Role-Play Erotica
"The Exhibition" a sex story by Brian K. Crawford
"Yes," she said without hesitation. "Yes. I agree gladly. For our love I will be happy to do whatever you want."
My heart leaped at the words, but in fairness I had to be sure she understood the ramifications of her agreement.
"Be warned," I said. "You know my tastes. I will ask much of you."
She smiled confidently. "It gives me pleasure and pride to be able to give you anything you want."
"Then you're sure?"
She pressed my hands between hers. "Absolutely, my love. Without the slightest reservation. Whatever you want, I want. Whatever I am able to do for you, you only have to ask."
My eyes filled with tears as my love for her welled up. I crushed her to me and kissed her passionately. I felt her luscious, warm body melt against me. She returned the kiss as hungrily as I gave it. At last she drew back, her face flushed with excitement.
"Whew. You're getting me hot already," she said, brushing back her long dark hair with one hand. "But I was already more than ready. When do we begin?"
I laughed. "I do believe you're as eager as I."
"Darling, you know me well enough by now to know I'm always eager. But I can also be an actress. Would you prefer a reluctant virgin?" she asked with a coy look.
"Not at all, you beautiful vixen. You are exactly what I want, what I've been searching for so long."
She nearly purred. "You've found me, my love, and I await your pleasure willingly. But don't delay much longer. We wouldn't want my fires to cool."
"An unlikely event. I've never known you anything but aroused."
"It would be a most rare and unusual state," she admitted.
"But all the same," I added, "why wait?"
"Exactly. Now I am pledged to do whatever you ask of me. What is your first wish, O Master?"
"Now, now," I said, touching her lips with a finger. "None of that. I want a willing partner, not a slave. Now, let me see. I must choose a fantasy to fulfill. What is the first thing that pops into my mind when I look at you?"
She pressed herself against me and breathed in my ear.
"Nymphomaniac," she suggested.
"No - first I see your beauty. It's overpowering. It hits a man like a hot wind. You're the kind of woman that stops a man in his tracks. When you walk down a street, every man's heart skips a beat and he can't resist staring. His eyes go from your face to your body, unable to believe the perfection of each."
"I'll give you just eight hours to stop talking like that," she murmured.
"But it's true, isn't it? Men react like that to you, don't they? Perfect strangers on the street?"
"Well, yes, some do. Most perhaps."
"Do you like it?"
"Of course. It's wonderful for a girl's ego."
"How does it make you feel?"
"Well, if I'm at all in the mood, which is usually - it makes me feel sexy. Sexy and desirable."
"And what are all those men thinking as they stare at you?"
"I don't know. That I'm pretty, I guess?"
"Pretty? Hell, lots of women are pretty. But you're something else. You're like a goddess - a goddess of love and desire."
"Me?"
"And in the very next instant they're thinking, 'My God, would I love to see her with her clothes off. If she's that spectacular dressed, what must she look like naked?' They look at those magnificent tits and imagine them tumbling out of your dress into their hands. The see those long beautiful legs and imagine them meeting up there in the darkness under your skirt."
"Umm. Keep talking. I love this," she purred.
"Good, so do I. I know what it feels like to be that poor Joe you've just pole-axed on his way down the street. All he can think when he looks at you is 'I'd give anything to see what she looks like under those clothes.' So I think it's only fair that we give some of these guys what they want."
"What? How?"
"I want us to go downtown, to the right kind of street. A good neighborhood, nothing sleazy, with frequent pedestrians, but not huge crowds of people. We'll be nicely dressed, as if we're going out to dinner and the theater. We'll stroll along side by side, not too fast, watching the people we pass. And when the time is right, when the right man is ogling you..." I paused. She searched my eyes eagerly.
"Yes?" she urged.
"Then you open your dress and blow the sucker away."
To her immense credit, she blinked only once, then took a breath. "All right," she said.
My heart pounded in exultation. "You'll do it then?"
"Of course. I told you I'd do anything you wanted. I knew you meant anything, and so did I."
"But do you think you could really do it?"
She considered for a second. "What would I wear underneath? Some sexy lingerie?"
"No. Nothing - nothing at all. That's the whole point. I want you to look fully dressed - makeup, jewelry, heels - very elegant. But underneath there'll be nothing but skin. In one second you'll go from a fully-dressed, fashionable young matron, to just pure glorious you."
Her eyes glowed. "Yes," she said. "I think I understand exactly. But what shall I wear - on the outside, I mean?"
"I don't know. Do you have a dress that opens all the way down the front? Something you can open in a second?"
She thought for a few moments. "Hmm. Most of them open down the back, which wouldn't do. I have several dresses that open down the front, but not all the way. And they all have buttons or catches or something."
"How about one of those dresses with the big zippers that go all the way down the front?" I suggested.
She looked askance at me. "Where have you been these twenty years? Those things went out with go-go boots."
"Yes, and mini-skirts, more's the pity. But think, you must have something."
"I don't know. Even something like a zipper might not be practical. I wouldn't want to be bent over trying to start a zipper while a cop is walking up."
"No, you're right - it has to be something that opens and closes instantly."
"Like the dirty old man flashers - hey, maybe that's it. They use overcoats or something, don't they?"
"I can't see you in a dirty overcoat."
"No, but a nice coat - a really nice coat," she said, and dashed to her closet. She returned in a moment with a gorgeous silver fox fur coat. It had a high thick collar that could be turned up to frame her face, and came down to just above her knees. She modeled it for me, twirling girlishly this way and that. She looked wonderful.
"That's perfect."
She went over to the full-length mirror and studied her reflection. I came up behind her and watched over her shoulder. The coat was longer than the dress she was wearing, so when she pulled the coat closed she could have been naked underneath. The same thought must have been in both our minds, because she suddenly whipped the coat open and held it wide at her sides.
"Yes," she said. "This is perfect." She turned to me and kissed me hard.
"When do you want to do it?" she murmured in my ear.
I hesitated an instant. I was more than ready right now, but I wondered what her reaction would be. So far it had all been somewhat theoretical. Would she balk when the time came? But I was in no state to wait.
"It's a cool evening tonight," I said. "Perfect weather for a fur."
"I was hoping you'd say that," she squealed, and turned to dash down the hall. "I'll be ready in fifteen minutes," she called over her shoulder. "I have to get undressed to go out."
Excited beyond words, I hurried to the guest bathroom to freshen up. I was still dressed from dinner, and I only had to wash my face and brush my hair. I returned to the living room and paced nervously like an expectant father. Finally I heard her coming down the hall. I turned and gasped.
She looked radiant. Her long dark mane of hair framed her face and tumbled down her back. She was elegantly and tastefully made up, with her high cheekbones accented and a subtle eye shadow that highlighted her large, almond eyes. She wore a diamond choker that accentuated her long, slim neck and played off the shimmering fur that enveloped her. Below the coat her long shapely legs extended to very high black heels. I simply stared, confused.
She caught my look, and her smile faded. "Darling, what is it? Is something wrong?"
"N-no," I stammered. "Nothing's wrong. You look stunning. I mean literally - I'm stunned. But..."
"But?" she asked with a hint of anger.
"But somehow you look as if you're not wearing anything under that coat," I finished hurriedly.
"But darling," she smiled. "I'm not. Shall I show you?"
"No! Not yet. Let me look at you."
"That's what I wanted you to do," she leered, taking hold of the coat's lapels.
"No, I mean like this."
What was it that looked so naked about her? It might be her bare legs, but her skin was so perfect that no one could be sure if she were wearing hose or not. Finally I decided that it must be a combination of two things - first, I knew she was naked, and so imagined her bare under the fur. And second, and perhaps more important, she knew she was naked. Not only could she feel the unusual sensation of the coat against her bare skin, but she knew she was about to walk out the door that way, go out on a public street that way, and when the time came, throw that coat open in the full view of perfect strangers. That knowledge, I mused, made her feel more naked and vulnerable than she ever had in her life, and that knowledge showed in her face or her bearing. Whatever it was, it made her the most exciting and alluring woman I had ever seen. I told her so, and she actually blushed.
"It's true," she said. "I don't know when I've felt so sexy and excited. Do you want the full effect now?"
I stared, torn. "No," I forced out at last. "No, somehow that would diminish the effect for me. I want to be hit just as hard as our poor victim. See, I can play off my own imagination. You say you're not wearing anything under the coat,..."
"I assure you, sir..."
"...I believe you're not wearing anything under the coat...."
"If you'd only let me show...."
"...but I don't know for a fact that you're not wearing anything under that coat. For all I know, you've got on bib overalls under that coat."
"Very short bib overalls."
"Don't you see? I can't be sure that you're really going to do it until we're out on the street together. I won't know until John Doe does."
She tugged the coat tighter around her throat. "Okay, Buster, you missed your chance. Now you'll have to stand in line with the rest of the rubes."
"Are you ready?"
"Is a frog waterproof? I'm about as hot as I can get, and it's not just the fur."
"Right," I laughed. "Let's go."
The night air was cool and crisp. I helped her into my car, and couldn't help gulping when her long white leg flashed through the fur as she got in. As we headed downtown, I turned to look at her. Her lips were full and parted and looked wet.
"You're as eager to do this as I am, aren't you?" I asked. "I thought we were just acting out my fantasy, but you're not just going along with it for me, are you?"
She looked over at me. I couldn't see her expression in the dark.
"Well, I sure wouldn't be doing this without you here," she replied after a minute. "But yes, it does turn me on too. I've had a fantasy of something like this ever since I was a little girl. I don't know how many times I've gotten the urge to just flash someone and see what happens. But it's just something I think about when I jerk off, you know? I certainly never thought I'd actually get the chance - or the nerve."
"Will you have the nerve?"
"I think so. I hope so. It depends on who the man is. Who chooses him, me or you?"
"I'd like to, if you don't mind. We'll just walk around, and when I see the right one, I'll say 'Now!'".
She was silent. I glanced at her face, suddenly anxious.
"Is that all right?"
"I suppose so. I sure hope you can pick 'em. We could get in a hell of a lot of trouble doing this."
"I'll tell you what. Let me pick the men. But when I give the word, if you really don't like them, or just don't want to, just don't, okay?"
She considered for a moment. "No, I like it better your way. If I had to decide I might chicken out. I don't want to think about it - that would just make it harder for me. I don't want any options at all. I'm yours to use as you will."
"Are you sure?"
"I think so. Part of the excitement for me is just giving myself totally to you. I know you said you don't want a slave, but I sort of like the idea, at least for this adventure. So my feelings won't matter. I want you to just give me the order. When you say 'Now!,' I'll just do it. Okay?"
I pressed her naked thigh lovingly. "More than okay, my love. This night will fulfill fantasies for both of us. I will have a gorgeous exhibitionist at my beck and call, and you shall be a slave girl."
"As you wish, Master," she said, and giggled at my look.
We drove through the theater district. It was a weeknight, and the sidewalks weren't crowded. The main streets were too busy for what we had in mind, but the smaller side streets had only one or two pedestrians per block - just about right, I thought. I wheeled into a parking garage. When the garageman bent to give me my ticket, his eyes locked onto Monique's bare thigh. He never glanced at me again as we completed the transaction. I got out and went around to help her out of the car. His eyes bulged when she swung her legs out of the car. She looked spectacular. Her eyes met mine with a significant look, and her eyebrow went up quizzically. I realized with a rush of excitement that she was waiting for my signal. It thrilled me to know I had only to utter one word and she would show herself naked to this man. For a second I considered it, but then thought better of it. He knew our car, and I didn't want our 'victims' to have any way of identifying us. So I handed him the keys and we went out on the street.
She took my arm as we headed north at a leisurely pace. Her heels clicked along on the pavement beside me. She pressed against me, and I could feel the softness of her breast against my elbow. I imagined her lush body, naked under the soft fur.
I scanned the faces we passed. Suddenly I realized this was going to be harder than I'd thought. In my fantasies they'd been faceless figures, struck dumb by my gorgeous companion while I looked on, exulting in her beauty and her power. But these were real people hurrying past, intent on their destinations. And Monique had been right about being careful. The wrong one could attack her, or make a commotion or call the police. And my decision would have to be quick. I had to see their faces before I could pick them, and I certainly wanted to be close enough to see their reaction. And yet they had to have enough time to see her, probably do a double-take to make sure they had really seen what they thought they had, and then react, all before we had passed them. My decision, when it came, would have to be instantaneous. And her reaction would have to be as fast. I started to wonder if we could really pull it off.
But I had certainly been right about the effect she had. Every man - every age, size and color - locked onto her like a magnet. They saw her face first, it seemed - her face and hair. But then their eyes swept down her body, trying to judge the shape and size of her breasts through the bulky coat, then down over the flare of her hips to her long shapely legs striding along purposefully. Men with women were slightly more subtle, but they couldn't resist a quick scan either. Their companions looked her over too, not missing a detail. But then their eyes flashed quickly to mine (to see if I was looking them over, perhaps?), and then, out of the corners of their eyes, they checked their escorts' faces. I could usually detect a tightening of the lips or a narrowing of the eyes when they saw that their men were eyeing that hussy's legs. I couldn't help but smile to myself. If they only knew the truth - that the well-dressed woman their men were ogling was completely naked under that expensive fur, and was waiting only for a whispered word from me to throw it wide open in their faces. I felt an erection growing down my pants leg at the thought.
Again and again I opened my mouth to give the word, but then hesitated, and a second later it was too late. Sometimes the face wasn't right on closer inspection, sometimes there were too many people behind him who would see, sometimes there was a line of occupied cars beside the curb. I didn't want to start a riot.
Monique walked beside me without speaking. I saw her scanning the oncoming faces too. What was she thinking right now? She must be waiting for my signal as each one approaches. Is she thinking 'Oh God, not that one,' or 'I wish he would pick that one?' Or is she having second thoughts? It was easy enough to make some rash promises back in her apartment, but is she frightened now that we're here? Is she gathering her nerve to clutch my arm, say she can't do it, and ask me to take her home?
She caught me studying her profile and turned to me with a radiant smile.
"You should be looking at them, not me," she whispered close to my ear. "I'm getting so hot fantasizing about each one I can feel it running down my leg."
I chuckled at my late fears. "Are you so eager to do it, then? Should I choose quickly and get it over with?"
She didn't answer for a moment. We watched two young men go past, ogling her openly. For an instant I almost gave her the signal, but then decided against it again. Two guys would be more likely to make a scene, I reasoned. When they were out of earshot, she whispered again.
"Well, I don't know. Frankly, I'm getting incredibly turned on just walking around like this. Just being naked under the coat feels really good. The air is cool on my legs, and now and again a little draft comes up underneath and blows on my tush, just to remind me that it's nearly hanging out. And the inside of the coat is a little rough and brushes against my nipples when I walk. So I'm constantly aware of being nearly naked in public. It's a very sexy feeling."
"So you don't mind if we walk for a while?"
"Not at all. Besides the physical sensations, I'm really turned on by the thought of what we're going to do. I'm scared and nervous, sure, but the idea of it has me boiling. I can't believe we're really doing this, that it's not just a fantasy this time. I'm still not totally sure I'll have the nerve to do it, but I think so - I'm really psyched up for it. I've told myself not to think, to just listen for your signal and do it instantly without giving myself time to have second thoughts."
"Will you be able to do it like that?"
"I sure hope so. I want to. I'm so geared up for it that I'm actually trembling with excitement. Every time someone walks toward us, part of me is hoping you will and part of me is hoping you won't."
"But you're enjoying it?"
"God, yes. I wouldn't have missed this for the world. I can't remember ever being this hot. I love it."
"Should we just keep walking around then? We don't have to actually do it, you know."
"No!" she hissed fiercely. "No, damn it, not after all this. It's not just walking around undressed like this that's turning me on - that would lose its excitement quickly. What's got my steam up is knowing that any second you can say 'Now!', and I'm just going to open this coat up like a flower. And I never know when you're going to say it, or who is going to be standing right in front of me when you do. I look at each one and think, 'Will it be him?' My skin is tingling all over, just thinking about what that's going to feel like. No, baby. It would lose everything if we just went home without doing it. Don't you see? Like most things sexual, it's the anticipation of something great about to happen that makes it so great when it does. No, we have to do it now. You have to promise you'll make me do it at least once."
"Make you do it?" I laughed. "I don't think I could stop you now."
"No, I told you. I promised to do anything you want. If you've changed your mind, we can go home now. But if we do stay out, I want to know we're really going to do it or it won't be exciting any more."
"I can't believe this," I said. "But very well. I solemnly promise you, darling. Sometime tonight I'll tell you to take off all your clothes and show yourself stark naked to a total stranger on a public street. Will that make you happy?"
She actually trembled. "Oh God, I love to hear you say it like that. It sounds so completely wanton and depraved. So let me reply in kind. Yes, thank you, dear. It would make me very happy to have you order me to show myself naked in public When you say the word, no matter where we are or who's there to see, they'll see all of me. Does that meet with your approval, Master?"
"Perfectly, except for the Master bit. And now I'm so hard I can hardly walk."
"Good," she laughed. "I want you to be as hot as I am right now."
"I'm certainly trying to keep up, you shameless creature." As I said this, I noticed a man approaching us. He was in his mid-forties, dressed in a business suit and overcoat, and carried a briefcase. He was the only other person on the block at that moment.
"Shameless, am I?" she began. "You should talk ab..."
"Now!" I hissed.
Without a second's hesitation, she whipped the coat open and held it from her outstretched arms. I caught a quick glimpse of pink flesh beside me, but my eyes were on the man's face.
He literally staggered. He had been looking right at her, doing the usual quick scan down her body to her long bare legs swinging along below the coat. But when his eyes came back up, there was nothing to stop them. Her legs, as the expression goes, went all the way up. Suddenly he was staring open-mouthed at her naked cunt. He tried to look up at her face, but he was caught again by her two big beautiful pink-tipped breasts, jiggling enticingly as she continued to walk straight toward him. He boggled, then lurched against the wall as she swept past. I don't think he ever did get back to her face, and I'm sure he never knew she had a companion.
We continued up the street without looking back. The blood was pounding through my body, especially into my straining erection. I was so excited and blown-away by what we'd just done, that I didn't notice for a second that Monique still hadn't closed the coat. I turned to look at her, and my breath stopped in my throat. She was magnificent.
She held her arms stretched dramatically up and back, the coat streaming back like the wings of an angel. Her gorgeous legs strode along purposefully, the muscles of her thighs and calves working like a beautiful machine. She was a half step ahead of me, and I marveled at the rhythmic clench and sway of her buttocks and the little dimples just above them. Her stomach, hard and flat, looked somehow incredibly vulnerable out there on the gritty street. Her breasts, seen in profile and thrown forward by her arms straining back, thrust out proudly into the light, like twin figureheads cutting the cold night air. Her long soft hair blew back from her face, which was a study in itself. Her nostrils were flared and her breath hissed through her parted wet lips. But the most remarkable feature was her eyes. They were wide open, focused straight ahead, and were preternaturally bright.
All this I took in in a second or two, then I remembered where we were. What was she doing? Our victim was long gone. Why didn't she cover herself? Then I realized she was waiting for my permission to cover herself. I was staggered. What a woman - all this beauty, this power, displayed to all the world, and all for me. She was telling me it was mine to command, to do with as I liked. Tears came to my eyes. But still she strode along like a naked valkyrie.
"Okay," I gasped at last. "Enough already. Cover yourself."
It was as if she snapped out of a trance. She quivered visibly, then swept the coat around her and pulled the collar up around her neck, snuggling herself deep into the softness and warmth. She walked in silence for a few more steps, then we were at the corner. I took her arm and swung her around the corner. We were instantly in a press of people coming out of a show. For a few seconds I thought she would fall as we were jostled this way and that. She seemed dazed, unseeing. With some difficulty, I maneuvered her through the throng to the more open sidewalk beyond. Only then did she turn and look at me. Her face was flushed and wild.
"Oh, God," she gasped.
"Jesus," I said. "I thought you were just going to flash him - just whip it open and closed."
"You said to open the coat when you said 'Now'. You didn't say when to close it."
"Yeah, but you walked half the block like that. Five more seconds and we would have walked right into that crowd. How long would you have gone on?"
"I told you. I have no will in the matter. I do whatever you tell me to do."
"Now no more of this master stuff. Do you mean you would have walked into that crowd stark naked if I hadn't stopped you?"
"Without a second's hesitation", she said firmly. "I told you I didn't know how I would react, but I thought I could do it if I just let you take over. Well, that's just what I did. Even though you surprised me by doing it while I was talking, I was so tuned to that word that I didn't think at all. Before I even realized what you'd said, I'd flung the coat off. And there was that man not ten feet in front of me, staring right at my pussy."
"That poor schmuck!" I chuckled. "He'll never be the same."
"It was the strangest feeling," she went on dreamily. "I looked right into his eyes as he stared at me. I felt like I knew him in that instant, or at least I knew what he was feeling. He'd just been walking down the street, full of his usual worries, and suddenly there I was walking toward him. Everything else disappeared for him. He didn't know where he was going, he didn't know what street he was on - hell, he didn't know his own name. It was like he'd dropped into another world - a magical, fantasy world, where things like this could happen, where beautiful women drop their clothes at your approach and rush forward into your arms. For that instant, he was blissfully, totally happy, as only a baby can be."
We both walked on in silence for a few minutes, thinking about this. Then I had to ask.
"But how was it for you? How did you feel?"
"I felt magical too. For that one instant, for that one man, I was Woman. I was perfect - perfectly beautiful, perfectly desirable - the personification of the perfect woman. He thought he saw a goddess, and for that second, I was."
This stopped me again, and we walked on for another block.
"But what about you?" she asked. "Was it what you wanted?"
I mused. "Well, yes and no, I guess."
She turned to me with concern. "Really? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, nothing. As you say, you were perfect. You see, I felt it too. Not so much in him, but when I turned to look at you, the word that came to my mind was 'goddess'."
"You saw it too?" she asked in wonder.
"Yes. I have never seen anyone more beautiful - I have never even imagined anyone more beautiful than you were tonight."
"I bet you say that to all the girls."
I laughed. "No, it's true. All I can think is that when a woman really, truly believes that she is infinitely desirable, a man can see that in her. And for them both, it becomes true."
"Wow!", she said. "Wow."
"So you liked it?" I asked innocently.
"Liked it? Jesus, where has this been all my life? And moreover, where can we go to fuck?"
She liked it. "Before we go home, how do you feel about doing it again?"
"Now? Whew. How many transcendental experiences can a girl take in one evening?"
"That's just it. That one was special because it was the first. But it was so special it was more magical than sexy."
"Says you. What does a man know about sexy? Let me tell you, they don't make them any hotter than this girl right now."
"All right. But that's perfect. Now that you're this hot, let's blow away another citizen just for the kick of it."
"Wow. I don't know if I can get it up for another one so soon."
"You don't have to - I have it up for you."
"I wish you had it up me right now."
"Soon, my child, soon. Are you with me?"
She took a deep breath. "I am yours to command."
"Good. Then I want to do it again. But this time I want to get the full effect. This time we'll separate. We'll be at opposite ends of a block. I'll pick out our next victim and follow him toward you. When you see us coming, you start toward us. I'll watch behind you and you watch behind me. If someone is coming, or if I shake my head 'no,' just walk on by and wait for me when you get to the corner. But if it's clear, I'll nod my head 'yes.'
"And I let him have it."
"Everything you've got. I want to see what he sees."
"You'll see it all, all right."
"Good. Let's go."
We walked along together for a few blocks, she lost in her thoughts, me scanning each side street for the right location. Finally I found it, a fairly steep hill sloping down from the main street. The whole block was nearly deserted. On this side of the street, the long featureless wall of a large building. On the other, a row of shops, long since closed. A solitary couple reached the far corner and turned out of sight.
"This looks good," I said. "What do you think?"
"Looks okay," she said, checking in both directions. "But then I have no will in the matter," she added, just to goad me.
I ignored her. "Do you know the plan? You have the signals?"
"Yes, dear. I wait for your nod."
"Right. I'll wait here. You go down to that corner and wait until you see me coming."
"How long do I have to wait? I'll look like a whore, loitering on the corner alone at night."
"That's right. It would spoil everything if he thought you were just a whore. He should think you're a lady. You're certainly not dressed like a whore."
"I will be when I open the coat," she pointed out.
"But by then his first impressions won't matter, will they? Look, there's a little shop there. You can pretend to be admiring something in the window."
"Well, don't wait too long."
"Are you frightened? You've already done it once."
"It's not that," she said, turning away. "I just don't know how long I can admire a carpet cleaning machine".
I laughed, then watched her walk away. Even with the coat closed, she was a very striking woman. It must just have been me, but I could have sworn that any man could tell she wasn't wearing anything under that coat but the diamonds.
She reached the corner and stopped, turning to wave back at me. I didn't move, and she turned to look into the window with intense interest.
The wait seemed interminable. Time after time I'd spot a likely candidate, but each one crossed the side street and kept going, without ever turning into our trap. Several times she stepped away from the window and looked up at me, but I just kept watching the passing faces. Finally a kid came by, probably eighteen or nineteen, wearing the raggedy layered look and spiked hair so universally adopted by his peers. He looked sad and a little frightened, but was trying hard to look tough and street-savvy. While I studied his face, he looked up and met my eyes. With teenage bravado, he tried to chill me with an icy stare, but he became self-conscious and looked quickly away, discomfited. He passed me and turned the corner, heading down toward Monique with a foot-stamping, ungainly swagger that kept changing as he searched for his "style". Impulsively, I pushed away from the wall and followed him. He wasn't what I had been looking for, and he was too young, but I suddenly couldn't wait to see how his street cool held up against Monique's blast furnace.
I stayed five or six paces behind him and kept close to the wall so I could see Monique, a shadowy figure at the corner. We were halfway down the block before she looked up and saw us. It was too dark and too far to see her expression. She immediately started up the hill toward us. She was going to do it!
My heart began to pound. I wondered if the kid would try to grab her or something. Would I be able to handle him if it came to a struggle? What did I know about him? For all I knew he could be armed. Suddenly I wished I hadn't picked him. But I didn't know how to stop it. She was no more than thirty feet away already, and I could see her hands clutching the lapels of the coat under her chin. I looked back and forth between them. It was like one of those old silent movies, when two runaway locomotives rush towards each other and annihilation.
Then she walked under a streetlight and was lit as if by a spotlight. Her hair flowed like a shadow around her face and her legs flashed like white torches. His step faltered and the fake hunch went out of his shoulders. I saw her eyes locked on his. She wouldn't even be able to see my signal! I bobbed my head in an exaggerated nod, and at the same second her coat disappeared behind her.
Photo by Alexander Wickes
She took my breath away. She was gorgeous, and more naked than any woman had ever been. She was only a few steps from being directly under the streetlight, and her body glowed blue-white in the brilliance. Her full breasts bounced and swayed saucily as she walked, and the light threw dark shadows dancing under them, accentuating them still more. Her long seductive legs scissored along, showing their perfect curves to best advantage. Her muscular thighs flowed smoothly into gracefully rocking hips. Her legs were set somewhat wide apart, and at each stride a flash of bright sidewalk blinked beneath the mysterious dark trapezoid of her bush. Her arms were held behind her as if bound, pushing her full round breasts forward like sacrificial offerings.
I walked as if in a trance, hypnotized by the glory of her. I had completely forgotten the boy, until he came to a sudden stop right in front of me. I tried to recover, but stumbled forward and fell heavily into his back. I heard him grunt as he was thrown forward, then there was a violent impact and total confusion. All three of us cried out. I felt something warm and soft against my hand and looked down to find that I was cupping a naked breast. Jesus, I had knocked him right into her! I recovered my balance and stepped back. The two of them were locked in an embrace, he scruffy and wearing rags, she wearing only diamonds and high heels, the coat fallen to the sidewalk. For a long moment they did a slow and silent pirouette under the glaring streetlight. Then, as I looked on in amazement, he stumbled, lost his balance, and toppled slowly backward. His arms were clutched around her, and he pulled her over on top of him. He thudded heavily to the pavement and I heard the whoosh of air being knocked out of him. She landed splayed across him, arms and legs thrown out to either side.
I had no idea what to do. I simply boggled at the spectacle. She lay panting for a few seconds, then raised her head and looked into his face. He stared up at her, gasping to recover his breath. I wondered what the hell she was going to do now. She pushed herself up and brought her legs in so she was squatting on his hips. His chest continued to suck for air. Slowly, with infinite grace, she rose to her feet and stood astride him. Even though he couldn't breathe, he knew where to look. He stared up between her legs as if were looking into the face of God.
She looked down at him for a few seconds, then carefully walked forward, placing her long heels down right beside each ear as she stepped across his face. Neither he nor I moved, but we couldn't take our eyes off her. She went back a few steps and bent to pick up the fallen coat, making a point of turning her back to us and bending deeply from the waist. She gave the coat a quick shake, then swept it dramatically around her shoulders and pulled it quickly closed. She looked down at the kid, his breath still rasping.
"Excuse me," she said in a low husky voice, and walked off toward the main street. The kid's head arched back to watch her, and I knew my cue. I hurried up the hill after her, leaving a much changed boy still lying on the sidewalk.
She reached the corner and walked quickly into the crowd. I jostled my way after her, and finally caught up with her halfway down the block.
"God, I'm sorry, honey, I just stumbled. Are you hurt?"
She examined her left palm, which was skinned. "Just this, I think. I'm fine. It's all right, love. I was so into what I was doing I think I would have walked right into him even if you hadn't accelerated him so."
"Really?"
"It was as if I were hypnotized." She turned to me with a wide-eyed look. "My God," she said, "that was great! I loved it. Where has this been all my life?"
"You really enjoyed landing on top of that kid?"
"Yes! Jesus, I've never felt so wild and sexy. I could do anything right now!"
"I'd say you just did. That was some encounter."
"I'll say. Did you see his face? I've changed the course of his wet dreams for life. And the best part is, not one person will ever believe him."
"Let's hope not," I laughed, "or we could have people out looking for us."
"Let them look," she said carelessly. "I love it when they look!"
"My God," I said. "I've created a monster."
"I'll tell you what you've created, you fiend - a steaming hot, ready to trot, very unsatisfied woman. Let's fuck."
"Jesus," I whispered, as several heads swiveled to look at us, "keep it down. We can't do it here."
"Why not? I'm ready," and she grabbed the lapels of her coat.
"No!" I hissed, grabbing her wrists. "We'll go to jail!"
Her eyes were laughing at me. "Never fear, Doctor Doolittle, I won't embarrass you in polite society. Come to think of it, that's a good name for you. You better do more than a little for me in the next few minutes, or we'll be in trouble. I'm getting blue ovaries."
I laughed and hurried her along. "Believe me," I whispered, "I'm as ready as you are. But it's a long way to the car."
"Fuck the car. We don't need a car."
"But where?"
"Here!" and she turned into a narrow walkway, yanking on my arm. I lurched after her. We found ourselves in one of those little recesses between buildings. A metal stairway came down to the street. A few crates and garbage cans stood about. She pulled me under the stairs and crushed me against her. "At last!" she said, and kissed me. The coat fell open and I could feel the warmth of her body against my chest.
"Here? This is just an open stairway! You can see right through it. We're not ten feet from all those people on the street."
"Exactly," she mumbled into my ear. "Just the way you like it. Take me." She shrugged her shoulders and I caught the coat as it slipped from her.
"Don't do that. We can't do it here," I mumbled against her ardent lips. "We'd be arrested in seconds."
"Nonsense. It's dark back here and light out there. They won't be able to see us."
"It's not that dark. Look, the steps aren't even solid. You can see right up through them."
"No one is looking this way. Why would anyone look under the stairs?"
"What's to keep them from looking?"
She looked around. It was half-light, the steps making dark bars of shadow across us, but it was certainly not dark. "All right," she said. I'll stay here. You go out on the sidewalk and see if you can see me."
"This won't work, Monique. You're crazy."
"Yes. Crazy with lust. Try it. Go see." She pushed me out into the light.
"Okay. You stay here close to the wall. It's a little darker there."
I walked back out to the entrance of the walkway. The sidewalks were crowded - many of the theaters had already let out. I tried to look casual as I leaned against the wall and looked back. I jumped. There was Monique, standing under the stairs, stark naked. She was perfectly visible! I started to hurry back, but she waved me off and indicated I should go out on the sidewalk and walk past the entrance. I continued toward her, but she took a step toward me, into the light. The shadow fell diagonally across her body, her legs and one bare white hip gleaming in the light.
"Get back out there," she hissed, "or I walk right out on the street."
"Put this coat on! Are you crazy?"
"No, just incredibly horny. Now go out on the street and walk past the alley. Just glance in casually, and see how much you can see."
"All right, all right, get back under the stairs."
I walked nervously out onto the sidewalk. I went down a few doorways, constantly expecting to hear someone shouting about a naked woman in the alley. People continued to stream by. I went back, walking at a normal pace. When I got to the alley I looked in. I had a quick glimpse of a pale figure in the shadows under the stairs, then I was past. I went on a few doorways, then stopped to consider. I could tell there had been something there, but it was not obviously a figure. The average passer-by would have no reason to suspect the ghostly white shape was a naked woman, but if someone became curious and took a single step into the alley, he would see her perfectly clearly.
As I tried to make up my mind, I looked down and realized I was clutching the coat, still warm from her body. She was waiting back there for me, wearing only her heels and her necklace, without so much as a handkerchief to cover herself if she were discovered. How exposed and vulnerable she must feel! Had the thought occurred to her that I might not return, that I could just keep on walking? A mean streak in me suggested I should let her stew there for a few more minutes. But then I imagined how she looked there in the half-light, and I hurried back to the alley.
I looked quickly around, then ducked in. I didn't want anybody looking in to see where I was going. As soon as I was out of the lights, there she was under the stairs, as naked as Eve. Our eyes met, and she read my decision there. With a sultry look, she took hold of a step about chest high and leaned forward, thrusting her naked ass out toward me. I didn't need more hints. I flung the coat over a support and stepped up behind her. When I opened my fly, my cock popped out and landed with an audible slap up between her legs. I bent my knees and let the head rise into the moist softness there. I felt the quick touch of her fingers, then I slid easily into her. She whimpered softly. I gripped a tread above my head and started a slow pumping with my whole body. She pressed back with each stroke, grinding her hips against me. Her cheeks were icy against my hot skin, and I realized how cold she must have been waiting there for me.
It was an awkward position, but we didn't care. My shaft slid into her warmth, then out into the cold night air. With each thrust, she let out a throaty grunt. When I began to accelerate, it was harder to keep my balance. I let go of the stairs and reached around her to cup her pillow-soft breasts in my hands. They were cold as ice, and the nipples felt like pebbles in my palms. I started to stroke them briskly to warm them up.
"Huh-uh," she said. "hold them, but don't cover them up."
"But you're freezing," I protested.
"I don't give a shit," she insisted. "I don't want to be covered up. You've gotten me turned on to this public sex stuff, and I like it. I want to be fully exposed, so anybody that looks this way can see everything."
I shifted my grip to her hips and rammed her against me. I was surprised to discover that I had almost forgotten the people going by. Now I looked between the steps and realized that a continuous stream of people was walking by not ten feet in front of us. Fashionably dressed couples, women in evening gowns, men in tuxedos, strolled by, laughing and talking. Now and again someone would throw a quick glance into the alley, their eyes sweeping right across our pumping bodies, but in the next instant they were gone.
I found it very distracting, but Monique was so beautiful and so wildly turned on, I couldn't think of stopping. We continued fucking as the parade passed before our eyes. With each stroke, Monique's little cries of pleasure became louder. Now they were like little high-pitched sobs. I pulled her harder and faster against me, driving myself as far as I could into her softness. My hips made slapping noises against her cheeks. Her sobs turned into squeaks of passion. I saw one elegantly dressed woman turn at the sound, but she was gone before her eyes focused on us.
"Jesus, love. They're going to hear us."
"I don't... um... care," she grunted between thrusts. "You don't mind... ah... fucking where they can... oh... see us, but you... ah... don't want them to hear us?"
"Christ," I muttered, never slackening my pace. "Look at them all. A big theater must have just let out right next door."
"Shut up and... oh, God... let me coooome."
She rammed herself back against me, and I could feel the walls of her cunt clenching like a fist around my pistoning cock. I felt my orgasm rising to meet hers.
At that moment there was a loud metallic bang above our heads, followed by laughter and a thunder of feet. We froze in position, not understanding what was happening. But there was no stopping now. With a gut-wrenching moan, I pumped shot after shot deep into her, just as dozens of feet started pounding down the stairs. She pulled her fingers back just in time, and a hoard of theater-goers poured down the stairs and out into the street.
Shoes of all kinds clattered on the step inches from our panting faces. Spasm after spasm rocked us. Then the thunder of feet slowed and stopped. There was a press of people trying to squeeze out of the alley onto the crowded sidewalk, and the people on the stairs had to stop and wait. I looked up through the mesh tread just above my face, and looked right up a woman's skirt. If any one of those people looked down, they couldn't miss us! What could we do? The coat was hanging over a support several feet away. Surely if I walked over there, someone would see us moving. Our only hope was to remain perfectly motionless!
Slowly the crowd eased out into the street. Those on the stairs moved down a step and stopped again. They were so close! Their voices were perfectly clear, discussing a play they had just seen. I risked another look up, and couldn't help admiring the legs of another woman standing right above me. Hers go all the way up, too, I thought dazedly. If only we could stand still until they were gone.
Even as I thought this, I felt Monique move slightly. What was she doing? I didn't dare even whisper to her to stand still. Still locked onto me, she slowly shifted her position until she was standing upright, her legs still spread. Maybe she's just trying to get more comfortable, I thought, but I wished to hell she'd stand still. Then I felt her quiver, communicated to me through my impaled cock. What was she doing?
She began to rock almost imperceptibly against me. Then I felt something brush lightly on my balls, and a rhythmic motion started. Then it dawned on me. My God, the woman was masturbating! While we're standing here, inches from dozens of people, in imminent danger of being discovered, she's still so turned on she wants to come again.
What could I do? I was standing there with my pants around my knees, holding her up with a death grip on her naked hips, and buried to the balls in her cunt. I was helpless. The best I could do was help her so she finished sooner. With fatalistic resignation, I slid my hands up the cool skin of her belly and began to gently tweak and pull at her frozen nipples.
The crowd edged down another step and I checked out the legs of the next woman. Monique's hands worked faster and faster between her legs. I could feel her vagina trembling around me as she rubbed herself. One of her hands came down over mine and crushed it against her breast, and I could feel her contractions tightening on me. What if she screams?
Then she was coming. She rapidly frigged herself on my cock, then clamped down hard, just as the crowd finally cleared, and the people on the steps clumped down and merged into the passing pedestrians. We were alone again.
When the alley was cleared, I eased back and felt my cock slip out of her. I hurriedly pulled up my pants, ignoring the fact that I was covered in cream, then I stepped over and retrieved her coat. She snuggled into it gratefully.
"That was the best," she whispered in a hoarse voice. "That was the best fuck of my life."
"My God," I gasped. "I thought someone was going to see us any second."
"Yes, me too. But until they did, I wanted to enjoy every second of it. And I did, oh, yes, I did."
"Aren't you cold?" I asked solicitously, pressing her against me.
"Absolutely freezing. I'll probably get a cold. But the cold air felt so good on my skin. It made me feel even more naked and exposed."
"Let's get out of here," I suggested, "before someone reports us."
"Yes, darling," she said. "Let's go home. We have a great deal of unfinished business."
"You're still horny? You're insatiable!"
"After tonight, I think I'll be able to get excited instantly any time, just by thinking about what we did."
"As if you needed an aphrodisiac. Now let's go home and go to bed."
"Yes, Master," she said, and smiled up at me, pressing against my arm.
Originally Published November 2006: Simply Sexy
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