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Author: Rachel's Lace Title: Flasher Part: III Universe: Working Stiff Summary: A case of mistaken identity changes a shy high-school girl into a carnal adventurer and a rather daring libertine finds he should have known when to say when! Keywords: Exhibition, Flashing,[Exh, Tease, Flashing, Mistake] Bookstore, Oral, Mf
FLASHER (part III) Copyright 2006 By Rachel's Lace
***A case of mistaken identity changes a shy high-school girl into a sneaky carnal predator and a rather daring libertine finds he should have known when to say when!
Chelsea's Morning -
Chelsea was doing the laundry downstairs while her mother slept. She was smiling to herself as she sorted her mother's clothing. The outrageous styles she wore brought a giggle and a blush to her face; the bright pink thong panties, the short night gowns, the sweater... her mother's favorite pearl button sweater. "Hmmm, should this go to the dry cleaners?" she wondered aloud. "Ew? What's this stuff all over it?" She sniffed it. "Probably champagne again. Mom's always getting champagne on her clothes." She folded the material and sucked on one of the larger stains while she sorted. Her tongue worked the dried crust until she tasted a sharp flavor. "Hmm, yep more champagne." She popped the fabric out of her mouth, "good stuff." She found another stain and popped it back in her mouth.
She pulled a tiny black skirt out of the hamper, then a sheer blouse. "Mom..." Dumping the bag out onto the floor she sorted the rest. A tee-shirt caught her eye. "This is new." She read the name of a bookshop across the small thin shirt.
"Oh, golly! I still need to read 'To Kill a Mockingbird' this weekend!"
Upstairs her mother was sound asleep dreaming of motorcycles.
Chelsea started the washing then checked the pockets of the jeans. "A twenty! Score!" She took a basket of cleaned and folded clothes up to her mother's room.
"Mom?" she whispered. "Mom?"
She smiled at her snoring mother and set the clothes down. Opening up her mother's dresser drawers she began putting the clothes away. She laughed to herself. "I can't believe she wears this stuff!" She pulled out a sheer black thong. "My..." She inspected it closely. She noticed it matched a pair of French stockings and a garter belt pretty closely. "What would people think?" She put the items back. Pulling out a short little baby blue dress she let out a gasp. Holding it up, she looked at it from the front, then the back. "This thing barely even covers her..." She held it up to her body. "This woman is just..."
Lydia snorted in her sleep and thrust a leg out from under the covers. Rolling back over onto her back she uncovered most of her body. She snorted once more then began snoring.
Chelsea stared at her sleeping mother. An icy chill filled her as she stared down at her mother's spread legs. The hairless pussy smiled up at her. She whispered, "oh, ...my god."
Her hands trembled as she reached for the thong. She held it up and looked through the dark sheer fabric, then back at her mother's bare slit. A dark thrill surged through her body. "Oooh." She glanced down at the baggy jeans she wore. All she could think about was how naughty it would be to see herself dressed up in this stuff. She folded the thong into the dress and glanced back at her mother. She took in her mother's beauty and made a decision, she snapped up the garter and stockings.
Leaving the laundry basket on the floor she charged back into her room. Closing the door she realized she was trembling. "Come on Chels' this isn't that big a deal, we're just gonna try it on." She caught sight of herself in the mirror, baggy jeans, an oversized sweater and no hairstyle to speak of. "Maybe grab a shower first."
Under the steamy hot water spray she found a little relief. Soaping up her body was the closest thing to sex she had ever experienced. She thought about what some of the girls had bragged about, things like owning vibrators, using hairbrush handles and such, it all seemed so... dirty."Hmmm,"Fighting her own reservations she grabbed down the long handled back scrubber. Squeezing a generous amount of shower gel onto the head she began using it to scrub her belly. Soon she had both hands on the handle working it roughly against her skin. Gaining more nerve she worked lower. "Come on Chels' don't be such a total virgin!" She lowered the head and went to work.
The scrubby worked her pussy instantly but her mind took a while to wrap around what she was doing. It felt so naughty. She could only frown until she remembered seeing her mother's... she couldn't bring herself to say it! Laughing she decided to force herself to say it. "puh, ...pussy." She felt a surge of pleasure between her legs, "Pussy!" she hissed."Ummm, pretty pretty pussy! Oh god..." She rode the scrubby then slid the long handle between her legs, "Guh! Uhnnnpussy!" Sensations rolled over her, she thrashed as the feelings grew, "Pussypussypussypussypussy PUSSY! Oh god!" She couldn't breath! "oh!" She could only slip that long handle between her pussy lips! She was going to fall down, she held tight to the big stick and sat on the floor of the tub. "Oh, oh, oh no!" Leaning back she spread her knees wide and imagined the stick in her hands was a ...she couldn't say it. "Oh fuck, Chels' just...." She shocked herself. "cock." She whispered. "Co... uhn, cock!" She held tightly to the white plastic stick and lovingly stroked it as it ground against her "in my pussssssy!" she hissed.
"Mmmm! Uhn!" She felt the powerful spray all over her body. The scrubby head was wonderful, but she kept staring up at the spray of water. She dropped the scrubber and pulled the shower head off its clip. Dialing up the pulse setting she lay back down. "puh, ugh! pussy... Oh God in heaven!" Her first orgasm crashed in on her. She slowly uncurled and lay flat in the tub, holding the spray on her clit. "oh god! Oh yessssss..." the room sank under her.
Minutes passed and she caught her breath. She pulled open the curtain a bit and saw the blue dress and stockings folded on the counter. She realized she had never shaved her legs before. They were getting rather fuzzy. Taking down her mother's razor she soaped up her legs and very carefully began shaving.
After only one nick she got the hang of it. Soon she had her left leg in nice shape. She shaved higher and higher until she stared down at her fuzzy soapy bush. Glancing at the black thong she imagined how it would fit. She didn't want a lot of hair sticking out around it, but the odd passing thought, "who would know?" troubled her. Excited her. "Who WOULD know?" She giggled and shaved high onto her labia. "...oh."
Chelsea's afternoon -
Twenty minutes later Chelsea emerged from her house, a sexy self assured woman wearing a tight little blue dress, French stocking and a pair of black pumps. She repeatedly tugged at the back of her dress and stumbled slightly as she made her way down the steps to the driveway.
She took a misstep and dropped her keys. Bending over to get them her stocking tops came into view causing a passing car to swerve. She stood up quickly and looked annoyed at the driver who smiled at her and waved. She reviewed what she had just done, dropped keys, bent down... "...oh." She got into her convertible and felt a little odd. "The nerve of... He must have stared right up..." She smiled. "Hmm..." She started the car and giggled.
At a red light she glanced down at her thigh. The stockings felt different, tight, ...naughty. She took the edge of the dress and pulled it up to look at the bare flesh of her thigh above the darker stocking material. The black garter snugged them to her upper thigh. She lifted the dress further and stared down at her remaining furry little patch peeking through the sheer fabric. Her breathing was heavy.
A car honked. A man in a truck next to her smiled down at her, it was a very dirty smile.
She floored the gas and pulled onto the highway. Was he following her? How much did he see! Why was she looking at herself that way! "God! Damn it!" she shouted.
After a few miles she knew he wasn't back there. She had calmed down and pulled off the highway. She needed a soda. She pulled up to a 'stop-n-shop' and got out. Throwing her legs out exposed everything again. No one was looking. Chelsea was relieved, but wait, "...disappointed?" She shook her head, "Man, Chels', these are powerful clothes!"
She wandered through the store and opened up the refrigerated case. The blast of cool air went straight to her freshly shaved legs and pussy and her eyes went wide. "Uhn." She stood there for a moment feeling goose bumps covering her body. She closed her eyes.
"Hey! Hey! Can I help you?" a man shouted. "You have to close the door!"
"Whut? No! I'm, no I'm fine." She grabbed a cherry coke and let the door close. She stood there staring at her reflection. "Damn..." She noticed her nipples were rock hard. She thought to herself, 'No bra! Why the hell din't you grab one of her bras!'
Her small young body was hugged tightly by the short little dress. Her breasts were on complete display. The soft small mounds, the puffy tips and the rock hard nipples stared back at her from her reflection. Her hands were shaking. Her impulse was to run, or to cover herself, but something else was happening. She felt her shoulders pulling back, she liked the look of the girl in the glass door. She lifted her head and allowing her eyes to dart towards the cashier she noted he was staring down at her ass. She smiled and stood prouder.
She saw another customer staring at her chest. Two more boys walked in. She felt that all eyes were on her small chest and the rock hard tips pointing ahead of her.
"...shit." She closed her eyes to relax, but now all she could think about was eyes on her body. She felt like she was heating up. She definitely felt a warmth inside her and she thought about the scrubby handle back in the shower this morning...
Taking a deep breath she turned and walked slowly and calmly past the few men watching her and stopped at the register. She glanced back at the men who still watched her and she smiled.
The cashier glanced at her then his eyes fell to her chest. He self-consciously glanced up again, embarrassed at being caught, he smiled and began making small talk.
"You don't come in here too often? Do you need anything else? Maybe you just want to relax in here with me where it's cool? Not like outside, huh?" He continued to fall back into staring at her tits.
Taking a deep breath which pressed out those tits. She answered him, "No, thank you I think I should be going." She grinned at his attention. "It is nice in her though." She caught his eyes and smiled. "Oh, wait," she picked a tub of cherry lip gloss off the counter display. "I'll take this too."
"Oooh, a cherry girl!" he grinned, "Always my favorite!"
She reached into her purse and he stopped her. "You can take it for free. Cherry girls never have to pay."
"Um, ...okay." She grinned at his words. She knew he was being very naughty.
"You should remain cherry forever." He smiled.
Grinning at the attention and politely thanked him and declined any further assistance. As she touched the door handle she glanced back seeing the men all staring at her ass. She giggled, "Have a nice day boys!" She got into her car. "Damn, I think I get it Mom!"
Carl's Day -
I spent the afternoon trying to concentrate on work. It was a scorcher and I was glad I stopped wearing underwear. Boxers build up a lot of heat during the day in summer. I found myself thinking of Lydia. What a massively sexy creature! Flashing me and nearly going down on me the first time we met, not only that, but sucking me off below the cash register last night, then again in the center of the store! Jesus, that did it, my cock began growing at the memory of her chatting away with that last customer of the night with my cum dripped down her cheek had me rock hard again. I had to duck out of sight to put my cock away. It kept peeking out over my waistband. If only I weren't so damn horny today. Can't stop thinking about Lydia, it must be the heat.
I was ringing out a long line of customers when I heard the door jingle. A very sexy girl in a tight blue dress entered. She wore it damn well, so I tried to watch what I was doing and keep my eye on her as she wandered around the store.
She seemed to be enjoying the attention she was getting from the males hanging around. She would giggle and dart away if they got too friendly. Could this be Lydia's friend? The one she warned me knew about our little ongoing games? She certainly did look half Lydia's age. A group of boys kept close to her heels. 'Hmmm, high heels...' She sat down on one of the low step stools about the place.
Staring at her was distracting me. It made me give back way too much change to the last customer in line. She was flipping through a book, 'To Kill a Mockingbird' I think.
The way she was perched on that small stool was killing me! She kept her knees tightly together but her feet spread apart. This gave us all a perfect view of the garters embracing the underside of her sweet thighs and a clear view of her tiny black panties covering her... "good lord..." I heard myself whisper. They were so sheer we could clearly see exactly how high she had shaved. My cock was moving as I let my eyes linger over her whispy close cropped blonde curls hiding behind that sheer panty panel.
A group of three boys were still gathered around her on the floor clearly staring hard at the sweet snatch barely hidden from view. I stayed about twenty feet away just to keep an ear on the situation... and to keep glancing back down at that sweet pussy she was flashing. Flashing, this had to be Alice, Lydia's friend. "...damn." This is the girl who came here looking for my cock? My god. How can I possibly turn this down? I thought of Lydia warning me that Alice had a family. Still, god, look at that pussy!
She was enjoying the attention and giggling a lot. It wasn't 100% clear to me that she knew that she was flashing us until she caught my eye. There was a dare in the gaze she held on me. I crossed my arms and held her stare. I was in plain sight, leaning against a bookshelf. It was getting late and the shop was clearing out. Thoughts of Lydia came back. I remembered what she had said about her friend, "Just take him out and Alice'll probably scamper back to her adoring family." I knew what was about to happen. My cock was hard enough and growing. Sure enough I glanced down and saw him growing up to my waistband.
She continued to laugh and talk with the boys who were clearly staring up her dress unabashedly. She seemed to be getting off on the attention, but she also seemed a bit kittenish, scared and nervous. I figured Lydia was right, so I reached down and gave my bulge a squeeze. The tip of my cock was growing up over my belt. Sure enough after another long slow inspection of this girl my cock surged and slipped over my waistband. I leaned back and watched her knowing it was sticking out about two inches. Her eyes flickered from my face to my cock and grew wide. Her breathing changed. We'll see what happens I suppose.
Chelsea's First Time -
After leaving the 'stop-n-shop' Chel's drove aimlessly through Hollywood, the Hills and achingly wrestled with the idea of wandering through the Beverly Center dressed like this, but couldn't get the courage up.
She remembered the name of the bookshop on her Mom's tee-shirt. The address was a bit out in the valley, but she needed the drive to clear her head, so she headed north. Traffic was smooth as she was flying up the freeway through the pass. Every time she drove into a tunnel she had laughed and rubbed herself.
"Say it Chel's! ...Pussy!" she shouted. As she exited the tunnel she pulled the dress up and saw the sunlight shining down on her stocking clad thighs and nearly bare pussy. She saw tunnels in a whole new light after today.
The wind had her blonde hair a little crazy so at the first light she came to out of the pass she reached up to pull it back. As she held her arms high situating her hair, the man in the next lane smiled and stared openly at her tits.
She met his eyes when he glanced up at her face and she felt it again, a rush straight to her crotch. She squeezed her thighs together and kept her arms up. She had secured her hair, but pretended she was still fiddling with it in order to keep her elbows high and her tits pressed out. A quick glance down confirmed to her how hard her titties were. She turned and puckered a kiss at him. She noted how his smile was so dirty! She grinned back at him and kept her arms up working her hair into a scrunchy. She realized she was pulsing her thighs together. It made her titties press out with each squeeze. She gasped at the sensations between her legs, 'God it feels so good!' she thought. She began to consider that she could have had another 'Big-Oh' right there in the car if she'd kept it up. -but she thought he was kinda gross and the light changed just in time. Fortunately his old beat-up car couldn't keep up. She giggled and mumbled to herself, "Lucky for me my daddy loves me enough to buy me a 6 banger!" She I left him in the dust.
The heat was pounding down on her even with the a/c going full. There was nowhere to stop so she pulled over to the side of the freeway. Her blue dress, well, her Mom's blue dress had worked up around her waist. She wiggled her bare ass on the leather seat. That had a new feeling to it as well! She got out of the car and began putting the top up. Horns kept blaring as the cars passed. "Oh Shit!" she squealed. The dress was still up around her waist!
She froze as every car that screamed by her laid on the horn. Suddenly it dawned on her that she was grinning! 'This was so cool!' she thought.
She left the dress bunched up at her hips, well above her stocking tops, as she bent back down into the back seat to pull the roof into place. Traffic cleared and she felt a dark rush as an idea hit her. She pulled the dress up higher. Wearing the tiny black thong, her ass was only covered by the straps of the garter. She moved to the traffic side of the car and leaned in. Pretending to fiddle with the convertible top she leaned into the side of the car, her thighs and pussy pressing against the hot metal. She rocked into the side of the car with her ass on open display. She heard cars honking in appreciation as she leaned further into the car and wiggled her bare ass.
A semi truck blasted by wailing its air horn. The noise and proximity of the speeding truck scared her so badly she leapt into the car, stocking clad legs flailing and her heart racing.
As she caught her breath she started the car. "Screw it! That was fun, but not worth my life!" She drove on.
Driving along she relived the thrill she had showing off her ass on the highway. She looked down and realized her hand was rubbing her pussy over the tiny black panties. She glanced at the traffic, then pulled them aside and began rubbing her clit directly. "My gawd Chels' you're so ...horny today!" The words made her giggle.
The bookshop address was only a few exits ahead. She straightened her panties and tugged her blue dress back into place. Checking her watch, she noted the sun had gone low in the sky.
"Shit, time flies when you're having fun." She giggled to herself as she parked the car.
Her heart was racing. Flashing traffic was one thing, but mingling with real people, people who might recognize her... She stopped the thought, "No one is gonna recognize sweet little Chelsea in this get up!" she thought. Checking her face in the vanity mirror she combed her blonde hair out and opened her new cherry lip gloss. "Cherry Chelsea, huh? We'll see how that goes." She winked at her reflection and opened the door. Setting a leg outside the car she noticed a group of boys her age entering the shop ahead of her. "Come on Chels' we'll be okay. You didn't take karate for nothing!" She stepped out and closed the door.
The walk to the shop was slow and deliberate. She was trying to steady her nerves by stalling. "We'll buy a book and get out of there. It'll be okay. Nothing weird is going to happen, Chels'."
Something weird happened almost immediately. She wandered into the shop and heads turned. Eyes stared and men gathered. She kept moving, but with each step she felt her thighs brush and her ass clenched and her body started heating up. She glanced down at the front of the dress. "...shit." Her nipples were rock hard. She noted five different men leering at her. "...shit." Taking a deep breath she decided right then and there to go with it. She turned her breathing into deep inhale and stretched her arms wide with a quiet lingering yawn that caught people's attention.
"Are you gonna make it?" a man asked with a warm smile on his face.
"Excuse me?" she asked quietly.
"You seem sleepy, you gonna make it?"
"Oh, well I have to, huh? I couldn't very well fall asleep here. I'm sure they'd love finding that, me sprawled out on the floor snoozing?"
He glanced up from her chest. "I don't think I'd mind cumming across your sleeping body."
She giggled and touched his chin with her fingertip, "Mmm, hm. I don't think so." She felt such a rush she almost skipped away. Talking to a dirty old man dressed up like this had her head spinning. She rounded a corner and bumped into a woman who dropped her books.
"Ooof! Oh! God! I'm so sorry! Let me help you!" she exclaimed.
Men in the shop who had been following her progress hit the jackpot. Chelsea forgot completely what she was wearing. She spread her legs wide and bent at the waist to gather the books the woman had dropped. Two of the boys already in the shop got a view of her bare ass as she stooped low and caught a glimpse of the tiny black strap covering her pucker.
"holy ...fuck!" one of them muttered.
Chelsea heard this and instantly stood stick straight. She quickly realized what she had just done. It was too much too close to real people. She helped the woman up to the cashier line and noticed the man running the register was staring at her and smiling too. She smiled back and noticed all the men in the shop were staring and smiling. The one woman in the shop, the woman she had bumped into, was paying and leaving. It was dark outside. Chelsea's clothes felt tighter than usual. She was nervous, but thrilled, she was having so much fun.
The older men eventually wandered away as she browsed through the shop. She would giggle and move on if one of them approached her. She kept noticing the guy at the front staring at her. He had a nice smile, she had the nagging feeling he thought she was stealing something, so she found the book she needed and carried it with her. "God this dress is tight!" she mumbled.
"It looks good though." A boy overheard and answered her. "You look really hot."
"Do I? Thanks." She smiled.
"I think girls look amazing when they take a little time with themselves. Girls at my school usually just pull on some baggy jeans and a sweatshirt and expect us to take notice." He grinned.
"Yyyyeah, well this is kind of a special outfit, I, um, I have a date later."
"Oh. Boyfriend huh?" he asked dejectedly.
"Mm-hm."
"I figured. I mean you really look so hot tonight I figured you must be... He's a lucky guy." His gaze fell to her chest then to her thighs. "Those stockings look nice."
"How do you know they're stockings?" she accused.
"Oh, um, you were, I glanced over while you were..."
"Uh huh! I thought that was you!" she smiled.
"god... I'm sorry."
"Holy ...fuck, huh? Such language!" she smiled at him, then she turned and walked over to a step stool and sat down. Opening up her book she planted her knees together and kept her thighs tightly closed. Her shoes were planted about two feet apart to give her a place to rest her book on her thighs in front of her. 'Not going to give these boys any more show tonight!' she thought to herself. 'Shit, my heart is pounding, gotta calm down.'
The three boys were standing in front of her smiling. They had watched her sit and were all three mesmerized at this sweet little thing who was flashing them her pussy in such a public manner.
"You mind if we sit with you?" one asked.
"Free country." She mumbled.
One boy went wide eyed at her words. He turned to his friend and whispered the words, "free-cunt-ry." and they both laughed.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"Nuh, nothing! Freedom, I like personal freedom."
"Mmm, hm. Look, why don't you all sit down, tell me your names." As they talked she knew they were trying to see her chest, so she held the book close and crossed her arms on her knees to hide her body from their view. She felt safe talking to them now that she wasn't showing too much of her body. She even felt a little turned on by their attentions. She noticed the shopkeeper staring at her again. He had a look in his eye again. She waved the book and lowered her arms. 'Oh hell let them look at my chest, what's the big deal anyway.' She lowered her arms. 'That's why I came in here wasn't it?'
Then it hit her; the whole day was about sex! She was wrapped up in clothes that made her feel sexy, made men stare and made them all feel the power of strong sexual attraction. It was just like one of her science formulas in school. The equation was leading up to something. It was leading to a reaction and a result. The result was her getting a big dick pushed into her.
"Oh, my!" The realization crashed over her. It thrilled her, filed her with power!She looked at these grinning, drooling boys. 'Holy shit. I'm out here looking to get some!' The concept made her giddy! The thing that made her so happy was that she WAS good at this. She DID look fantastic! These badly dressed boys shouldn't even think they had a chance with her! She could do better. As she looked up, the store manager was staring at her. 'Now HE has potential. Cute and a nice butt!' She laughed at her train of thought. She kept staring at him because he was staring at her and suddenly he was rubbing and squeezing his crotch. A grinding started low in her gut, something was heating up. 'I wonder what kind of...'
Before she could finish the thought she noticed a large bulge was down the front of his jeans and as he leaned back and smiled she saw something that took her breath momentarily. A large pink bulb peeked out over his waistband. Her eyes went wide, "Uhn..." She saw him turn and walk towards the front.
She heard him making the closing announcement and the boys grudgingly made their way out the front door. They had given her their cell phone numbers seeing as how she wouldn't give them her own.
She walked to the back of the store trying to catch her breath, thinking of the bulge and the tip she saw peeking out over the man's belt. She was smiling and reliving the scene. She closed her eyes remembering the feeling of the shower head between her legs. Glancing back and forth through the store she couldn't find anyone else. As she made her way back towards the front a row of lights went out. She heard the door lock and saw him at the front.
He was smiling at her, "Did you need to pay for that?"
"Um, yes! It's a book for school, is it too late?"
"Of course not. School? So you're a High School student are you?" he smirked as he killed most of the lights.
"Yeah, uh, yes, sir." She was glancing at the bulge again. It went off to the side and was a nice thick size. She couldn't help but stare. His jeans were tight and she could make out a lot. She thought about her scrubby handle back in the shower once more. The memory of her flat on her back with that handle in her hands thrusting against her pussy returned. "I, I heard this was a ...was a good place to shop so I drove up from the South Bay to see what..." He moved closer. "what things..." She watched as he circled her, his ass was nice too. "were like... up here."
He passed by her very closely and inhaled deeply. "Mmm, god you do smell nice." He smiled and faced away from her. He leaned forward and did something she couldn't see. She thought she heard a zipping sound. "So, you drove all the way up her to see ...how things were?"
"Yes, I... I..." she stopped talking as he turned around.
"Well what do you think?" he stood proudly displaying his cock as it hung out of his fly. The purple head throbbing and filling with blood as it climbed higher into the air.
"...whatareyoudoing?" she whispered. "whyareyou..."
"You said you heard this was a good place to shop, so what do you think? Anything strike your fancy?" He stepped forward. "Anything you can't live without?"
"Uhhh..." She was blushing.
"Come on Alice, you drove all this way on someone's say so. Don't tell me you're leaving empty handed." He moved closer and her breathing became ragged.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she nervously whispered.
"Me? You were the one sitting there flashing your sweet little pussy to the whole room.
Hearing someone else use the word made her grin, "I wasn't! I..."
"Alice... you sat on that bench legs spread showing off those garters and that sweet little black thong to the whole room. Did you not?"
She looked back at the stool she has been sitting on. "I did? I was? People could..." She looked down at the floor as her face blushed crimson.
He stepped closer. She gasped as she saw this big stiff dick so close to her body. All her strength seemed to flow out of her.
"Come on now. You're the one came in here looking for..." he stopped himself. "Who told you to come here?"
She couldn't look away from the large purple head inches from her belly. "Nuh, no one tuh, told me to come here, I just thought..."
"One things for sure, you are one sexy little thing." He touched her face and lifted her chin.
"Sexy?"
"Yes. You think you want to play, sexy thing? I gotta tell you, I think we could have some serious fun with this." He placed his cock in her hand. "What do you think?"
"Uhhngh..." her fingers closed around the warm flesh. "Who are you?" she whispered.
"I'm your cock. All your's." He pressed closer, his cock touching her body now.
"Muh... MY ...cock?" She stepped back enough to hold his dick with both hands. "my cock." She closed her eyes began squeezing the thick dick she held lovingly.
He swallowed hard as she squeezed. He was thrilled that she hadn't bolted like Lydia said she would. This lady was far to good, a dream come true in fact. "Wait, if you're going to stay let me just get a better look at you."
"Whu... where would I go?" she smiled.
He stepped back, she held tight to his dick. "You could always go back home. I'm not forcing you to stay." He grinned down at her and began lifting her dress.
She let go of the stiff dick as her dress peeled up her hips, revealing her stocking tops, garter and nearly bare pussy to his moaned approval. "My god..." he whispered.
Pulling the dress over her head she felt the air cooling the dampness between her legs.
"One last time, are you sure?" he asked.
She glazed over and whispered, "Mmmm, ye' yeah..."
He closed his mouth over hers and pressed his naked cock against her soft belly. Her hands went to his ass and pulled him tighter.
He picked her up and carried her towards the counter, marveling at the fact that she weighed nothing.
She instinctively wrapped her legs around him which pressed her barely covered pussy against his naked cock. She thrilled at the feel of his hands on her naked ass. Grinding her pussy against him she felt the trembling and excitement building within her. 'It's gonna happen Chels!' she smiled as she let herself get used to the idea. She felt his hard shaft nestled against her damp panty covered pussy. 'He's gonna fuck me. It's gonna happen ...right now!'
He set her down and sat down himself on a small armless wooden chair before her. His cock stuck straight up out of his lap. "Come closer."
She took his hand as he led her to sit facing him on his lap, his cock rising between them. She reached down and began squeezing it again. "Mmmm... my cock?"
"Oh yeah." He kissed his way up her neck, "Now... put it in baby." he hissed.
Her eyes went wide as she realized she had no clue what he would like her to do. She raised up and rubbed the tip of his cock against the black fabric covering her trimmed bush.
"Put it in." he repeated.
"Ooooh," She sighed. "here goes." She pulled the tiny black thong aside and pressed his cockhead into her wet virgin lips. "Am I, uhn, am I," she felt herself sliding down onto him, "doing this right?"
"Oh Alice, you're doing fine. Such a tight little pussy! Damn you're husband must not have much down there." He smiled.
Chelsea felt herself drifting far away from her body, 'Alice?', 'husband?' she wondered.
He pressed up into her but she held herself above him. "Sssstop. Stop teasing me Alice. I want to be inside you!" he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down.
"Aaaguh! Oh God, that hurt!" she was trembling.
"Shit! I'm sorry! Are you alright?" he let her sit down, fully encasing his cock.
"No, I... I heard that the first time was like this." She stared at their bodies, connected tightly. "You must've just, popped my cherry is all." She giggled. "I'll be fine."
She curled up tightly mashing her open mouth to his neck and began rocking back and forth feeling the depths he was reaching inside her with his dick.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! First time? Alice what are you talking about?"
Chelsea leaned back, "Why do you... why do you keep calling me Alice?"
Carl stared at her, watching her eyes slowly closing and opening as she rocked back and forth working her clit against him. She bit her lip and dropped her head back as he pulsed and bounced up into her. "I just like the name is all. Do you mind?"
"No... uhnnnn, Aaaigh! You call me... uhn, whatever!" sweat was forming on her forehead. She gasped for air. "Uuughn... aw gawd! OOOhhh! Oh!" she panted for breath, "Ohhh ye' yeaahhssssss..."
"Did you like that?" he asked.
She caught her breath, "ughnnn, you... you made me cum. I, this was, it's just I heard most girls don't cum their first time."
He wrapped his hands around her ass and stood, keeping her firmly on his dick.
"Ooooh! Oh, where are we going?"
"My turn. Just wrap you hands around my neck and hang on Sweet Alice." He began bouncing her as they walked towards the back of the shop. Leaning her against eh wall he sucked at her neck, "Don't worry, we're just," he turned the knob, "getting a little air is all."
"hey... hey, what are you doing?" she panicked as they stepped out into the back alley.
"This is my bike." He carefully mounted his motorcycle with her in place on his dick. "We're not going anywhere, love. I just like the open air is all."
She giggled softly and glanced around.
He watched her eyes widen and saw goosebumps begin to cover her skin. Her little nipples grew rock hard as he pulled her deeper onto his cock. "You like it out here?"
"Uhhn huh." She began bouncing on his dick.
"Sweet Alice you've got my dick so hard. I think I'm gonna cum in a bit. Do I need to... you know?"
"Whu' uhn, whut?"
"Do I need to pull out? Are you... Oh sweetie, tell me quick!"
"I'm... uhn...." She threw her head back and gripped the handlebars behind her thrusting her small tits upwards.
The sight of her post-virgin body on his cock bathed in the streetlights of the back alley were too much. "Ali' Alice!" He lifted her off his cock in time to spew a large ropy stream of cum onto her soft belly.
She looked down in time to see his thick cock spew another rush of cum splashing high up onto her tits and chin. "oooooh..." she giggled as she reached down and smeared the pearlescent puddles up onto her young tits. She saw the lust in his face and brought her cum smeared hand to her mouth. Her tongue slowly licked a large amount of cum off of her hand. "Mmmm, oh, just like champagne!" She scooped up another small puddle and sucked it into her mouth. "I can see why people like this stuff." She smiled and the streetlight caught the sheen of cum on her mouth.
Carl watched in fascination as he considered the young girl who claimed to have just given him her virginity. He felt his dick. It ached for more, so he slipped it back into her juicy cave. "You, ahem, you didn't say whether you were on birth control or not. I didn't want to risk it."
"Oh god that feels so good inside me." She leaned back against the instrument cluster and caressed her face as she felt him moving inside her again. Her hands left slick trails of cum on her cheeks. "If you knew my mother, you'd know I was on birth control from the day I had my first period. It's just that this is the first time I've ever really needed it!" she giggled again.
A cat hissed and darted away. Someone had turned into the alley. Headlights shone past Carl as a car pulled in behind them. Chelsea's body clamped tightly around Carl's dick as her anxiety shot up.
"Shh-shh-sh, its okay, just hang on." Carl started the bike and smiled down at the girl on his dick. "We'll just move on and come back. You just hang on to me little one."
Steadying the bike he kicked it into gear and they lurched forward, speeding down the alley.
Chelsea's legs wrapped tight around Carl and she clutched his neck and chest as the bike moved down the alley.
It was late, not a lot of traffic so it was easy to stay away from other drivers. Carl kept focused. The thought persisted that he had a possibly underage girl not only naked, not only on his cock but also covered in his cum. One cop and he faced much more than a ticket. While all this ran through his head he felt the steady gripping and releasing of the girls pussy. He listened to her moans and felt her lurching against him. He circled the block slowly. There were no cars out front so he felt safe pulling up in front of the shop.
"Okay, quickly let's get back inside."
"Mmm, but..." she looked miserable. "I'm so close."
"Inside!" he snapped at her.
She eased back off his cock. "Ohhhh-KAY." She stood defiantly in the lights of the parking lot next to her car one of her garters had popped and her stocking hung down her leg. She had her hands on her hips catching her breath. "Can I come in for a drink?"
"What?" He saw she was staring at his cock. It was dripping a bit from the frantic sex she had been giving him. "Oh, hell yes! Just get in here!"
"Goody!" She skipped past him.
The sight of this sexy creature in torn black stockings skipping past him like a schoolgirl made him horny again. "Lemme just lock the back door!"
As he went to the back she sauntered around the register station. She picked up a business card, "Carl Denny. Is that you?"She slipped the card into her book.
"So, um, do you need to get home soon?"
"Oh look, we got your cum all over your clothes, Carl." She dropped to her knees. Carl's dick was worn out, it began to droop in front of her face. "Oh, no more champagne? You don't want to play anymore? God that was so cool! I love your bike!" She stood and gripped him tight against her naked body, "I love SEX!" she growled and kissed him. "I love you!" she whispered.
Having an obviously underage girl in his shop after hours wearing only a garter and some torn stockings wanting more of his cum and telling him she loved him was too much for Carl's brain. His dick began pulsing back to life.
She felt it throbbing against her tummy. "Oh goody!" She dropped to her knees again. "I don't know how to do this, so..." She took his stiffening dick in her hands and guided it to her lips. Finding his dick still leaking thick droplets of cum she sucked and licked him clean, "Mmm, so good!" She kissed his head as it began to swell in her hands. "Whoa! I guess I'm doing this alright, huh?"
Carl leaned back against the countertop, "Uhhn, you're doing, you're doing just fine, Alice. Just like that. Just fuck me with those sexy, pretty lips."
No one had commented on her mouth like that before. She held the base of his cock and slowly pushed her head forward taking his cock slowly to the back of her throat then she would slowly back away, pulling her tight mouth off his throbbing meat. She saw he enjoyed what she was doing so repeated it over and over, slowly, working her tongue along his hard dick.
"Uhnnn, oh Alice," he hissed. "Did you like, uhn, being outside like that, letting people see. See what we were doing? Both of us risking getting caught?"
"Mmmmm-hmmmm!"
"I like that. I like... uhn, oh baby I'm gonna cum again. You ready?"
She sucked on his swollen head and giggled as a smaller amount of pearlescent cream oozed onto her lips and tongue. "Mmmm, baby! That's so good... so, so good." She rubbed his cock back and forth slowly across her sticky lips. Watching the scene caused another unexpected surge of cum to splash onto her cheeks and hair.
Falling back on her ass from the unexpected bonus she laughed and laughed. "Wow!" She tried to stand, "wow! Wow! WOW! After that I guess I should be getting home, now. What time is it anyway?" she scooped most of the cum off her face and into her mouth.
He reached down and took her hands to help her up. "It's late. -and I'm exhausted." He smiled. And hugged her close. "You need to clean up. I've got some towels around here somewhere..."
"Oh, just hand me my dress, it's a wreck anyway." She took the small blue garment and wiped off the cum she couldn't reach with her tongue. Looking at the dress in her hands she grew thoughtful.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. I think I just figured something out."
"I think we both figured out a lot tonight."
Chelsea began giggling so hard her small tits bounced. "No shit!"
"You gonna tell me your name? I'd really like to know who you really are."
"Uhh, just keep calling me Alice. -and I'll call you my White Rabbit." She drapped her dress over her shoulder and moved towards the door.
"Alice, huh. You know you aren't the 'Alice' I was expecting."
"Lucky me." She twisted the lock open.
"You, uh, you gonna get dressed 'Alice'?"
She glanced out at the empty parking lot. "At some point." She stepped outside, "Bye Bye, Bunny!"
Watching her walk away he leaned against the doorframe with his dick hanging out. Her small round ass framed by torn black stockings and garters caused him to stir. She glanced back over her shoulder at him as she reached her car. Smiling a wide open mouth smile she pulled her blue dress over her head, got in and drove away.
"That smile..." It reminded him of someone else. Walking back inside, he picked up her black thong and shoes. "Girls, always leaving their clothes on my floor."
Driving back through the pass Chelsea had to pull over at an overlook. She realized she was almost hyperventilating. "Calm down girl." She looked down at her torn stockings. "Ugh, sorry mom." She unclipped the garters and wiggled one leg free, then the other. Stepping out of the car she wandered over to a bench and trashcan situated to look out over the valley. She dropped the stockings into the bin and leaned over the back of the bench. The lights below were beautiful. She would always remember them as a celebration of the night she lost her cherry.
A sports car sped by bathing her in its headlights. Chelsea didn't think much about it until the car beeped repeatedly at her as it passed. She realized she had on no panties and her dress was bunched around her waist. She smiled knowing yet another guy had seen and approved of her naked ass. She hurried back to her car and started it up. She looked down at her spattered and stained dress. Pulling it up to inspect the stains she remembered the laundry this morning. "Champagne, Mom?"
She wondered if the stains on her mother's clothes came from her father or some other man. She expected those thoughts to disgust her, but instead she found herself giggling as she sped down the highway.
--more later!
Don't you just love these horny stories? They're fiction! Go out and behave yourself. People who act like this end up in a very bad way. Read away, it's harmless, but act like a responsible, real person and you'll get more and better sex! Leave the fiction on the page! ;)--RL
FLASHER (part III) Copyright 2006 By Rachel's Lace
***A case of mistaken identity changes a shy high-school girl into a sneaky carnal predator and a rather daring libertine finds he should have known when to say when!
Chelsea's Morning -
Chelsea was doing the laundry downstairs while her mother slept. She was smiling to herself as she sorted her mother's clothing. The outrageous styles she wore brought a giggle and a blush to her face; the bright pink thong panties, the short night gowns, the sweater... her mother's favorite pearl button sweater. "Hmmm, should this go to the dry cleaners?" she wondered aloud. "Ew? What's this stuff all over it?" She sniffed it. "Probably champagne again. Mom's always getting champagne on her clothes." She folded the material and sucked on one of the larger stains while she sorted. Her tongue worked the dried crust until she tasted a sharp flavor. "Hmm, yep more champagne." She popped the fabric out of her mouth, "good stuff." She found another stain and popped it back in her mouth.
She pulled a tiny black skirt out of the hamper, then a sheer blouse. "Mom..." Dumping the bag out onto the floor she sorted the rest. A tee-shirt caught her eye. "This is new." She read the name of a bookshop across the small thin shirt.
"Oh, golly! I still need to read 'To Kill a Mockingbird' this weekend!"
Upstairs her mother was sound asleep dreaming of motorcycles.
Chelsea started the washing then checked the pockets of the jeans. "A twenty! Score!" She took a basket of cleaned and folded clothes up to her mother's room.
"Mom?" she whispered. "Mom?"
She smiled at her snoring mother and set the clothes down. Opening up her mother's dresser drawers she began putting the clothes away. She laughed to herself. "I can't believe she wears this stuff!" She pulled out a sheer black thong. "My..." She inspected it closely. She noticed it matched a pair of French stockings and a garter belt pretty closely. "What would people think?" She put the items back. Pulling out a short little baby blue dress she let out a gasp. Holding it up, she looked at it from the front, then the back. "This thing barely even covers her..." She held it up to her body. "This woman is just..."
Lydia snorted in her sleep and thrust a leg out from under the covers. Rolling back over onto her back she uncovered most of her body. She snorted once more then began snoring.
Chelsea stared at her sleeping mother. An icy chill filled her as she stared down at her mother's spread legs. The hairless pussy smiled up at her. She whispered, "oh, ...my god."
Her hands trembled as she reached for the thong. She held it up and looked through the dark sheer fabric, then back at her mother's bare slit. A dark thrill surged through her body. "Oooh." She glanced down at the baggy jeans she wore. All she could think about was how naughty it would be to see herself dressed up in this stuff. She folded the thong into the dress and glanced back at her mother. She took in her mother's beauty and made a decision, she snapped up the garter and stockings.
Leaving the laundry basket on the floor she charged back into her room. Closing the door she realized she was trembling. "Come on Chels' this isn't that big a deal, we're just gonna try it on." She caught sight of herself in the mirror, baggy jeans, an oversized sweater and no hairstyle to speak of. "Maybe grab a shower first."
Under the steamy hot water spray she found a little relief. Soaping up her body was the closest thing to sex she had ever experienced. She thought about what some of the girls had bragged about, things like owning vibrators, using hairbrush handles and such, it all seemed so... dirty."Hmmm,"Fighting her own reservations she grabbed down the long handled back scrubber. Squeezing a generous amount of shower gel onto the head she began using it to scrub her belly. Soon she had both hands on the handle working it roughly against her skin. Gaining more nerve she worked lower. "Come on Chels' don't be such a total virgin!" She lowered the head and went to work.
The scrubby worked her pussy instantly but her mind took a while to wrap around what she was doing. It felt so naughty. She could only frown until she remembered seeing her mother's... she couldn't bring herself to say it! Laughing she decided to force herself to say it. "puh, ...pussy." She felt a surge of pleasure between her legs, "Pussy!" she hissed."Ummm, pretty pretty pussy! Oh god..." She rode the scrubby then slid the long handle between her legs, "Guh! Uhnnnpussy!" Sensations rolled over her, she thrashed as the feelings grew, "Pussypussypussypussypussy PUSSY! Oh god!" She couldn't breath! "oh!" She could only slip that long handle between her pussy lips! She was going to fall down, she held tight to the big stick and sat on the floor of the tub. "Oh, oh, oh no!" Leaning back she spread her knees wide and imagined the stick in her hands was a ...she couldn't say it. "Oh fuck, Chels' just...." She shocked herself. "cock." She whispered. "Co... uhn, cock!" She held tightly to the white plastic stick and lovingly stroked it as it ground against her "in my pussssssy!" she hissed.
"Mmmm! Uhn!" She felt the powerful spray all over her body. The scrubby head was wonderful, but she kept staring up at the spray of water. She dropped the scrubber and pulled the shower head off its clip. Dialing up the pulse setting she lay back down. "puh, ugh! pussy... Oh God in heaven!" Her first orgasm crashed in on her. She slowly uncurled and lay flat in the tub, holding the spray on her clit. "oh god! Oh yessssss..." the room sank under her.
Minutes passed and she caught her breath. She pulled open the curtain a bit and saw the blue dress and stockings folded on the counter. She realized she had never shaved her legs before. They were getting rather fuzzy. Taking down her mother's razor she soaped up her legs and very carefully began shaving.
After only one nick she got the hang of it. Soon she had her left leg in nice shape. She shaved higher and higher until she stared down at her fuzzy soapy bush. Glancing at the black thong she imagined how it would fit. She didn't want a lot of hair sticking out around it, but the odd passing thought, "who would know?" troubled her. Excited her. "Who WOULD know?" She giggled and shaved high onto her labia. "...oh."
Chelsea's afternoon -
Twenty minutes later Chelsea emerged from her house, a sexy self assured woman wearing a tight little blue dress, French stocking and a pair of black pumps. She repeatedly tugged at the back of her dress and stumbled slightly as she made her way down the steps to the driveway.
She took a misstep and dropped her keys. Bending over to get them her stocking tops came into view causing a passing car to swerve. She stood up quickly and looked annoyed at the driver who smiled at her and waved. She reviewed what she had just done, dropped keys, bent down... "...oh." She got into her convertible and felt a little odd. "The nerve of... He must have stared right up..." She smiled. "Hmm..." She started the car and giggled.
At a red light she glanced down at her thigh. The stockings felt different, tight, ...naughty. She took the edge of the dress and pulled it up to look at the bare flesh of her thigh above the darker stocking material. The black garter snugged them to her upper thigh. She lifted the dress further and stared down at her remaining furry little patch peeking through the sheer fabric. Her breathing was heavy.
A car honked. A man in a truck next to her smiled down at her, it was a very dirty smile.
She floored the gas and pulled onto the highway. Was he following her? How much did he see! Why was she looking at herself that way! "God! Damn it!" she shouted.
After a few miles she knew he wasn't back there. She had calmed down and pulled off the highway. She needed a soda. She pulled up to a 'stop-n-shop' and got out. Throwing her legs out exposed everything again. No one was looking. Chelsea was relieved, but wait, "...disappointed?" She shook her head, "Man, Chels', these are powerful clothes!"
She wandered through the store and opened up the refrigerated case. The blast of cool air went straight to her freshly shaved legs and pussy and her eyes went wide. "Uhn." She stood there for a moment feeling goose bumps covering her body. She closed her eyes.
"Hey! Hey! Can I help you?" a man shouted. "You have to close the door!"
"Whut? No! I'm, no I'm fine." She grabbed a cherry coke and let the door close. She stood there staring at her reflection. "Damn..." She noticed her nipples were rock hard. She thought to herself, 'No bra! Why the hell din't you grab one of her bras!'
Her small young body was hugged tightly by the short little dress. Her breasts were on complete display. The soft small mounds, the puffy tips and the rock hard nipples stared back at her from her reflection. Her hands were shaking. Her impulse was to run, or to cover herself, but something else was happening. She felt her shoulders pulling back, she liked the look of the girl in the glass door. She lifted her head and allowing her eyes to dart towards the cashier she noted he was staring down at her ass. She smiled and stood prouder.
She saw another customer staring at her chest. Two more boys walked in. She felt that all eyes were on her small chest and the rock hard tips pointing ahead of her.
"...shit." She closed her eyes to relax, but now all she could think about was eyes on her body. She felt like she was heating up. She definitely felt a warmth inside her and she thought about the scrubby handle back in the shower this morning...
Taking a deep breath she turned and walked slowly and calmly past the few men watching her and stopped at the register. She glanced back at the men who still watched her and she smiled.
The cashier glanced at her then his eyes fell to her chest. He self-consciously glanced up again, embarrassed at being caught, he smiled and began making small talk.
"You don't come in here too often? Do you need anything else? Maybe you just want to relax in here with me where it's cool? Not like outside, huh?" He continued to fall back into staring at her tits.
Taking a deep breath which pressed out those tits. She answered him, "No, thank you I think I should be going." She grinned at his attention. "It is nice in her though." She caught his eyes and smiled. "Oh, wait," she picked a tub of cherry lip gloss off the counter display. "I'll take this too."
"Oooh, a cherry girl!" he grinned, "Always my favorite!"
She reached into her purse and he stopped her. "You can take it for free. Cherry girls never have to pay."
"Um, ...okay." She grinned at his words. She knew he was being very naughty.
"You should remain cherry forever." He smiled.
Grinning at the attention and politely thanked him and declined any further assistance. As she touched the door handle she glanced back seeing the men all staring at her ass. She giggled, "Have a nice day boys!" She got into her car. "Damn, I think I get it Mom!"
Carl's Day -
I spent the afternoon trying to concentrate on work. It was a scorcher and I was glad I stopped wearing underwear. Boxers build up a lot of heat during the day in summer. I found myself thinking of Lydia. What a massively sexy creature! Flashing me and nearly going down on me the first time we met, not only that, but sucking me off below the cash register last night, then again in the center of the store! Jesus, that did it, my cock began growing at the memory of her chatting away with that last customer of the night with my cum dripped down her cheek had me rock hard again. I had to duck out of sight to put my cock away. It kept peeking out over my waistband. If only I weren't so damn horny today. Can't stop thinking about Lydia, it must be the heat.
I was ringing out a long line of customers when I heard the door jingle. A very sexy girl in a tight blue dress entered. She wore it damn well, so I tried to watch what I was doing and keep my eye on her as she wandered around the store.
She seemed to be enjoying the attention she was getting from the males hanging around. She would giggle and dart away if they got too friendly. Could this be Lydia's friend? The one she warned me knew about our little ongoing games? She certainly did look half Lydia's age. A group of boys kept close to her heels. 'Hmmm, high heels...' She sat down on one of the low step stools about the place.
Staring at her was distracting me. It made me give back way too much change to the last customer in line. She was flipping through a book, 'To Kill a Mockingbird' I think.
The way she was perched on that small stool was killing me! She kept her knees tightly together but her feet spread apart. This gave us all a perfect view of the garters embracing the underside of her sweet thighs and a clear view of her tiny black panties covering her... "good lord..." I heard myself whisper. They were so sheer we could clearly see exactly how high she had shaved. My cock was moving as I let my eyes linger over her whispy close cropped blonde curls hiding behind that sheer panty panel.
A group of three boys were still gathered around her on the floor clearly staring hard at the sweet snatch barely hidden from view. I stayed about twenty feet away just to keep an ear on the situation... and to keep glancing back down at that sweet pussy she was flashing. Flashing, this had to be Alice, Lydia's friend. "...damn." This is the girl who came here looking for my cock? My god. How can I possibly turn this down? I thought of Lydia warning me that Alice had a family. Still, god, look at that pussy!
She was enjoying the attention and giggling a lot. It wasn't 100% clear to me that she knew that she was flashing us until she caught my eye. There was a dare in the gaze she held on me. I crossed my arms and held her stare. I was in plain sight, leaning against a bookshelf. It was getting late and the shop was clearing out. Thoughts of Lydia came back. I remembered what she had said about her friend, "Just take him out and Alice'll probably scamper back to her adoring family." I knew what was about to happen. My cock was hard enough and growing. Sure enough I glanced down and saw him growing up to my waistband.
She continued to laugh and talk with the boys who were clearly staring up her dress unabashedly. She seemed to be getting off on the attention, but she also seemed a bit kittenish, scared and nervous. I figured Lydia was right, so I reached down and gave my bulge a squeeze. The tip of my cock was growing up over my belt. Sure enough after another long slow inspection of this girl my cock surged and slipped over my waistband. I leaned back and watched her knowing it was sticking out about two inches. Her eyes flickered from my face to my cock and grew wide. Her breathing changed. We'll see what happens I suppose.
Chelsea's First Time -
After leaving the 'stop-n-shop' Chel's drove aimlessly through Hollywood, the Hills and achingly wrestled with the idea of wandering through the Beverly Center dressed like this, but couldn't get the courage up.
She remembered the name of the bookshop on her Mom's tee-shirt. The address was a bit out in the valley, but she needed the drive to clear her head, so she headed north. Traffic was smooth as she was flying up the freeway through the pass. Every time she drove into a tunnel she had laughed and rubbed herself.
"Say it Chel's! ...Pussy!" she shouted. As she exited the tunnel she pulled the dress up and saw the sunlight shining down on her stocking clad thighs and nearly bare pussy. She saw tunnels in a whole new light after today.
The wind had her blonde hair a little crazy so at the first light she came to out of the pass she reached up to pull it back. As she held her arms high situating her hair, the man in the next lane smiled and stared openly at her tits.
She met his eyes when he glanced up at her face and she felt it again, a rush straight to her crotch. She squeezed her thighs together and kept her arms up. She had secured her hair, but pretended she was still fiddling with it in order to keep her elbows high and her tits pressed out. A quick glance down confirmed to her how hard her titties were. She turned and puckered a kiss at him. She noted how his smile was so dirty! She grinned back at him and kept her arms up working her hair into a scrunchy. She realized she was pulsing her thighs together. It made her titties press out with each squeeze. She gasped at the sensations between her legs, 'God it feels so good!' she thought. She began to consider that she could have had another 'Big-Oh' right there in the car if she'd kept it up. -but she thought he was kinda gross and the light changed just in time. Fortunately his old beat-up car couldn't keep up. She giggled and mumbled to herself, "Lucky for me my daddy loves me enough to buy me a 6 banger!" She I left him in the dust.
The heat was pounding down on her even with the a/c going full. There was nowhere to stop so she pulled over to the side of the freeway. Her blue dress, well, her Mom's blue dress had worked up around her waist. She wiggled her bare ass on the leather seat. That had a new feeling to it as well! She got out of the car and began putting the top up. Horns kept blaring as the cars passed. "Oh Shit!" she squealed. The dress was still up around her waist!
She froze as every car that screamed by her laid on the horn. Suddenly it dawned on her that she was grinning! 'This was so cool!' she thought.
She left the dress bunched up at her hips, well above her stocking tops, as she bent back down into the back seat to pull the roof into place. Traffic cleared and she felt a dark rush as an idea hit her. She pulled the dress up higher. Wearing the tiny black thong, her ass was only covered by the straps of the garter. She moved to the traffic side of the car and leaned in. Pretending to fiddle with the convertible top she leaned into the side of the car, her thighs and pussy pressing against the hot metal. She rocked into the side of the car with her ass on open display. She heard cars honking in appreciation as she leaned further into the car and wiggled her bare ass.
A semi truck blasted by wailing its air horn. The noise and proximity of the speeding truck scared her so badly she leapt into the car, stocking clad legs flailing and her heart racing.
As she caught her breath she started the car. "Screw it! That was fun, but not worth my life!" She drove on.
Driving along she relived the thrill she had showing off her ass on the highway. She looked down and realized her hand was rubbing her pussy over the tiny black panties. She glanced at the traffic, then pulled them aside and began rubbing her clit directly. "My gawd Chels' you're so ...horny today!" The words made her giggle.
The bookshop address was only a few exits ahead. She straightened her panties and tugged her blue dress back into place. Checking her watch, she noted the sun had gone low in the sky.
"Shit, time flies when you're having fun." She giggled to herself as she parked the car.
Her heart was racing. Flashing traffic was one thing, but mingling with real people, people who might recognize her... She stopped the thought, "No one is gonna recognize sweet little Chelsea in this get up!" she thought. Checking her face in the vanity mirror she combed her blonde hair out and opened her new cherry lip gloss. "Cherry Chelsea, huh? We'll see how that goes." She winked at her reflection and opened the door. Setting a leg outside the car she noticed a group of boys her age entering the shop ahead of her. "Come on Chels' we'll be okay. You didn't take karate for nothing!" She stepped out and closed the door.
The walk to the shop was slow and deliberate. She was trying to steady her nerves by stalling. "We'll buy a book and get out of there. It'll be okay. Nothing weird is going to happen, Chels'."
Something weird happened almost immediately. She wandered into the shop and heads turned. Eyes stared and men gathered. She kept moving, but with each step she felt her thighs brush and her ass clenched and her body started heating up. She glanced down at the front of the dress. "...shit." Her nipples were rock hard. She noted five different men leering at her. "...shit." Taking a deep breath she decided right then and there to go with it. She turned her breathing into deep inhale and stretched her arms wide with a quiet lingering yawn that caught people's attention.
"Are you gonna make it?" a man asked with a warm smile on his face.
"Excuse me?" she asked quietly.
"You seem sleepy, you gonna make it?"
"Oh, well I have to, huh? I couldn't very well fall asleep here. I'm sure they'd love finding that, me sprawled out on the floor snoozing?"
He glanced up from her chest. "I don't think I'd mind cumming across your sleeping body."
She giggled and touched his chin with her fingertip, "Mmm, hm. I don't think so." She felt such a rush she almost skipped away. Talking to a dirty old man dressed up like this had her head spinning. She rounded a corner and bumped into a woman who dropped her books.
"Ooof! Oh! God! I'm so sorry! Let me help you!" she exclaimed.
Men in the shop who had been following her progress hit the jackpot. Chelsea forgot completely what she was wearing. She spread her legs wide and bent at the waist to gather the books the woman had dropped. Two of the boys already in the shop got a view of her bare ass as she stooped low and caught a glimpse of the tiny black strap covering her pucker.
"holy ...fuck!" one of them muttered.
Chelsea heard this and instantly stood stick straight. She quickly realized what she had just done. It was too much too close to real people. She helped the woman up to the cashier line and noticed the man running the register was staring at her and smiling too. She smiled back and noticed all the men in the shop were staring and smiling. The one woman in the shop, the woman she had bumped into, was paying and leaving. It was dark outside. Chelsea's clothes felt tighter than usual. She was nervous, but thrilled, she was having so much fun.
The older men eventually wandered away as she browsed through the shop. She would giggle and move on if one of them approached her. She kept noticing the guy at the front staring at her. He had a nice smile, she had the nagging feeling he thought she was stealing something, so she found the book she needed and carried it with her. "God this dress is tight!" she mumbled.
"It looks good though." A boy overheard and answered her. "You look really hot."
"Do I? Thanks." She smiled.
"I think girls look amazing when they take a little time with themselves. Girls at my school usually just pull on some baggy jeans and a sweatshirt and expect us to take notice." He grinned.
"Yyyyeah, well this is kind of a special outfit, I, um, I have a date later."
"Oh. Boyfriend huh?" he asked dejectedly.
"Mm-hm."
"I figured. I mean you really look so hot tonight I figured you must be... He's a lucky guy." His gaze fell to her chest then to her thighs. "Those stockings look nice."
"How do you know they're stockings?" she accused.
"Oh, um, you were, I glanced over while you were..."
"Uh huh! I thought that was you!" she smiled.
"god... I'm sorry."
"Holy ...fuck, huh? Such language!" she smiled at him, then she turned and walked over to a step stool and sat down. Opening up her book she planted her knees together and kept her thighs tightly closed. Her shoes were planted about two feet apart to give her a place to rest her book on her thighs in front of her. 'Not going to give these boys any more show tonight!' she thought to herself. 'Shit, my heart is pounding, gotta calm down.'
The three boys were standing in front of her smiling. They had watched her sit and were all three mesmerized at this sweet little thing who was flashing them her pussy in such a public manner.
"You mind if we sit with you?" one asked.
"Free country." She mumbled.
One boy went wide eyed at her words. He turned to his friend and whispered the words, "free-cunt-ry." and they both laughed.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"Nuh, nothing! Freedom, I like personal freedom."
"Mmm, hm. Look, why don't you all sit down, tell me your names." As they talked she knew they were trying to see her chest, so she held the book close and crossed her arms on her knees to hide her body from their view. She felt safe talking to them now that she wasn't showing too much of her body. She even felt a little turned on by their attentions. She noticed the shopkeeper staring at her again. He had a look in his eye again. She waved the book and lowered her arms. 'Oh hell let them look at my chest, what's the big deal anyway.' She lowered her arms. 'That's why I came in here wasn't it?'
Then it hit her; the whole day was about sex! She was wrapped up in clothes that made her feel sexy, made men stare and made them all feel the power of strong sexual attraction. It was just like one of her science formulas in school. The equation was leading up to something. It was leading to a reaction and a result. The result was her getting a big dick pushed into her.
"Oh, my!" The realization crashed over her. It thrilled her, filed her with power!She looked at these grinning, drooling boys. 'Holy shit. I'm out here looking to get some!' The concept made her giddy! The thing that made her so happy was that she WAS good at this. She DID look fantastic! These badly dressed boys shouldn't even think they had a chance with her! She could do better. As she looked up, the store manager was staring at her. 'Now HE has potential. Cute and a nice butt!' She laughed at her train of thought. She kept staring at him because he was staring at her and suddenly he was rubbing and squeezing his crotch. A grinding started low in her gut, something was heating up. 'I wonder what kind of...'
Before she could finish the thought she noticed a large bulge was down the front of his jeans and as he leaned back and smiled she saw something that took her breath momentarily. A large pink bulb peeked out over his waistband. Her eyes went wide, "Uhn..." She saw him turn and walk towards the front.
She heard him making the closing announcement and the boys grudgingly made their way out the front door. They had given her their cell phone numbers seeing as how she wouldn't give them her own.
She walked to the back of the store trying to catch her breath, thinking of the bulge and the tip she saw peeking out over the man's belt. She was smiling and reliving the scene. She closed her eyes remembering the feeling of the shower head between her legs. Glancing back and forth through the store she couldn't find anyone else. As she made her way back towards the front a row of lights went out. She heard the door lock and saw him at the front.
He was smiling at her, "Did you need to pay for that?"
"Um, yes! It's a book for school, is it too late?"
"Of course not. School? So you're a High School student are you?" he smirked as he killed most of the lights.
"Yeah, uh, yes, sir." She was glancing at the bulge again. It went off to the side and was a nice thick size. She couldn't help but stare. His jeans were tight and she could make out a lot. She thought about her scrubby handle back in the shower once more. The memory of her flat on her back with that handle in her hands thrusting against her pussy returned. "I, I heard this was a ...was a good place to shop so I drove up from the South Bay to see what..." He moved closer. "what things..." She watched as he circled her, his ass was nice too. "were like... up here."
He passed by her very closely and inhaled deeply. "Mmm, god you do smell nice." He smiled and faced away from her. He leaned forward and did something she couldn't see. She thought she heard a zipping sound. "So, you drove all the way up her to see ...how things were?"
"Yes, I... I..." she stopped talking as he turned around.
"Well what do you think?" he stood proudly displaying his cock as it hung out of his fly. The purple head throbbing and filling with blood as it climbed higher into the air.
"...whatareyoudoing?" she whispered. "whyareyou..."
"You said you heard this was a good place to shop, so what do you think? Anything strike your fancy?" He stepped forward. "Anything you can't live without?"
"Uhhh..." She was blushing.
"Come on Alice, you drove all this way on someone's say so. Don't tell me you're leaving empty handed." He moved closer and her breathing became ragged.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she nervously whispered.
"Me? You were the one sitting there flashing your sweet little pussy to the whole room.
Hearing someone else use the word made her grin, "I wasn't! I..."
"Alice... you sat on that bench legs spread showing off those garters and that sweet little black thong to the whole room. Did you not?"
She looked back at the stool she has been sitting on. "I did? I was? People could..." She looked down at the floor as her face blushed crimson.
He stepped closer. She gasped as she saw this big stiff dick so close to her body. All her strength seemed to flow out of her.
"Come on now. You're the one came in here looking for..." he stopped himself. "Who told you to come here?"
She couldn't look away from the large purple head inches from her belly. "Nuh, no one tuh, told me to come here, I just thought..."
"One things for sure, you are one sexy little thing." He touched her face and lifted her chin.
"Sexy?"
"Yes. You think you want to play, sexy thing? I gotta tell you, I think we could have some serious fun with this." He placed his cock in her hand. "What do you think?"
"Uhhngh..." her fingers closed around the warm flesh. "Who are you?" she whispered.
"I'm your cock. All your's." He pressed closer, his cock touching her body now.
"Muh... MY ...cock?" She stepped back enough to hold his dick with both hands. "my cock." She closed her eyes began squeezing the thick dick she held lovingly.
He swallowed hard as she squeezed. He was thrilled that she hadn't bolted like Lydia said she would. This lady was far to good, a dream come true in fact. "Wait, if you're going to stay let me just get a better look at you."
"Whu... where would I go?" she smiled.
He stepped back, she held tight to his dick. "You could always go back home. I'm not forcing you to stay." He grinned down at her and began lifting her dress.
She let go of the stiff dick as her dress peeled up her hips, revealing her stocking tops, garter and nearly bare pussy to his moaned approval. "My god..." he whispered.
Pulling the dress over her head she felt the air cooling the dampness between her legs.
"One last time, are you sure?" he asked.
She glazed over and whispered, "Mmmm, ye' yeah..."
He closed his mouth over hers and pressed his naked cock against her soft belly. Her hands went to his ass and pulled him tighter.
He picked her up and carried her towards the counter, marveling at the fact that she weighed nothing.
She instinctively wrapped her legs around him which pressed her barely covered pussy against his naked cock. She thrilled at the feel of his hands on her naked ass. Grinding her pussy against him she felt the trembling and excitement building within her. 'It's gonna happen Chels!' she smiled as she let herself get used to the idea. She felt his hard shaft nestled against her damp panty covered pussy. 'He's gonna fuck me. It's gonna happen ...right now!'
He set her down and sat down himself on a small armless wooden chair before her. His cock stuck straight up out of his lap. "Come closer."
She took his hand as he led her to sit facing him on his lap, his cock rising between them. She reached down and began squeezing it again. "Mmmm... my cock?"
"Oh yeah." He kissed his way up her neck, "Now... put it in baby." he hissed.
Her eyes went wide as she realized she had no clue what he would like her to do. She raised up and rubbed the tip of his cock against the black fabric covering her trimmed bush.
"Put it in." he repeated.
"Ooooh," She sighed. "here goes." She pulled the tiny black thong aside and pressed his cockhead into her wet virgin lips. "Am I, uhn, am I," she felt herself sliding down onto him, "doing this right?"
"Oh Alice, you're doing fine. Such a tight little pussy! Damn you're husband must not have much down there." He smiled.
Chelsea felt herself drifting far away from her body, 'Alice?', 'husband?' she wondered.
He pressed up into her but she held herself above him. "Sssstop. Stop teasing me Alice. I want to be inside you!" he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down.
"Aaaguh! Oh God, that hurt!" she was trembling.
"Shit! I'm sorry! Are you alright?" he let her sit down, fully encasing his cock.
"No, I... I heard that the first time was like this." She stared at their bodies, connected tightly. "You must've just, popped my cherry is all." She giggled. "I'll be fine."
She curled up tightly mashing her open mouth to his neck and began rocking back and forth feeling the depths he was reaching inside her with his dick.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! First time? Alice what are you talking about?"
Chelsea leaned back, "Why do you... why do you keep calling me Alice?"
Carl stared at her, watching her eyes slowly closing and opening as she rocked back and forth working her clit against him. She bit her lip and dropped her head back as he pulsed and bounced up into her. "I just like the name is all. Do you mind?"
"No... uhnnnn, Aaaigh! You call me... uhn, whatever!" sweat was forming on her forehead. She gasped for air. "Uuughn... aw gawd! OOOhhh! Oh!" she panted for breath, "Ohhh ye' yeaahhssssss..."
"Did you like that?" he asked.
She caught her breath, "ughnnn, you... you made me cum. I, this was, it's just I heard most girls don't cum their first time."
He wrapped his hands around her ass and stood, keeping her firmly on his dick.
"Ooooh! Oh, where are we going?"
"My turn. Just wrap you hands around my neck and hang on Sweet Alice." He began bouncing her as they walked towards the back of the shop. Leaning her against eh wall he sucked at her neck, "Don't worry, we're just," he turned the knob, "getting a little air is all."
"hey... hey, what are you doing?" she panicked as they stepped out into the back alley.
"This is my bike." He carefully mounted his motorcycle with her in place on his dick. "We're not going anywhere, love. I just like the open air is all."
She giggled softly and glanced around.
He watched her eyes widen and saw goosebumps begin to cover her skin. Her little nipples grew rock hard as he pulled her deeper onto his cock. "You like it out here?"
"Uhhn huh." She began bouncing on his dick.
"Sweet Alice you've got my dick so hard. I think I'm gonna cum in a bit. Do I need to... you know?"
"Whu' uhn, whut?"
"Do I need to pull out? Are you... Oh sweetie, tell me quick!"
"I'm... uhn...." She threw her head back and gripped the handlebars behind her thrusting her small tits upwards.
The sight of her post-virgin body on his cock bathed in the streetlights of the back alley were too much. "Ali' Alice!" He lifted her off his cock in time to spew a large ropy stream of cum onto her soft belly.
She looked down in time to see his thick cock spew another rush of cum splashing high up onto her tits and chin. "oooooh..." she giggled as she reached down and smeared the pearlescent puddles up onto her young tits. She saw the lust in his face and brought her cum smeared hand to her mouth. Her tongue slowly licked a large amount of cum off of her hand. "Mmmm, oh, just like champagne!" She scooped up another small puddle and sucked it into her mouth. "I can see why people like this stuff." She smiled and the streetlight caught the sheen of cum on her mouth.
Carl watched in fascination as he considered the young girl who claimed to have just given him her virginity. He felt his dick. It ached for more, so he slipped it back into her juicy cave. "You, ahem, you didn't say whether you were on birth control or not. I didn't want to risk it."
"Oh god that feels so good inside me." She leaned back against the instrument cluster and caressed her face as she felt him moving inside her again. Her hands left slick trails of cum on her cheeks. "If you knew my mother, you'd know I was on birth control from the day I had my first period. It's just that this is the first time I've ever really needed it!" she giggled again.
A cat hissed and darted away. Someone had turned into the alley. Headlights shone past Carl as a car pulled in behind them. Chelsea's body clamped tightly around Carl's dick as her anxiety shot up.
"Shh-shh-sh, its okay, just hang on." Carl started the bike and smiled down at the girl on his dick. "We'll just move on and come back. You just hang on to me little one."
Steadying the bike he kicked it into gear and they lurched forward, speeding down the alley.
Chelsea's legs wrapped tight around Carl and she clutched his neck and chest as the bike moved down the alley.
It was late, not a lot of traffic so it was easy to stay away from other drivers. Carl kept focused. The thought persisted that he had a possibly underage girl not only naked, not only on his cock but also covered in his cum. One cop and he faced much more than a ticket. While all this ran through his head he felt the steady gripping and releasing of the girls pussy. He listened to her moans and felt her lurching against him. He circled the block slowly. There were no cars out front so he felt safe pulling up in front of the shop.
"Okay, quickly let's get back inside."
"Mmm, but..." she looked miserable. "I'm so close."
"Inside!" he snapped at her.
She eased back off his cock. "Ohhhh-KAY." She stood defiantly in the lights of the parking lot next to her car one of her garters had popped and her stocking hung down her leg. She had her hands on her hips catching her breath. "Can I come in for a drink?"
"What?" He saw she was staring at his cock. It was dripping a bit from the frantic sex she had been giving him. "Oh, hell yes! Just get in here!"
"Goody!" She skipped past him.
The sight of this sexy creature in torn black stockings skipping past him like a schoolgirl made him horny again. "Lemme just lock the back door!"
As he went to the back she sauntered around the register station. She picked up a business card, "Carl Denny. Is that you?"She slipped the card into her book.
"So, um, do you need to get home soon?"
"Oh look, we got your cum all over your clothes, Carl." She dropped to her knees. Carl's dick was worn out, it began to droop in front of her face. "Oh, no more champagne? You don't want to play anymore? God that was so cool! I love your bike!" She stood and gripped him tight against her naked body, "I love SEX!" she growled and kissed him. "I love you!" she whispered.
Having an obviously underage girl in his shop after hours wearing only a garter and some torn stockings wanting more of his cum and telling him she loved him was too much for Carl's brain. His dick began pulsing back to life.
She felt it throbbing against her tummy. "Oh goody!" She dropped to her knees again. "I don't know how to do this, so..." She took his stiffening dick in her hands and guided it to her lips. Finding his dick still leaking thick droplets of cum she sucked and licked him clean, "Mmm, so good!" She kissed his head as it began to swell in her hands. "Whoa! I guess I'm doing this alright, huh?"
Carl leaned back against the countertop, "Uhhn, you're doing, you're doing just fine, Alice. Just like that. Just fuck me with those sexy, pretty lips."
No one had commented on her mouth like that before. She held the base of his cock and slowly pushed her head forward taking his cock slowly to the back of her throat then she would slowly back away, pulling her tight mouth off his throbbing meat. She saw he enjoyed what she was doing so repeated it over and over, slowly, working her tongue along his hard dick.
"Uhnnn, oh Alice," he hissed. "Did you like, uhn, being outside like that, letting people see. See what we were doing? Both of us risking getting caught?"
"Mmmmm-hmmmm!"
"I like that. I like... uhn, oh baby I'm gonna cum again. You ready?"
She sucked on his swollen head and giggled as a smaller amount of pearlescent cream oozed onto her lips and tongue. "Mmmm, baby! That's so good... so, so good." She rubbed his cock back and forth slowly across her sticky lips. Watching the scene caused another unexpected surge of cum to splash onto her cheeks and hair.
Falling back on her ass from the unexpected bonus she laughed and laughed. "Wow!" She tried to stand, "wow! Wow! WOW! After that I guess I should be getting home, now. What time is it anyway?" she scooped most of the cum off her face and into her mouth.
He reached down and took her hands to help her up. "It's late. -and I'm exhausted." He smiled. And hugged her close. "You need to clean up. I've got some towels around here somewhere..."
"Oh, just hand me my dress, it's a wreck anyway." She took the small blue garment and wiped off the cum she couldn't reach with her tongue. Looking at the dress in her hands she grew thoughtful.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. I think I just figured something out."
"I think we both figured out a lot tonight."
Chelsea began giggling so hard her small tits bounced. "No shit!"
"You gonna tell me your name? I'd really like to know who you really are."
"Uhh, just keep calling me Alice. -and I'll call you my White Rabbit." She drapped her dress over her shoulder and moved towards the door.
"Alice, huh. You know you aren't the 'Alice' I was expecting."
"Lucky me." She twisted the lock open.
"You, uh, you gonna get dressed 'Alice'?"
She glanced out at the empty parking lot. "At some point." She stepped outside, "Bye Bye, Bunny!"
Watching her walk away he leaned against the doorframe with his dick hanging out. Her small round ass framed by torn black stockings and garters caused him to stir. She glanced back over her shoulder at him as she reached her car. Smiling a wide open mouth smile she pulled her blue dress over her head, got in and drove away.
"That smile..." It reminded him of someone else. Walking back inside, he picked up her black thong and shoes. "Girls, always leaving their clothes on my floor."
Driving back through the pass Chelsea had to pull over at an overlook. She realized she was almost hyperventilating. "Calm down girl." She looked down at her torn stockings. "Ugh, sorry mom." She unclipped the garters and wiggled one leg free, then the other. Stepping out of the car she wandered over to a bench and trashcan situated to look out over the valley. She dropped the stockings into the bin and leaned over the back of the bench. The lights below were beautiful. She would always remember them as a celebration of the night she lost her cherry.
A sports car sped by bathing her in its headlights. Chelsea didn't think much about it until the car beeped repeatedly at her as it passed. She realized she had on no panties and her dress was bunched around her waist. She smiled knowing yet another guy had seen and approved of her naked ass. She hurried back to her car and started it up. She looked down at her spattered and stained dress. Pulling it up to inspect the stains she remembered the laundry this morning. "Champagne, Mom?"
She wondered if the stains on her mother's clothes came from her father or some other man. She expected those thoughts to disgust her, but instead she found herself giggling as she sped down the highway.
--more later!
Don't you just love these horny stories? They're fiction! Go out and behave yourself. People who act like this end up in a very bad way. Read away, it's harmless, but act like a responsible, real person and you'll get more and better sex! Leave the fiction on the page! ;)--RL
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