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20/08/2015
This is a true story about the time I blatantly flashed a young stranger in a pool hall, written by my husband, who witnessed and encouraged the whole thing. It was a nerve-racking but exhilarating experience that got my heart racing and turned both of us on immensely. It remains one of our favorite memories. And although the story stops short of it, we were so turned on that we had AMAZING, dirty hotel sex afterwards!- K (the wife)
Back when my now-wife was still my mistress, we were in that delicious stage where you’re right on the cusp of starting to fall in love, and just being in the same room with each other makes you horny as hell.
We’d met at work. Me, a 31-year-old up-and-coming middle-manager at a Fortune 200 company. Her, a 19-year-old hard body temp secretary, a red head with long naturally-curly Jezebel hair and a dangerous smile. We’d been carrying on a torrid office affair for months.
One night after work I managed to meet up with her at a local Dave &Buster’s adult arcade. It was a random weeknight and the weather wasn’t great, so the place was pretty empty. We got drinks and rented a pool table. The place is huge, and there must be 20 tables on two different levels. Other than us, there were a couple other guys on one table on the other side of the billiards area, and an attendant sitting at a little podium in case anyone needed assistance.
She turns heads wherever we go. This particular night she was wearing a pair of tight black dress slacks that hugged her hot ass, sexy black open-toe heels, and a scarlet-red wrap-around top with a neckline that dipped down to display a tasteful amount of cleavage, clinging tightly to her C-cups and narrow torso. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her, and didn’t try. Stalking various shots around the table, we exchanged dozens of sultry smiles, and I reached out for a gentle touch every time we passed by each other… a quick subtle brush of her hand, ass, or breast. We both knew it was all just build-up for the main event afterwards.
As the games of pool and drinks started to accumulate, we got even more flirty and touchy-feely with each other. She began to cock tease me openly, making sure to pick shots directly in front of where I was sitting, bending deeply at the waist and even arching her back over the table so her ass was on display right in front of me. Or, she’d choose a shot directly across the table from my perch on a high stool, bending over the table the same way to hang her impressive cleavage over the table. By this point I was ¾ hard just from looking at her, being near her, and touching her.
I also noticed that we’d gotten the attention of the young pool room attendant at the podium a few tables away. We were practically the only ones in the section, and with K bending all over the table, he’d definitely noticed her. He was trying to be subtle, but he was checking her out every chance he got.
She was getting a little giddy from the drinks, while I was just starting to catch a nice buzz. She lost another game to me, and I watched her from the end of the table as she bent down over the triangle arranging balls in the rack, her tits swaying as she placed each ball.
I told her she could break. She lined up the shot, but she’d never been good a tit. A sly grin came across her face.
Bending all the way over to address the cue ball, she looked back at me and said, “Show me how to break. I suck at it.”
Of course I came up behind her, leaned over her and placed my hands over hers on the stick. It gave me every opportunity to brush up against her, smelling her intoxicating perfume, my hot breath on her neck. I was now at full mast, my hard-on clearly evident as I brushed up against her ass.
“What you want to do,” I started, “is grab the stick nice and firmly, make sure it’s good and solid…” (with that I started to push my hard cock against her ass) “… then give it a good long hard stroke…” (thrusting against her harder)“…and just drive it all the way into the balls.” (again ramming myself even harder against her tight butt). I couldn’t resist reaching around and rubbing her pussy through her pants briefly before I backed away, now returning the tease. Her mouth hung open in pure lust as she shot me a wanton look over her shoulder.
The sexual tension had built up to the point where I knew we wouldn’t be here much longer, but I was enjoying her posing and teasing so much that I didn’t want it to end right away.
Sure enough, she said, “You wanna get out of here?” with a serious twinkle in her eyes.
“I’m having fun,” I said. “Let’s play a couple more games and then go.”
She agreed, suddenly overcome with the urge to pee. She excused herself to go to the restroom.
There was a baseball game on TV, and I noticed the attendant guy pretending to be engrossed in the game overhead, in between quick glances at K’s ass, which shimmied and shook as she strutted away towards the bathroom in her heels.
After a moment I sidled up next to him, looking up at the game, and asked what the score was. We exchanged a couple minutes of sports talk, instantly bonding the way only guys can do.
After a pause in the conversation, I nudged him with an elbow, both of us still looking up at the screen.
“How ‘bout that redhead, huh?”
Halfway engrossed in the game and not quite paying attention, he blurted out, “Yeah, dude, she’s hot. Great little body, and…” He trailed off, suddenly aware of what he was saying, and shot me a panicked look. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, I mean she’s probably your wife or something, I…”
I chuckled and told him it was cool. A look of relief washed over his face.
“Let me ask you something,” I said. “You like tits?” I couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“Uh, yeah, sure. As much as the next guy.”
“Would you be offended if I could get her to show you hers?”
“The redhead? Are you kidding me? I mean, no, not at all!”
“OK. Here’s what I’m gonna do. This next game, I’m gonna make a bet with her that if she loses, she has to show you her tits. Would you be cool with that?”
“Uh, yeah. Totally. I mean, I’d love it, I just gotta worry about my job here. We just gotta be careful it’s not too obvious to anyone else, and make sure my boss isn’t around. And if he happens to see, I’m gonna pretend like I had no idea she was gonna do it and I’m offended. Is that cool?”
“We’ll make sure it’s not too obvious. Just be cool with her, don’t make it a huge deal. Let her take the lead, don’t be obnoxious or start laughing or begging or anything. You won’t even have to ask, just follow her lead. I’ll set it all up. And you can look all you want, but don’t touch. Cool?”
“Cool! Dude, you’re awesome.”
“Here she comes. I’ll send her over to you in a game or two… Oh, and by the way… you can check her out all you want while we play, I really don’t care.” He blushed a little at my last comment as I walked away.
She came bouncing back to the table, still giddy from the drinks and the sexual tension. I started racking the balls, and proposed a wager: If she won, I’d figure out a way to spend a full night with her (which was a rarity for us at the time). If I won… (I pretended to have to think about it for a moment), she’d have to… I don’t know, flash the attendant guy.
She was so excited about the possibility of spending a full night with me that I’m not sure she really even heard the part about her losing.
Our flirting and touching continued throughout the game. But I actually put a little concentration into it, and was making quick work of knocking all my balls in the pockets. Towards the last couple balls when it was pretty obvious she was going to lose, she started pulling out all the stops, bending down over the table with her tits hanging over my ball, and pulling her shirt down to reveal a ridiculous valley of cleavage, even turning around and shaking her ass right behind my ball. I made sure to give a couple glances towards the attendant guy, who was now watching every move she made intently. I grinned at the show she was giving him, but she was too tipsy and into the game to notice him staring at her.
I finally sank the last ball, laid down my cue, and approached her with a hug.
“Guess it’s time for you to pay up,” I said. Her eyes flashed a little wide.
“Oh God, you were serious?!”
“A bet’s a bet.”
“You really want me to flash that guy?”
“That was the bet,” I grinned.
“You fucking pervert. You’re getting off on this!” she exclaimed.
“Maybe,” I admitted, and then leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Hun, you’re beautiful, you have a fantastic body, you’re so incredibly sexy I can’t take my eyes off of you, and I’m so incredibly proud to be with you. He can’t take his eyes off of you either. He’s been watching you bending all over this table teasing me for the last hour. Let’s have a little fun. God knows you have the goods, and don’t mind showing off. Come on. For me.”
She seemed to be halfway convinced, but not quite ready to jump in with both feet yet.
“He probably doesn’t even want to see me,” she argued.
“He does. I asked him when you were in the bathroom.”
She wheeled around and punched me in the bicep. “No you didn’t!” she gasped.
“Sure I did. He’s VERY interested. He definitely wants to see you. He’s totally cool with it. He's just worried his boss doesn't see.”
She looked over at him and didn’t say anything for a moment. Somehow I knew she was going to do it.
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” she said. Let her blame it on meall day long. That was fine if it helped her get past the last remnants of her inhibitions. With that, she shrugged her shoulders as if to say, ‘OK, lets go.’
“Now hang on a minute,” I said. “If you’re gonna flash him, you gotta do it right. None of this, ‘Whip the shirt up and back down as fast as you can’ crap. Let me give you a lesson on the proper way to flash.”
She listened intently as I gave her instructions on the proper way to show her tits to a complete stranger. I gave sort of a half-assed air-demo with my own hands as I talked her through it.
“Pull your shirt up to your bra, and grab your bra by the bottom on the way up. Pull your shirt and bra up over your tits. While you’re holding your shirt up, push your forearms in, to push your tits up and together so they look all nice and perky and big for him. Then count to ten… slowly. And bounce on your toes alittle so they bounce up and down for him while you’re counting. When you’re done, give them a nice shake for him (as I showed her how to shake her shoulders and torso side-to-side) before you pull your shirt down.
By now she was starting to giggle and her face was flushed crimson red, and getting redder by the minute.
“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” she said, her voice a heady mixture of embarrassed and excited. “Let’s go before I lose my nerve.”
We walked over to the attendant’s podium. I was trailing a few steps behind her.
He saw us coming and greeted K with a shit-eating grin. They exchanged awkward“ Hi”s. A moment of silence hung in the air, both of them embarrassed. I could tell he was afraid to say anything for fear of saying the wrong thing and screwing this up.
Finally K piped up, “Umm, I just lost a bet, and apparently I’m supposed to flash you. He said you were cool with it,” jerking a thumb over her shoulder at me.
“Yeah, totally,” he said. “We just gotta be kinda discreet. There’s a couple kids in the back, and I don’t wanna get fired.”
K glanced around nervously, trying to gauge if anyone was in the area to see. I took the lead and said, “Come around here to the other side of the podium, that way your back will be to the bar and hallway.” She nodded in agreement and took a few steps to the other side.
Another uncomfortable moment hung in the air as she stood before him. Glancing at me, she shrugged her shoulders and asked, “So, like, just go ahead and whip them out right here?”
“Sure,” I answered, unable to stop the grin spreading across my face. “A bet is a bet.”
She grabbed the bottom of her shirt, then glanced around to see if anyone was watching. There were two guys down at the other end of the pool room that looked like they were halfway paying attention, but I seriously doubted they’d be offended. Nobody else was around.
She looked back at him, her face flushing a fresh shade of red.
“Can you believe he even gave me a lesson on the right way to do this?” she laughed.
She gave a tentative tug on her shirt and threw one last glance at me. I nodded with grinning encouragement for her to go ahead.
She took one last quick look around, and pulled her shirt and bra up over her gorgeous C-cup tits. Her nipples were already standing straight out. My heart was already pounding in my ears so hard I couldn’t even hear the music.
Remembering what I’d told her, she held her shirt up and pushed her tits together with her forearms. Her nervous smile told me she was enjoying this, even as scared as she was. Goddamn, she looked so fucking radiant standing there in a public place willingly showing herself to a complete stranger. The taut curves of her body, the bounce and heave of her breasts were pure sex. The red plume on her cheeks, pure exhilaration. Her eyes lit up with the headiest cocktail of excitement, embarrassment, confidence, and lust a man could imagine. At that moment I fell a little more in love with her.
I had to bite off a little chuckle when I heard her start to count out loud. “One…….. Two……. Three……..” The guy looked at her quizzically.
Realizing she was counting out loud, she giggled and told him, “He told me to count to ten. I guess he didn’t mean out loud haha.”
I could see her rib cage rising and falling, her breathing getting more rapid as she stood before him, showing off her tits. When she glanced at me, standing behind him and off to the side, I bounced up on the balls of my feet to remind her to do the same. She shook her head and followed suit. Her milky boobs began to bounce up and down.
The guy let out a low groan and gasped, “Oh my God…” under his breath. I doubted he realized either had been out loud.
K broke out in a fresh grin at his reaction. What seemed like a full minute later (it was probably more like 15 seconds), she’d apparently gotten all the way to ten, and shook her tits at him before she finally pulled her shirt back down, quickly glancing around the room to see if anybody else had seen. I didthe same, and luckily no one had.
K took one look at the astonished look of lustful worship on the young guy’s face, and broke out in laughter. She held a hand over her mouth and couldn’t seem to stop. He was almost as embarrassed as he was hungry for her, and started to laugh at himself along with her.
Finally she gathered herself enough to start to apologize. “I’m sorry, it’s just… You were just so… The look on your face...” It was no use. She broke outin another fit of laughter. We both laughed along with her.
Once the nervous energy had died down a minute later, he began to gush his appreciation.
“I uh, Wow. Wow! I don’t really know what to say. I feel like I should say Thanks. So, Thanks. Wow,” he babbled.
She shot me a haughty look. “I think he liked it, Honey,” she said. I agreed.
“Liked it? I loved it! You really are beautiful. Wow.”
“Oh stop,” she laughed. “You’re just saying that because I just showed you my tits.”
“And I just have to say, you have really, really nice tits. Incredible.”
“Well thank you,” she gushed. “He seems to like them,” she said to me, giving me a hungry, loving glance. I knew we’d probably be fucking in the parking lot in a matter of minutes.
“Wow, that, like, totally made my day. I was having a really shitty day up ‘til then,” he said.
K didn’t seem anxious to walk away from the compliments flowing out of the guy, so we hung around for a few minutes. We all talked about how no one had seen her (except for the two guys a few tables down, who were still glancing our way occasionally in hopes she might do it again). The attendant kept thanking her, gushing about how nice her tits were, talking about how that had never happened to him before, about how he’d never forget it, and saying “Wow,” over and over. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy, and K was eating up all his comments.
Finally the nervous energy was all but gone, and there seemed to be nothing left to say. We started to say our goodbyes.
He blurted out, “Hey, after all that, I don’t think we ever introduced ourselves. My name’s P--”
I cut him off. “Let’s just leave it without the introductions. It’s more fun if you’re a stranger.”
He didn’t push it and said it was cool. Just as we were about to turn and walkaway, he took a quick glance around and said very sweetly to K (with a glance at me), “Hey, could I ask you to do it just one more time again before you leave?”
She smiled at him, obviously flattered by his earnest request, and then glance dover at me.
“Please?!” he added eagerly.
“What do you think, Hun?” she asked me.
“Go for it,” I grinned.
She was already reaching for her shirt tail and looking around to make sure the coast was clear.
“OK,” she grinned at him. “Just a quick one.”
“I’ll take whatever I can get,” he panted, his eyes already locked on her chest in anticipation.
She lifted her shirt up, again shoving her tits together, and bouncing on her toes for him. He devoured her with his eyes, looking her up and down longingly, glancing back and forth from her sexy smile to her exposed nipples and rounded breasts. You could almost sense that it was killing him not to reach out and try to touch her.
I expected her to only flash him for a couple seconds, but was pleasantly surprised when she held her pose for him for even longer than the first time. This time, as she finally took a quick look to see if anyone was looking and began to lower her shirt, he quickly asked, “Oh, can you shake them again for me?” She smiled and shook her tits at him before she finally pulled her shirt back down.
“GOD you have nice tits!” he gushed again.
By this point I was so turned on I could scarcely contain myself. I grabbed herby the elbow with a devilish grin, and made quick work of goodbyes with the lucky attendant.
My rush to get her alone was suddenly derailed by the realization my bladder was about to burst. I steered her towards the restrooms, her disappearing in the Ladies as I entered the large Men’s room.
In front of a urinal and blowing out a big sigh of relief, somehow I wasn’t surprised when I glanced to my right and realized the attendant was unzipping at the urinal next to me.
“Your girl is soo hot, Dude,” he started.
I mumbled a thanks, knowing where he was headed.
“I’d love to see her again…” he started, as I zipped up and made quick work of rinsing my hands to escape the restroom before he could accost us further. Right now all I wanted to do was get her alone.
Suddenly we were back at my car in the parking garage. Our bodies brushed together as I unlocked her door, and as keyed up as we were, that was all it took. The next thing I knew her pants were undone and slid down around her hips standing beside the car, with two of my fingers buried in her cunt. She managed to work my pants down to my upper thighs and spring my diamond-hard cock from my boxers, stroking me hungrily as our mouths met in a deep kiss. We kept it up for a few minutes until a guy came out the door headed for our section of the lot. We quickly zipped up and jumped in the car...
Back when my now-wife was still my mistress, we were in that delicious stage where you’re right on the cusp of starting to fall in love, and just being in the same room with each other makes you horny as hell.
We’d met at work. Me, a 31-year-old up-and-coming middle-manager at a Fortune 200 company. Her, a 19-year-old hard body temp secretary, a red head with long naturally-curly Jezebel hair and a dangerous smile. We’d been carrying on a torrid office affair for months.
One night after work I managed to meet up with her at a local Dave &Buster’s adult arcade. It was a random weeknight and the weather wasn’t great, so the place was pretty empty. We got drinks and rented a pool table. The place is huge, and there must be 20 tables on two different levels. Other than us, there were a couple other guys on one table on the other side of the billiards area, and an attendant sitting at a little podium in case anyone needed assistance.
She turns heads wherever we go. This particular night she was wearing a pair of tight black dress slacks that hugged her hot ass, sexy black open-toe heels, and a scarlet-red wrap-around top with a neckline that dipped down to display a tasteful amount of cleavage, clinging tightly to her C-cups and narrow torso. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her, and didn’t try. Stalking various shots around the table, we exchanged dozens of sultry smiles, and I reached out for a gentle touch every time we passed by each other… a quick subtle brush of her hand, ass, or breast. We both knew it was all just build-up for the main event afterwards.
As the games of pool and drinks started to accumulate, we got even more flirty and touchy-feely with each other. She began to cock tease me openly, making sure to pick shots directly in front of where I was sitting, bending deeply at the waist and even arching her back over the table so her ass was on display right in front of me. Or, she’d choose a shot directly across the table from my perch on a high stool, bending over the table the same way to hang her impressive cleavage over the table. By this point I was ¾ hard just from looking at her, being near her, and touching her.
I also noticed that we’d gotten the attention of the young pool room attendant at the podium a few tables away. We were practically the only ones in the section, and with K bending all over the table, he’d definitely noticed her. He was trying to be subtle, but he was checking her out every chance he got.
She was getting a little giddy from the drinks, while I was just starting to catch a nice buzz. She lost another game to me, and I watched her from the end of the table as she bent down over the triangle arranging balls in the rack, her tits swaying as she placed each ball.
I told her she could break. She lined up the shot, but she’d never been good a tit. A sly grin came across her face.
Bending all the way over to address the cue ball, she looked back at me and said, “Show me how to break. I suck at it.”
Of course I came up behind her, leaned over her and placed my hands over hers on the stick. It gave me every opportunity to brush up against her, smelling her intoxicating perfume, my hot breath on her neck. I was now at full mast, my hard-on clearly evident as I brushed up against her ass.
“What you want to do,” I started, “is grab the stick nice and firmly, make sure it’s good and solid…” (with that I started to push my hard cock against her ass) “… then give it a good long hard stroke…” (thrusting against her harder)“…and just drive it all the way into the balls.” (again ramming myself even harder against her tight butt). I couldn’t resist reaching around and rubbing her pussy through her pants briefly before I backed away, now returning the tease. Her mouth hung open in pure lust as she shot me a wanton look over her shoulder.
The sexual tension had built up to the point where I knew we wouldn’t be here much longer, but I was enjoying her posing and teasing so much that I didn’t want it to end right away.
Sure enough, she said, “You wanna get out of here?” with a serious twinkle in her eyes.
“I’m having fun,” I said. “Let’s play a couple more games and then go.”
She agreed, suddenly overcome with the urge to pee. She excused herself to go to the restroom.
There was a baseball game on TV, and I noticed the attendant guy pretending to be engrossed in the game overhead, in between quick glances at K’s ass, which shimmied and shook as she strutted away towards the bathroom in her heels.
After a moment I sidled up next to him, looking up at the game, and asked what the score was. We exchanged a couple minutes of sports talk, instantly bonding the way only guys can do.
After a pause in the conversation, I nudged him with an elbow, both of us still looking up at the screen.
“How ‘bout that redhead, huh?”
Halfway engrossed in the game and not quite paying attention, he blurted out, “Yeah, dude, she’s hot. Great little body, and…” He trailed off, suddenly aware of what he was saying, and shot me a panicked look. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, I mean she’s probably your wife or something, I…”
I chuckled and told him it was cool. A look of relief washed over his face.
“Let me ask you something,” I said. “You like tits?” I couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“Uh, yeah, sure. As much as the next guy.”
“Would you be offended if I could get her to show you hers?”
“The redhead? Are you kidding me? I mean, no, not at all!”
“OK. Here’s what I’m gonna do. This next game, I’m gonna make a bet with her that if she loses, she has to show you her tits. Would you be cool with that?”
“Uh, yeah. Totally. I mean, I’d love it, I just gotta worry about my job here. We just gotta be careful it’s not too obvious to anyone else, and make sure my boss isn’t around. And if he happens to see, I’m gonna pretend like I had no idea she was gonna do it and I’m offended. Is that cool?”
“We’ll make sure it’s not too obvious. Just be cool with her, don’t make it a huge deal. Let her take the lead, don’t be obnoxious or start laughing or begging or anything. You won’t even have to ask, just follow her lead. I’ll set it all up. And you can look all you want, but don’t touch. Cool?”
“Cool! Dude, you’re awesome.”
“Here she comes. I’ll send her over to you in a game or two… Oh, and by the way… you can check her out all you want while we play, I really don’t care.” He blushed a little at my last comment as I walked away.
She came bouncing back to the table, still giddy from the drinks and the sexual tension. I started racking the balls, and proposed a wager: If she won, I’d figure out a way to spend a full night with her (which was a rarity for us at the time). If I won… (I pretended to have to think about it for a moment), she’d have to… I don’t know, flash the attendant guy.
She was so excited about the possibility of spending a full night with me that I’m not sure she really even heard the part about her losing.
Our flirting and touching continued throughout the game. But I actually put a little concentration into it, and was making quick work of knocking all my balls in the pockets. Towards the last couple balls when it was pretty obvious she was going to lose, she started pulling out all the stops, bending down over the table with her tits hanging over my ball, and pulling her shirt down to reveal a ridiculous valley of cleavage, even turning around and shaking her ass right behind my ball. I made sure to give a couple glances towards the attendant guy, who was now watching every move she made intently. I grinned at the show she was giving him, but she was too tipsy and into the game to notice him staring at her.
I finally sank the last ball, laid down my cue, and approached her with a hug.
“Guess it’s time for you to pay up,” I said. Her eyes flashed a little wide.
“Oh God, you were serious?!”
“A bet’s a bet.”
“You really want me to flash that guy?”
“That was the bet,” I grinned.
“You fucking pervert. You’re getting off on this!” she exclaimed.
“Maybe,” I admitted, and then leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Hun, you’re beautiful, you have a fantastic body, you’re so incredibly sexy I can’t take my eyes off of you, and I’m so incredibly proud to be with you. He can’t take his eyes off of you either. He’s been watching you bending all over this table teasing me for the last hour. Let’s have a little fun. God knows you have the goods, and don’t mind showing off. Come on. For me.”
She seemed to be halfway convinced, but not quite ready to jump in with both feet yet.
“He probably doesn’t even want to see me,” she argued.
“He does. I asked him when you were in the bathroom.”
She wheeled around and punched me in the bicep. “No you didn’t!” she gasped.
“Sure I did. He’s VERY interested. He definitely wants to see you. He’s totally cool with it. He's just worried his boss doesn't see.”
She looked over at him and didn’t say anything for a moment. Somehow I knew she was going to do it.
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” she said. Let her blame it on meall day long. That was fine if it helped her get past the last remnants of her inhibitions. With that, she shrugged her shoulders as if to say, ‘OK, lets go.’
“Now hang on a minute,” I said. “If you’re gonna flash him, you gotta do it right. None of this, ‘Whip the shirt up and back down as fast as you can’ crap. Let me give you a lesson on the proper way to flash.”
She listened intently as I gave her instructions on the proper way to show her tits to a complete stranger. I gave sort of a half-assed air-demo with my own hands as I talked her through it.
“Pull your shirt up to your bra, and grab your bra by the bottom on the way up. Pull your shirt and bra up over your tits. While you’re holding your shirt up, push your forearms in, to push your tits up and together so they look all nice and perky and big for him. Then count to ten… slowly. And bounce on your toes alittle so they bounce up and down for him while you’re counting. When you’re done, give them a nice shake for him (as I showed her how to shake her shoulders and torso side-to-side) before you pull your shirt down.
By now she was starting to giggle and her face was flushed crimson red, and getting redder by the minute.
“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” she said, her voice a heady mixture of embarrassed and excited. “Let’s go before I lose my nerve.”
We walked over to the attendant’s podium. I was trailing a few steps behind her.
He saw us coming and greeted K with a shit-eating grin. They exchanged awkward“ Hi”s. A moment of silence hung in the air, both of them embarrassed. I could tell he was afraid to say anything for fear of saying the wrong thing and screwing this up.
Finally K piped up, “Umm, I just lost a bet, and apparently I’m supposed to flash you. He said you were cool with it,” jerking a thumb over her shoulder at me.
“Yeah, totally,” he said. “We just gotta be kinda discreet. There’s a couple kids in the back, and I don’t wanna get fired.”
K glanced around nervously, trying to gauge if anyone was in the area to see. I took the lead and said, “Come around here to the other side of the podium, that way your back will be to the bar and hallway.” She nodded in agreement and took a few steps to the other side.
Another uncomfortable moment hung in the air as she stood before him. Glancing at me, she shrugged her shoulders and asked, “So, like, just go ahead and whip them out right here?”
“Sure,” I answered, unable to stop the grin spreading across my face. “A bet is a bet.”
She grabbed the bottom of her shirt, then glanced around to see if anyone was watching. There were two guys down at the other end of the pool room that looked like they were halfway paying attention, but I seriously doubted they’d be offended. Nobody else was around.
She looked back at him, her face flushing a fresh shade of red.
“Can you believe he even gave me a lesson on the right way to do this?” she laughed.
She gave a tentative tug on her shirt and threw one last glance at me. I nodded with grinning encouragement for her to go ahead.
She took one last quick look around, and pulled her shirt and bra up over her gorgeous C-cup tits. Her nipples were already standing straight out. My heart was already pounding in my ears so hard I couldn’t even hear the music.
Remembering what I’d told her, she held her shirt up and pushed her tits together with her forearms. Her nervous smile told me she was enjoying this, even as scared as she was. Goddamn, she looked so fucking radiant standing there in a public place willingly showing herself to a complete stranger. The taut curves of her body, the bounce and heave of her breasts were pure sex. The red plume on her cheeks, pure exhilaration. Her eyes lit up with the headiest cocktail of excitement, embarrassment, confidence, and lust a man could imagine. At that moment I fell a little more in love with her.
I had to bite off a little chuckle when I heard her start to count out loud. “One…….. Two……. Three……..” The guy looked at her quizzically.
Realizing she was counting out loud, she giggled and told him, “He told me to count to ten. I guess he didn’t mean out loud haha.”
I could see her rib cage rising and falling, her breathing getting more rapid as she stood before him, showing off her tits. When she glanced at me, standing behind him and off to the side, I bounced up on the balls of my feet to remind her to do the same. She shook her head and followed suit. Her milky boobs began to bounce up and down.
The guy let out a low groan and gasped, “Oh my God…” under his breath. I doubted he realized either had been out loud.
K broke out in a fresh grin at his reaction. What seemed like a full minute later (it was probably more like 15 seconds), she’d apparently gotten all the way to ten, and shook her tits at him before she finally pulled her shirt back down, quickly glancing around the room to see if anybody else had seen. I didthe same, and luckily no one had.
K took one look at the astonished look of lustful worship on the young guy’s face, and broke out in laughter. She held a hand over her mouth and couldn’t seem to stop. He was almost as embarrassed as he was hungry for her, and started to laugh at himself along with her.
Finally she gathered herself enough to start to apologize. “I’m sorry, it’s just… You were just so… The look on your face...” It was no use. She broke outin another fit of laughter. We both laughed along with her.
Once the nervous energy had died down a minute later, he began to gush his appreciation.
“I uh, Wow. Wow! I don’t really know what to say. I feel like I should say Thanks. So, Thanks. Wow,” he babbled.
She shot me a haughty look. “I think he liked it, Honey,” she said. I agreed.
“Liked it? I loved it! You really are beautiful. Wow.”
“Oh stop,” she laughed. “You’re just saying that because I just showed you my tits.”
“And I just have to say, you have really, really nice tits. Incredible.”
“Well thank you,” she gushed. “He seems to like them,” she said to me, giving me a hungry, loving glance. I knew we’d probably be fucking in the parking lot in a matter of minutes.
“Wow, that, like, totally made my day. I was having a really shitty day up ‘til then,” he said.
K didn’t seem anxious to walk away from the compliments flowing out of the guy, so we hung around for a few minutes. We all talked about how no one had seen her (except for the two guys a few tables down, who were still glancing our way occasionally in hopes she might do it again). The attendant kept thanking her, gushing about how nice her tits were, talking about how that had never happened to him before, about how he’d never forget it, and saying “Wow,” over and over. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy, and K was eating up all his comments.
Finally the nervous energy was all but gone, and there seemed to be nothing left to say. We started to say our goodbyes.
He blurted out, “Hey, after all that, I don’t think we ever introduced ourselves. My name’s P--”
I cut him off. “Let’s just leave it without the introductions. It’s more fun if you’re a stranger.”
He didn’t push it and said it was cool. Just as we were about to turn and walkaway, he took a quick glance around and said very sweetly to K (with a glance at me), “Hey, could I ask you to do it just one more time again before you leave?”
She smiled at him, obviously flattered by his earnest request, and then glance dover at me.
“Please?!” he added eagerly.
“What do you think, Hun?” she asked me.
“Go for it,” I grinned.
She was already reaching for her shirt tail and looking around to make sure the coast was clear.
“OK,” she grinned at him. “Just a quick one.”
“I’ll take whatever I can get,” he panted, his eyes already locked on her chest in anticipation.
She lifted her shirt up, again shoving her tits together, and bouncing on her toes for him. He devoured her with his eyes, looking her up and down longingly, glancing back and forth from her sexy smile to her exposed nipples and rounded breasts. You could almost sense that it was killing him not to reach out and try to touch her.
I expected her to only flash him for a couple seconds, but was pleasantly surprised when she held her pose for him for even longer than the first time. This time, as she finally took a quick look to see if anyone was looking and began to lower her shirt, he quickly asked, “Oh, can you shake them again for me?” She smiled and shook her tits at him before she finally pulled her shirt back down.
“GOD you have nice tits!” he gushed again.
By this point I was so turned on I could scarcely contain myself. I grabbed herby the elbow with a devilish grin, and made quick work of goodbyes with the lucky attendant.
My rush to get her alone was suddenly derailed by the realization my bladder was about to burst. I steered her towards the restrooms, her disappearing in the Ladies as I entered the large Men’s room.
In front of a urinal and blowing out a big sigh of relief, somehow I wasn’t surprised when I glanced to my right and realized the attendant was unzipping at the urinal next to me.
“Your girl is soo hot, Dude,” he started.
I mumbled a thanks, knowing where he was headed.
“I’d love to see her again…” he started, as I zipped up and made quick work of rinsing my hands to escape the restroom before he could accost us further. Right now all I wanted to do was get her alone.
Suddenly we were back at my car in the parking garage. Our bodies brushed together as I unlocked her door, and as keyed up as we were, that was all it took. The next thing I knew her pants were undone and slid down around her hips standing beside the car, with two of my fingers buried in her cunt. She managed to work my pants down to my upper thighs and spring my diamond-hard cock from my boxers, stroking me hungrily as our mouths met in a deep kiss. We kept it up for a few minutes until a guy came out the door headed for our section of the lot. We quickly zipped up and jumped in the car...
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