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[[Stories in the [Bad Luck] series are standalone and unconnected except by theme. They can be read in any order]]

I couldn’t believe I was about to act out one of my biggest fantasies. My bootie slippers caressed my feet pleasurably as I walked towards my friend’s house. She lived only a couple of blocks from me, so I’d decided to enjoy the cool night air rather than drive. I was also able to bask in the sensations of it slipping under the loose coat I wore. It extended halfway to my knees and the plush lining was luxurious against my skin. Which was good because other than my booties, it was the only thing I was wearing.

My excited nipples rubbing against the coat, sensations usually blunted by other layers, fueled my libido. I already feel my lips growing moist. I smiled as I passed various people on the way, it still being fairly early in the night. I fantasized about grabbing the hem and whipping the coat open, flashing them right there in the middle of the street. But I managed to contain myself. I would soon be on full display, just in a much more controlled environment. My friend knew I was a bit naughty, but would not expect something like this.

I am a relatively petite girl. My modest hips and chest barely attracted attention. But I had recently craved it. Maybe it was because my last relationship had ended so bad. After several years, they’d simply ended it and immediately moved on like we never mattered at all. It really struck my confidence, to the point where I hadn’t been able to work up the interest to even wade back into the dating pool. Tonight I was determined to be bold, brazen, even provocative. My friend had told me my crush would be there. I’d been thinking about him for weeks, trying not to be too overt as I stalked him on social media, constantly flirting and dropping hints. But he just didn’t seem to get it. He expressed interest but never made a move. Today I hoped to force his hand.

Arriving at my friend’s house, I stepped in and we shared a warm hug. All the more sensual by my barely dressed state. She offered to take my coat and I smiled broadly. Quickly pulling the zipper down, I shucked it off and handed over my only covering to her standing there boldly wearing just my slippers and a smile.

She laughed, a small twinkle in her eye the only hint at potential mischief. “Well, that’s certainly a stunning outfit bound to get you lots of attention. This wouldn’t be because a certain someone is here, would it?”

I put my hands on my hips, striking a pose. “Well, this is my best suit in my opinion.”

She snorted. “Your birthday suit? I suppose. Well come on you little hussy. Let’s get you the attention you obviously crave.” She tossed my coat with the others and pulled me into the main room. As people looked up and noticed me, conversation stopped. I’d never had so many eyes on me, especially when I was completely naked. Shame and arousal fought in my head before I finally resolved myself, standing proud, back straight, boobs out, my quickly hardening nipples the only true reveal that I was reveling in the attention. “Well girl, grab a drink and get to shaking that booty.” She gave me a smack on the ass, propelling me forward into the room, before turning back to answer the door again.

The din picked up as conversations resumed. But all around I could feel and see eyes following me. As I hatay escort said before rarely did I get checked out but being the only one naked in a room full of people emboldened them. The fact that I showed no embarrassment gave them permission to focus on me, inspecting all the parts I normally kept locked away as I was defenseless to stop them. Surprisingly it was all respectful, several women even giving me signs of encouragement perhaps wishing they’d been so bold as to bare it all. It bolstered my confidence, and my libido. My hands clenched at my sides, my desire to touch myself regardless of who watched increasing with my arousal.

Just then I felt a hand on my arm, turning to see my crush smiling broadly as his eyes devoured my body hungrily. He towered over me by a half a foot and was solidly built. Combined with my nudity, it amped up the power differential between us making me feel even more vulnerable. I rubbed my thighs together absentmindedly as I imagined him taking control, dropping his pants to his ankles before sitting down, then grabbing me by the waist and lifting me up only to pull me down and impale me on his cock. Just taking me before everyone there, having them watch as he used me for his pleasure. A toy to be used as he wished. I bit my lip, shaking off the fantasy as I tried to focus on what he was saying.

“Wow. This is so hot. What inspired you to do this?” His hands trailed softly down my sides, touching bare skin the whole way and only reminding me that I was completely unprotected. Instead of scaring me though, it made me desire more as my body responded to his touch. They finally rested on my behind, lightly groping it.

I set my shoulders again. Show confidence, get what I want. “You did. We’ve been flirting for weeks and yet you never make a move. So I figured if I left my inhibitions at the door, maybe you’d take the hint. So, are you going to ask me to dance or what?”

At first he seemed taken back by it all but then he just smiled again pulling me out into the little area cleared to dance. A fast, thumping number came on just as we started. I turned away from him, placing his hands on my hips, then spread my legs and pushed back against him grinding to the beat. I could feel him already getting hard as my ass rubbed against him. I closed my eyes and purred as his hands took full liberty, sliding up my stomach to cup my chest, fingers teasing my aching nipples. I simply pressed my ass back against his crotch, rubbing against the hardness I found there.

We danced through several songs. Sometimes facing away from him, my ass rubbing against him as he openly groped me. Sometimes facing him, my arms around his neck, grinding our crotches together as we made out. Me constantly finding ways to press my bare skin against him, enjoying the rough texture of his clothes against my nudity. His hands roaming my body freely in response, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. Eventually we decided to take a break and grabbed some drinks, cuddling in a corner with me in his lap. He slowly suckled on my nipples as his fingers toyed softly with my pussy as I squirmed and moaned shamelessly. It was all I could do not to throw caution to the wind and just mount him in front of everybody, letting them watch as he ravaged my body. The night had started to wind down and others had ığdır escort coupled off as well, many making out with some light groping. Other than the fact that he had full access to my body we didn’t stand out that much.

People slowly started to drift out until we were one of the last ones. As I walked to the door with my crush, my friend came up to me again with that twinkle. “I’m really sorry. It appears your coat is missing. If I find it I’ll let you know.” As she guided us out onto her front porch, the chill across my naked body waking me up to the fact that I was now outside of a controlled environment and instead exposed to the whole neighborhood, I had a sneaking suspicion that this bad luck might be deliberate. With a saucy wink she gave us a little wave, before shutting the door with a final click locking us out.

My crush apologized and started to unbutton his coat to offer it to me. As I stood there under the porch light in all my glory I realized I had a choice. It must have been the haze of arousal that caused me to do what I did next. Stopping his hands on his coat, I instead grabbed one and set off dragging him down the street as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Just free and nude in the night, my inhibitions as absent as my clothing.

A more chivalrous gentleman might have insisted on protecting my modesty. Or perhaps teasing him all night had emboldened him as he simply shrugged and set pace beside me. Thankfully it was now well past midnight, so the streets and sidewalks were empty. I set a path back towards my place, almost disappointed that my little show was going to end. At least until I spotted the local playground and with a smirk dragged him towards it.

I led us over to a bench devoid of cover and with a street light above like a spotlight for a stage. I confessed to him that I’d had another fantasy. I’d always wanted to be eaten out in public. I explained that unlike sex where often your partner’s body can provide cover or distraction when it’s just someone between your legs centered on your pleasure then you become the sole focus. I would be completely exposed, vulnerable, and distracted.

He seemed hesitant so I strutted over to the bench, kicking off my little booties to leave me truly completely bare, before sitting back with my arms along the back of the bench, feet lifted up onto the seat and spread obscenely wide. Nothing was left to the imagination. I had no cover, just throwing my final inhibitions aside and offering myself up to him and the world.

His demeanor changed as he stalked over, dropping down and offering me one final hungry look up before devouring my center. I gasped, my hands involuntarily going to the back of his head as if to hold on as he expertly guided my body through a crescendo of pleasure. He treated my pussy like a buffet, sampling all of it. Sucking on my clit, licking my slit, fingers expertly assisting his tongue all along the way. My eyes closed as I stopped caring about where I was or who might see my wanton display, focused solely on the touch of his mouth on my aching slit.

He teased me. Expertly guiding me close to the edge using my little cries of pleasure before moving his mouth and fingers away, letting the night air cool down the fire inside me. I whimpered in need, fingers desperately trying to pull him back to me before he’d ısparta escort finally relent and continue. After what felt like an hour of him teasing me he finally grabbed my ass aggressively, his tongue lashing at me. My back arched, toes curling into the bench, as I wailed in pleasure, uncaring who might hear and discover us. Lights flashed before my eyes as I came hard, shaking as he continued his assault before I finally had to push him away from my overstimulated pussy.

Panting, looking at him sultrily through my disheveled hair I stood up taking him with me. I quickly began undoing his belt, dragging his pants and underwear to the ground. As I was down there on my knees, the world around me disappeared and I focused only on my desire to worship his cock. Gripping the base I engulfed him with my mouth, bobbing quickly up and down as I took him deep into my throat. My eyes closed and I moaned in ecstasy of the taste of him in my mouth. Focusing, I listened carefully to his cries of contentment and the little twitches of his expertly serviced tool so I could tell when he was getting close. Pulling my mouth off I began to quickly tug on his overexcited member, pointing it at my face as I looked up at him desperately.

“Yeah, you notice me now. Your little shameless slut cavorting around the dance floor as she grinds against you. Letting you touch and tease her for everyone to watch. Then I don’t even cover up to go home, brazenly strutting through town where anyone can see me. Letting you eat me out under a spotlight, completely bare and wailing into the night to attract an audience. Don’t you want to mark your little slut, so everyone knows that while they can look only you are allowed to use her little body anyway you choose? Lead me home wearing only your seed, so everyone knows I’m yours?”

His eyes widened as I talked dirty to him, before his body stiffened and he threw his head back with a soft cry. It must have been awhile since he’d gotten off as several large spurts erupted all over me. I closed my eyes, moving him around like a hose to cover my face and chest. I’d never imagined doing something like this but the sudden idea just turned me on so much. I wanted to be his, owned, my only concerns being to worship his cock, bring him pleasure, and follow his orders. My modesty, pleasure, and body his to command.

After a few moments I slowly licked him clean and put his clothes back in order. Slipping my booties back on I stood smiling at him, arms out wide and legs spread. “What do you think?”

I must have presented quite a sight. Cum all over my face and chest. Body flush and nipples excited. Wearing nothing but little bootie slippers that highlighted my nudity rather than hid it. “You know there’s a corner store right by my house. Maybe you should take me over there and I can jill myself for an audience, teasing them further with what is yours before you drag me home to ravish me?”

“I think that might be too much and you might not be thinking clearly. Let’s get you home before you get in some real trouble. Then I can spend the rest of the weekend keeping you bare as I use your body as I please. I can think of a number of ways to give you the exposure you crave. Don’t worry, by Monday you’ll have relinquished any claims to modesty forever. You’ll be my uninhibited, bare, submissive little pet.”

Tingles ran down my spine as I shivered in desire. “Yes please. Whatever you want sir.” Who knew a bit of confidence and a dose of bad luck would get me exactly what I needed.

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