Indecent Exposure (Rude Awakenings) (2 page)

They left it at that and she headed along the
cinema. The other two girls spent the rest of the journey jealously quizzing
her about Rob. Indeed, it was hard to concentrate on the frothy chick-flick
after that, as her mind kept drifting back to him
‘…well him and his big telescope actually …
’ she sniggered to
herself.

Next morning dawned sunny. Sarah was up nice
and early for once, luxuriating in a long shower and then taking time over her
hair
‘…hmmm s’pose I need to feel extra
confident and sexy this morning…
’ before a leisurely breakfast in her
dressing gown. By ten, the day had warmed up enough to sit outside. Her patch
of regular sunlight beckoned. She had already spent awhile thinking about
exactly what to wear, so went upstairs to her dressing room. She deliberately
left the blinds shut
‘…show’s not started
yet…’
as she got into a little black bikini and a loose fitting white
cotton blouse ‘…no need to button up the front …’. A floppy sun-hat and
completed the outfit.

On her way through the kitchen she picked up
her sunglasses, sun-lotion and a celeb-spotting magazine
‘…nearly ready…
’ along with a long glass of iced orange juice. She
paused a moment
‘…now the fun starts…
’
and then went on out to the yard. Putting her stuff down on a little table, she
repositioned her lounger so it was facing more towards the street. Looking up,
she was sure she could see movement through Rob’s window. It was enough to give
her the slightly edgy feeling she remembered from her acting by the pool in
Spain
‘…and the best fucking I ever had
in my life…
’

‘…Oh well. Gotta start
somehow…
’ She sat
down and got comfortable, picking up her magazine. Trashy as it was, she still
found herself staring only vaguely at the vacant beauties on show. Her mind was
firmly fixed on her possible audience. ‘…
Wonder
if he is there…what he can see of me…what he is thinking about right now…some
absolutely disgusting fantasy I hope…
’ She pictured him staring intently
through his telescope, focusing it on her body as she lay there. She tried to
imagine exactly how she would appear to him. She had angled herself so he
wouldn’t be able to see straight up between her legs ‘
…Well, not yet anyway
…’
but was looking at her from slightly to one side.

‘…Soooo…Here I
am, completely private and hidden from the road … and of course, I don’t know
anything about you watching me now, do I …and…well…what happens next…?’

She reached for the sun-lotion. ‘
…No harm in
practising sun-safe prick-teasing now is there…?
’ and applied a generous
smear to one shapely leg. Taking her time, she then ran her palms down through
the oily liquid and started rolling them around her calf and shin. Pulling her
leg up and back to her chest let her reach down as far as her ankle and foot.
Unexpectedly, the pull of sheer nylon stretching over her dormant sex also gave
her a first excited little tingle ‘…
Mmm…this is exactly how I would like a
man to bend my legs back… just… like… that…’

Straightening her leg she applied another big
dollop of the lotion. This time she stroked her hands around her thigh,
smoothing it in higher and higher. She paid particular attention to the most
sensitive area, up close to the bottom of her swimsuit. Here she massaged her
fingers right up against the edge of the material, enjoying the anticipation it
aroused within her. Reluctantly she fought the temptation to explore further
still, contenting herself with a leisurely repeat of the entire process with
the other leg.

This left her sun-lotioning efforts halfway
there and her state of arousal in a similar condition.

‘Bit overdressed now…
’she shucked off her blouse and
dropped it next to the lounger.
‘…Hope you are enjoying the view Rob …
’
Her arms were soon well coated, so she dropped a big splodge of crème on her
belly. That felt really good, spreading the gooey liquid around
‘…feels like
someone’s come on my stomach…
’allowing her fingers to push down from her
mound and tantalise nearly to the top of her increasingly wetted crack. ‘
…Would
be better if he was doing it himself but I suppose watching me do it isn’t too
bad….
’

This left only her upper body and shoulders to
do.
‘…This is where I could really use a man…have to do the best I can I
guess…Will have to go topless of course…Why not, its not as if anyone can see
me…
’ she sniggered a little at the thought. Reaching round behind her back,
she undid the clasp and shook her chest, letting her heavy bosom spill out of
the retaining triangles of the bikini top.
‘…Now then, get a load of those
beauties…how’d you like to be rubbing something into them…
’ Nipples already
at full poke just thinking of how her undressing would be affecting her
watcher; she then proceeded to rub lotion slowly into every exposed inch of her
body.

Task finished, she turned attention more
to her now extra-sensitive breasts, cupping and rolling them around in her
palms. The response from her hardened nubs became more difficult to ignore as
she pleasured them gently between her fingers. Eventually she gave up any
pretence of doing anything other than gratifying her increasing excitement. She
relaxed right back on the lounger, eyes closed, letting her imagination drive
her desire.

‘…He can
see me so clearly, almost as if they were next to me…Mmmm now there’s a happy
thought, him standing over my uncovered body, a big, solid hard-on in his
pants…’
she felt a
sudden, involuntary shiver of delight at the idea
‘…I can’t move, entirely
powerless as he revels in my vulnerable nakedness, clawing out his erection to
further fuel his crude lust …He touches me at last…but only with his
cock…starting gently, allowing it to first draw a possessive trail of desire
across my stomach, then filthy, carnal shapes around my nipples…’

By this time Sarah had slid a couple of fingers
down into her eager slit and had settled into a perfect rhythm of tight circles
on her aroused stub. Gradually her hand speeded up and increased its pressure.
This caused her to be more aware of the restriction caused by her last shred of
clothing. Irritated, she paused her enjoyment to pull down the flimsy material,
casting it casually away. Spreading herself open with one hand, she resumed her
play with the other.

‘…My eyes are
now squeezed shut. Paralysed, I hear a second man approaching my side. As one
continues to enjoy my breasts, the new arrival draws his prick upwards, along
the line of my throat.
 
For a while, he
seems content to trace controlling patterns on my face and I sense the
slightest escape of cum from his straining cock onto my cheeks and brow.
Forceful now, he twines a hand into my long blond hair. Holding my head
forward, he forces open my lips and I taste the whole length of him as he fills
my mouth. I can hear their breath, increasingly harsh and laboured as a brutish
hunger takes hold. There is no discussion, but their movements now seem
choreographed…’

Now Sarah was totally lost in her erotic
daydream, indifferent as to how she must now look to her audience. All her
attention was focused on the sensations radiating from her feverishly impatient
core.

‘… Finally my
first possessor moves, sliding his lust down along my belly. He withdraws
slightly and then roughly pulls apart my legs. I am helpless to resist. He
moves in between them, manoeuvring me so that a foot goes over each shoulder,
leaving me opened wide for his enjoyment. He thrusts his cock up against the
trembling lips of my pussy. Teasing, he rubs its throbbing head around my
delicate pink flesh, spreading its scandalously wet arousal. Then…slowly…too
slowly… it forces its way into me…I endure the unhurried delight of his
progress until at last it is completely buried in me. He hangs there for an
eternity, then withdraws at the same deliberate speed…repeating the action
again and again, getting faster and harder with each stroke...

Increasingly
excited, I feel overwhelmed but still desperate for more. I moan and sob as
they become more demanding, relentlessly driving into my writhing body. My head
is filled now only with the choking sounds of my own wanton delight. After a
blurred eternity their intense pace slackens a little, as if they are trying to
prolong their experience of my body. They caress me almost gently, stroking my
buttocks, my breasts and my hair, taking pleasure in my willing submission.
This change of pace only inflames me further and compels me to act even more
shamelessly.

I spread my
legs wider and arch my back, pressing myself full against the man satiating my
pussy. At the same time I open my mouth wider, tipping back my head to allow
his accomplice to push further into my throat. I don’t care how I appear to
them now, only interested in gratifying my own wicked pleasure. Gradually they
speed up again, becoming more urgent, roughly thrusting themselves into me.
Their brutish grunts become louder and more urgent as they near release.
Finally they climax loudly, filling me to overflowing, dragging me down with
them into a depraved rapture…’

The vision of being taken in such a way was
suddenly too much for Sarah. Inadvertently gasping out loud, she bucked and
heaved before plunging into shattering euphoria. Body contorted in ecstasy, she
was only faintly aware of herself convulsing and then soaking her fingers with
warm juices. Overwhelmed by the breaking waves of her orgasm, she finally
subsided, sinking back totally spent.

‘…Wow…WOW!…Now that’s what I call … a proper
fantasy…never dreamed about being taken by two men before…’
She felt more than a little
surprised, as she had certainly never come close to that sort of intensity by
herself.
‘…I suppose a lot of it must be down to the feeling of being
watched …it got me going alright anyway
…hope
the dumb cluck is driven to distraction by now…
’ she sniggered at the image
of Rob squinting through the eyepiece frantically pulling himself off
‘…Wonder if he managed to get a happy ending
out of that… maybe he’ll have to revert to a bit of old-fashioned internet porn
just to finish himself off later…Mind you, men that young usually have the
opposite problem…Bet he squirted his load when I took my top off…
’

On that happy note she headed upstairs to rinse
off the sun-crème and freshen up. ‘
…Don’t
want to spoil him with a second performance though…
’ The blinds in her
dressing room remained resolutely down for the time being. After her shower,
she rubbed herself dry, deciding then to stay wrapped up in the giant white
towel for a while. There was a battered but very comfortable sofa in her room
that was perfect for lounging around. A nice big ice-cold spritzer and her
magazine would help pass a leisurely post performance hour or two.

Ten minutes later she was already bored of the
meaningless drivel that passed for celebrity news and found her mind drifting
back to the morning’s show.
‘…Good start temptress, maybe I need to do
something else soonish though…something to entice little Goldilocks-over-the
road even more…
’ She remembered the laptop that needed looking at.
‘…So…how
about letting him look at more than some dull old network card…’
She
remembered how a while back she had got one of the photographers that she used
in her studio to help her with a surprise present for Jack.

Already good at working with models in fashion
shoots, her friend Lizzie had been more than willing to take on some glamour
shots. She remembered a few glasses of sparkling wine each followed by an awful
lot of giggling.
‘…Well…glamour is one way of putting it… It started off like
a Victoria’s Secret catalogue … and didn’t finish too far short of Playboy. She
did get me looking luscious enough to eat whole though…
’

The results had been burned onto a CD for Jack
to take with him and open on the next business trip away.
‘…Yeah…still
remember that phone call alright… he was nearly cross-eyed with lust and
frustration…and as for the home-coming …
’ she smirked dirtily at the
memory. Anyway he had long since copied the pictures onto his own laptop,
leaving the CD at home somewhere.

Suddenly energised, she hunted around in some
of the likelier spots in the house for the missing disk. Before long she had it
found and slotted into her laptop.
‘…Yup…copy to…lets see now…new folder
called Private Pics…under My Pictures…perfect…any bit of curious exploration
will definitely land him there…only a pity he didn’t have them to finish
himself off this morning …
’ She spent a while examining the pictures herself,
surprised to see how little she had aged since and delighted with just how
desirable she could look.

There were a couple of shots in particular that
were absolutely stunning. They were probably taken in the middle of the set ‘
I
look pretty well warmed up and into it but there’s still a bit of flimsy silk
preserving some modesty…
’Lizzie had caught her on her hands and knees
looking directly up at the camera
‘…These are really going to blow his
mind…mmmm, maybe just blow him…taste him…would like to anyway…
’