussy lips reddened in public by this stranger. I don’t know how he will be able to reddened my tender lips, they are so wet now, but I don’t care, I just want to feel the tip of my lipstick sliding along my pussy lips, I want to feel the fingers of that man drawing his desires on my intimate lips.
Still holding my skirt up with a hand, I take my lipstick in my handbag and give it to him. It takes it, looks at me, but does not understand. I explain to him what I want him to do. He stares at me, unable to believe me. The other people around us are as stunned as him. They circle us now; nobody is sitting at the café’s terrace.
I sit on the table, skirt up over my waist, I feel the cold of the marble on my buttocks, and its coldness arouses me. My blouse is still unbuttoned hiding nothing of my round shapely breasts. My nipples are so hard that they are painful now. I take off my shoes and put my both feet on the table, opening wide my thighs while holding my ankles. I am wide open and I don’t care. I am proud to show my glistening wet pussy; I crave to feel the lipstick tip sliding on my pussy lips.
Tension is at its highest, the atmosphere is electric. My exhibition is so bold, so intrepid, that no one around us is able to react but just want to look at what will happens now.
He begins to redden my outer lips, first slightly, not daring to apply it too firmly. I moan, I beg, he reddens my lips with more pressure now, up, down, left, right. My pussy is a red flower; even some of my fair curly pussy hair is also red now. There is no more red in the lipstick, worn by the rubbing passion all along my pussy hair and lips. My flower’s petals are in full view. In the centre of it, my clitoris is emerging, pink, beautiful, glistening and throbbing with desire.
The man’s face is near my pussy now. I want, I need, I crave to feel his lips on my tender intimate ones, and I beg him:
“Please, kiss me there, smell me, lick me, press your face against my pussy.”
He obeys me with passion, burying his face into my pussy, while cupping my buttocks with his hands. I open my legs wider. He is licking gently my clitoris now. His tongue is inside me. I take his head in my hands, caress his hair, gasp, and search for air, trying to breathe. I press his head against my pussy; it is incredibly good, incredibly hot, and incredibly erotic.
I moan. I MOAN.
I scream. I SCREAM.
Ecstasy. ECSTASY.
I climax. CLIMAX.
Tears of pleasure are glistening in my eyes as my juices wetting my yearning petals. The man’s face is fully reddened by the lipstick from my pussy lips. He is smiling. I am happy. We are both in heaven. I don’t realize that I did this, I don’t yet realize that I am still seated, bare ass, thighs wide opened on a marble table at a café’s terrace and that a little crowd is circling me with lust, a crowd made of stares and smiles.
A face appears among the other ones. A face I know. Sean’s face. Sean’s stunned face. He was not able to see what was happening from where he was, he could just hear me moaning and climaxing.
He looks at me, smiling. He puts my shoes on my feet with gentle gestures. He gives me his hand. I stand up. He kisses me tenderly on my neck. The little crowd opens in front of us.
We leave the café’s terrace in a growing murmur. I walk on the pavement along the park with Sean, feeling my juices rolling down on my legs. It was not a dream even if I am still on a cloud… still somewhere up there, not on earth, still in heaven.
Sean doesn’t speak, he knows.
We walk in the park. Birds are tweeting in the trees and my heart is playing with life.
We sit down on a bench. I take my mirror in my handbag and look at my face. I wipe my lips. Discretely I rise up slightly my skirt while opening my thighs and look at my pussy with the mirror. Same as my face. It needs some care with all the lipstick spread every where.
I look at Sean. He looks at me. “I think I will have to buy you a new lipstick, honey.”
We both laugh. Do I love him?
What a beautiful sunny day.
