I consider myself to be fairly generous to some of the older guys that I randomly run into in public. I feel like because they get a peek it should last them years. I mean come on, if a shaved wet pussy peeked out from under a skirt when you looked its way it would not be something you were willing to forget easily. I was testing out this adorable chair in the back corner of one of those interior decorating places. The chair was tucked away in a corner somewhere and had since been forgotten about. Then I noticed Mr. Grey Fox staring at me from a reflection in a mirror. I pretended like I did not see him. I decided there was going to be a little bit of tease and denial phone sex fun going on here. I sat back in the chair and began to rub my tits just a little bit. Once I realized his eyes were on me and stuck there I lifted it showing off my perky tits. I pulled up my sexy legs and began to rub my clit over my panties. Pulling them to the side I inserted my fingers in me. His eyes were wind on me. He adjusted the waist band on his pants some. I slowly slipped my panties down my legs and continued to play with myself. He took a step forward to have him wife stand between us facing him. He jolted back into reality. She turned around to catch a glimpse of what he was staring at but I had darted down behind a dresser already. I covered my mouth so that I would not laugh too hard and giggled through my fingers. After they left I put myself back together and went to leave. The nerdy guy behind the counter told me to come again with his voice cracking. I knew he got a peek at my sweet pussy. I flipped my hair and gave him a tiny wave with the tips of my fingers. Silly boy.
Tag: exhibitionist sex
Naughty Neighbor Phone Sex with Farah
I came home from school today horny as fuck. Not sure what got me all worked up. Spring Fever maybe. Or possibly the hot dad of a student I had a conference with this morning. The moment I walked into my house, I started striping my clothes off. I didn’t care in the slightest that the windows were wide open, and my neighbor had some friends on his patio for a cookout. I sat right on my couch in full few of him and his friends and started rubbing my clit. Finger fucked my tight warm wet pussy for their viewing pleasure. I kept feeding myself my pussy juice. I was hoping he would come over. I needed more than my fingers in my cunt. My neighbor was watching, but he wasn’t moving.
I spread my legs as wide as I could so they could see how much I needed a cock. Finally, one of the boys came over with his hard dick in his hand while his friends watched and masturbated. I could have taken them all on I was that horny, but one nice cock would do. I sucked on it first, then slid it in my wet pussy. He pumped me for awhile, then pulled out and dumped his load on my belly. It was fast, hard and uncomplicated. Just what I needed. Since I entered my 40s, I swear my hormones rule me, not the other way around. Even though my neighbor hesitated to fuck me, at least his friend did. If you were my neighbor, would you be able to resist me masturbating in full few of you? I hope not.
Pussy and Ass Golf
This weekend I was asked to partake in a charity golf event. I’m an okay golfer, so I decided to participate. The event coordinator thought it would increase attendance if strippers, both male and female, served as cart drivers to escort the players around the course. Pretty smart idea. The ladies were driven by beefcake male dancers, and the men, exotic dancers, both from Big Al’s Gentleman’s Club. I had been drinking pretty liberally so I was pretty horny. Having a muscle bound, oiled up stud driving me to my next hole, only increased my desire to fill MY holes.
When we happened upon the next green, there was a group of guys swarming the area. As we approached, I saw what the men were gawking at. Two of the female strippers escorting the men around the course were so drunk, they forgot they were at a charity golf event, and not the club. They had offered up their asses for golfing practice. The men were practicing their puts with their rosebuds. It was a freak show, but a hot one at that. Those girls were on their backs while some male golfers practiced getting a hole in one in their butts. Golf balls were putted into their gaping holes, then they somehow pushed them back out. Pretty sure I spontaneously came in my pants watching that. My male escort for the day had a similar issue.
I suggested we go to the 19th hole and have some drinks. He suggested we go to the 18th hole and fuck. I liked his suggestion better. I grabbed some golf balls with no thought to wear they had been, and we found a secluded area off in the pines. I got grass stains on my knees giving him head. By this time I was a tad inebriated. I had some wild notion I could compete with a bunch of young dirty strippers. I put the golf ball in my pussy and practiced my own form of a hole in one. My stud would catch it in his mouth and spit it back in my cunt. Couldn’t believe I was being so nasty in public with a stranger at a charity event. I consider myself a classy gal, but between the tequila drinks, the sun, the studs and the dirty strippers, I was wanting to get my freak on too.
After demonstrating my skill with a golf ball, I fucked the shit out of that male stripper. He stretched my pussy out more than that golf ball did; he was so big. We went back to the course oblivious to the grass stains on my back and the grass matted in my blonde locks. I’m sure I had that freshly fucked look too. The strippers sure added a certain element to the event. Hey, whatever works right? I mean it was for charity. Lots of money was raised; lots of fun was had; and I got to be a dirty whore for a few hours. Plus I scored free passes to the gentleman’s revue at Big Al’s on Wednesday nights. Looks like I have a new hump day activity!
Sexy Women Masturbating in Public
It was cold this winter, and we got plenty of snow and ice. Recently, it’s been getting warmer, which has been nice. And we’ve also had a lot of days going back and forth between freezing cold and blustery one day, then warming the next! I had a lot of fun on one springy day this past Saturday.
Thursday and Friday, we got hit with a ton of snow. Friday during the day, some of Thursday night’s snow began melting a little bit and forming ice, which then froze again on Friday night. Then Saturday came, with slightly warmer weather, but with all of the snow melting and all of the melt running off of the rooftops turning into icicles over the course of the cool but windless day. Still, it felt warm outside, so I was out there, enjoying the day on my porch.
I was in a skirt, enjoying the breeze, and I began watching the icicles as they were dripping and forming and dripping some more. I looked at how long they were, how wet, and how… rod-like. How straight. How phallic. I wondered how one would feel between my pussy lips. The more I wondered, the more I wanted to know, and the hotter and wetter I got.
First, I just started by shifting about and rubbing myself as I sat on the porch, through the skirt, but that was unsatisfying. Before long, I’d reached my hand up under my skirt and had pushed my little thong aside, probing my fingers into my hot pussy, aching to feel the touch of something. But it wasn’t my fingers I wanted. It was the feel of that hard, cold shaft of ice that was dripping before my eyes.
Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer, and I got up, grasped the thickest icicle I saw hanging from my porch roof, and reclined back down into my chair. I hiked up my skirt and slipped that rigid, rippled, slippery rod into my aching wet opening. The first kiss of ice against the heat of my flesh sent a tremendous shiver throughout me, but soon, all I was doing was shoving it in further and further.
The icicle was melting as I was fucking myself with it, but it didn’t matter – I was hot and horny and furious with the fucking, and I pounded that piece of ice into my pussy. I came, gushing out ice water and pussy juice all over my skirt and my chair and my porch floor, where I knew it would just end up freezing in the cold weather. The icicle was nothing more than a nub, and I just left it inside me to melt completely. Definitely, a fun way to pass a mid-morning on a cool spring day.