Controlled in the Market (2 page)

Too
easily.

At
first, she attributed it to just adjusting to balancing in the heels,
her hips shifting to keep her from falling. It was obvious though
that she was swinging her rear a bit more than was called for, each
step a seductive stroll across the ground. It made her feel sexy, and
her concern over her odd movement was blooming with the insistent,
sudden blossom of heat in her lower belly.

Rubbing
a palm across the back of her neck, she tried to blame the sun, to
rationalize it as just the weather hitting her tired form. Each
movement she made, every little clop of a heel, it all seemed to be
creating a strange sensation between her thighs that was clearly not
related to the summer.

Jenna
wrinkled her brow, pausing a moment beside a display of watermelons.
The owner tried to speak to her, and she waved him aside, almost rude
in her focus. Her heart was pulsing, her skin tingling. Something was
wrong, that much was clear, but she couldn't make sense of it.

On
wobbling legs, she took a few more strides, knowing instantly that it
seemed to correlate with the rubbing caress on her lower half.
Impossibly, walking was creating a feeling like something was
brushing over her quim, sliding over those plump lips and increasing
her desire rapidly.

Her
mouth parted, and she licked it uneasily. 'Why am I getting turned
on, is it just the heels making me feel sexy, or something like
that?'

Swallowing
nervously, she decided she needed to get home.

Initially,
she planned to walk faster, thinking speed was key. However, her plan
was turning against her, and her quickness was simultaneously
building the rush of desire, the coil of hunger shooting down to her
pussy. Wetness was noticeably sliding along her skin with each swing
of her hips, and Jenna was reaching a realization that she might be
in trouble. The market was bustling, people swarming around and
chatting nearby; People that watched everything, including her, and
for once she resented her attractive looks.

One
foot in front of the other, down the pier, a yearning tug
corresponding along the slippery front of her panties. She almost
squeaked when it felt like the garment itself was sucking, squeezing
over the swelling button of her clit.

'I'm
going to come in front of everyone, oh god, I need to get out of
here.'

The
stairs that lead down to the beach loomed ahead, and she thought, if
she could only get there, she might make it out of this before it was
too late.

As
she took a final stride, someone behind a counter grabbed her arm, a
gentle gesture that was meant to bring in a customer to view some
wares. The warmth of skin, the abrupt grip, it was all too much.

Jenna
trembled, squeezed her eyes shut, and came on the spot.

Buckling
over, her whole being seemed to shiver, her muscles tensing as the
ripples of pleasure shot down to her core. The vibrating warmth
spread, her nipples hard and sliding across the material of her bra.
Bent over the counter, with the merchant gasping and asking if she
was alright, the brunette felt the liquid of her juice sliding from
her twitching pussy, the wetness gliding down the inside of her
thighs.

It
took her sometime to calm down enough to speak, her cheeks bright as
beets and her eyes glazed. With deep humiliation she turned to the
shop keeper, waving a shaking hand and offering fragile, weak words,
all the while aware of her walls clenching in after shocks of
pleasure. “Oh, uh, I'm... I'm fine, really...”

The
man frowned, patting her shoulder and looking concerned. “Low
blood sugar, right? Here, take this, it'll help.” He reached
over the counter and handed her a small bag before she could react
enough to argue, and she saw it was a clump of bananas.

“
Oh,
no, I couldn't...”

“
I
won't take no for an answer. Take them, go on.”

Jenna
was too lost, too ashamed and dazed to fight the offering.
Swallowing, she looked away quickly while giving a weak smile, her
legs feeling like jelly as she moved once more for the stairs ahead.
Clutching both her bags now, the dark haired girl listened to her
heart, trying to make sense of this situation. 'Did I really just do
that? What's wrong with me?'

Gripping
the railing, she descended down towards the sand below, planning to
use the shadow of the docks to take a short cut back to her
apartment. Jenna knew it would be quieter here, perhaps even empty,
since no one walked under the pier; Most used the sunny beach or
black top.

Thus,
when she rounded the bend and looked up at her destination, she was
baffled by the group of young men who were reclining in the shadows.
They seemed her age, or close, a trio who looked bored and simply
trying to escape the harsh sun. Leaning against what appeared to be a
forgotten, unused bike rack, they glanced up at the sight of her, and
she tried to calm her features, to control her breathing and look
less of a mess.

One
of them smiled, a sly curl of their mouth, and she felt a spark of
fear and, irritatingly, arousal.

Shivering,
she stood straight, bags in her hands and heels stepping unsecured in
the shifting sand. The distance past them seemed to stretch forever,
and she hoped, as she moved within a few feet of them, that her
body's apparent insistence to swing her round ass and the shape of
her firm nipples through her dress wouldn't draw their attention.

It
was a futile wish.

“
Hey
there, cutie,” one of the men called out, his green eyes
glinting in his sharp face. “Come here a sec.”

Jenna
had a basic plan, a simple goal to just push on ahead and ignore
them. Astoundingly, her being seemed to argue with her wants. At the
man's request, she paused, turning to change course and head towards
the group. Her face registered her shock, while at the same time, her
lower belly throbbed with a new spark of desire.

The
men seemed shocked, but they sat up around the bike rack, smiling
wide, their grins hinting at a wild sort of hunger. The one who had
spoke first looked her up and down, a slow motion of appreciation as
she came to stand within a few feet. “Well, hello there,
sweety. I'm Jim, what's your name?”

“
Jenna,”
she blurted, then bit her lower lip. 'Why am I answering him?' Her
heart was pounding with a surge of anxiety, all the while, she was
acutely aware of the pooling sticky mess in her panties.

The
man who called himself Jim tilted his head, gesturing to the other
two behind him. “That big guy is Phil, and this is Travis. What
brings you out today, babe?”

Her
eyes ran over the trio, plush lips parting unbidden, and she was
beginning to truly become concerned with how she was placidly acting.
“I needed to get groceries.” Lifting the bag of fruit,
she frowned mildly when Jim took it, opening it with his buddies. The
yellow bananas were pulled free, and the blonde one, Travis,
snickered.

“
Bananas?
Nice.”

Jim
chuckled, but his eyes were full of intrigue, not humor. He waved a
hand, motioning her closer. “Come have a seat with us, babe.”

The
brunette looked from the green eyed man, to the bike rack, and she
stepped forward. Jenna had planned to, at most, lean on the metal
device like they all were. However, it seemed her body had other
ideas. To her horror, and the clear surprise of the gathering, she
placed her palms on the long, cool pole. Easily, she lifted a knee,
sliding her leg over until she was straddling the bike rack. The
steel was pressed up, intimately, against the damp slit of her
panties, her thighs cradling it tight like a witch on a broom.

Jim
lifted his brows, and Phil dropped his jaw. Travis, however, scrubbed
a hand through his hair and laughed.

“
What
the hell, really?”

“
I
told you, the guy said those panties would make her do some crazy
things, we just have to want it.”

Jenna
stared, trying to make sense of what was happening. Her pussy was
squished delightfully up against the bar, and it was proving
difficult to not just grind herself against it. Panting, she looked
at Jim, trying to click his words into place. Her eyes lit up
slightly when he mentioned the panties, and the knowledge that they
were somehow playing a part in her odd actions made so much sense.

The
dark haired man smirked at her, seeing her eyes flickering with
clarity. “Yeah, you get it now, I think. Okay, you can talk
openly, sweety. But keep it low, no shouting.”

Like
that, her words returned, her ability to do more than just answer the
strangers. Inhaling sharply, her voice was quiet, but seething. “What
is going
on
, what's
happening?
”

The
group laughed once more, and she jerked in surprise when she felt the
large hand on her lower back. Unable to get up from the pole, she
turned her head to spot Phil. “It'll sound crazy if we tell
you.”

“
We
should tell her anyway.” Travis leaned in, kneeling down and
lifting up her dress. The bright pink panties were revealed, the
nectar of her arousal slick on the metal and around her thighs, the
material dark with it. The exposure made Jenna flush from head to
toe, and she murmured in distress.

“
Stop
that, don't look!”

Despite
her complaints, another burst of passion danced through her core,
making her tremble and moan. Jim leaned in, studying her face, a hand
reaching out to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I
don't want to tell her yet. Jenna, rub yourself off on this bike rack
for us, okay honey?”

“
N-no,
no, I won't, that's ridiculous to even... ask...”

Those
full hips began to rock, her figure grinding her pussy firmly into
the pole, the surface so wet with her juices that they dripped to the
sand below. Her face twisted in disbelief, an expression that battled
with the throes of pleasure. It was astounding how amazing it all
felt, and even more amazing that she was doing this at all. Her body
was her enemy, her hunger and lust so high, and she could do nothing
but what the stranger asked. Eagerly, audibly, her slick nethers
rubbed across the rack, over and over, her breathing loud and raspy.

As
her climax grew close, she knew she couldn't stop it. The hands of
the men brushed over her, Travis on her legs, Phil over her round
ass. All the while, Jim held her jaw, peering into her face as she
drove herself closer to the edge.

As
if impatient, he spoke, those words a sharp command in a husky tone.

“
Come,
Jenna. Come right now.”

Without
a blink, she did; Her gasp was a whisper under his former wish for
her not to shout, her back arching and skin flushing as the orgasm
took over. Every inch of her seemed on fire, and she thought,
somehow, that the metal pole seemed to sink deeper into her slit
where she sat somehow.

Quivering,
she was dimly aware that the group was chuckling, her humiliation
sharp and bitter.

“
Good
girl, that was nice.” Jim patted her cheek, and when he let her
go, she hunched forward, chest rising in her deep breath. She wanted
to find some fragment of control in this, but it was lost when she
noticed something else had changed.

Blearily,
she looked down, gawking in despair at the sight before her. Where
the bright pink panties once rested on the rack, now only her bare
pussy seemed to exist. Smooth, slick, the underwear had simply
vanished. “I... what, how?”

“
It
really worked,” Phil hushed, moving around and leaning in far
too close to her nethers. Her button was swollen, her slit a bright,
wild pink that rivaled the color the panties had been.

“
S-stop,
don't look, please...”

Jim
smirked, scratching his cheek and watching her with interest. “You
don't like us looking? But Jenna, you're
soaked
, how can you
expect us to think you don't like this. You
love
being
watched, don't you?”