Flirty Skirt

Chapter 1 (M/f, exhibitionism)

When you think about it, it was the skirt's fault.

You could say it was my fault, since I picked it out in the
store.  And it was my fault that I wore it.  And it was
definitely my fault that all I had on underneath were little
thong panties.

But the rest?  I still say it was the skirt's fault.

I suppose Daddy could have NOT bought it for me, but can you
blame him?  Since it was just him and me most of the time (Momma
travelled a lot for her work), he directed most of his love and
affection towards his only child. As a result, I got spoiled
rotten.  If I wanted it, all I had to do was ask.  Sometimes I
had to beg a little, but one look into my sweet blue eyes and he
would surrender.

I wasn't a completely spoiled brat.  I knew how lucky I was that
I had a Daddy who would buy me whatever my little heart desired,
and so I tried not to take advantage of that.  Daddy worked hard
for his money, and it wouldn't be right for him to spend it all
on me.  Sure, we went shopping a lot, but we never bought a whole
lot at once.  A t-shirt one trip, maybe some flip-flops a few
weeks later; I tried to keep things small and simple.

But when I saw that skirt, I just had to have it.  I instantly
saw how well it would go with a lot of my summery clothes.  Sure,
it was a bit short - but I kinda liked that.  It was a little
daring, but since I'd just spent a few months in track, I wanted
to show off my legs, which had gotten very lean and tan.

I ran into the store and immediately started pawing through the
racks.  Daddy followed me, a little bemused but used to shopping
with a teenaged daughter.  I found one that was my size and ran
up to show him.

"Is that what you were all excited about, Kristi?" he asked,
looking a little doubtfully at the skirt.  "I dunno, it looks
little small."

"Let me try it on first, Daddy," I replied, already moving over
to the fitting rooms.  "I'm sure you'll change your mind when you
see it on me."

"Okay, hon," said a pretty resigned Daddy, who had moved over to
the chairs next to the fitting area.

Inside the mirrored booth, I stripped off my jeans and slipped on
the skirt.  "Whoa!" I thought, "it IS a little small."  It was
cut low on the hips and fit snugly to just below my butt.  Below
the cheeks, it flared widely for a scant two inches and was
simply no more.  It was a made out of a thin white stretchy
material that would leave a VERY visible panty line - I was glad
I'd thrown on my one and only thong that morning; I'd have to buy
more of them if I got the skirt.  I twirled a little and the
skirt flipped up, showing my tight little butt.  "Not much room
to bend over," I thought, trying it out.  "This might be a tough
sell."  I tossed my blonde curly hair around and turned this way
and that, trying to make up my mind.  The way the skirt made my
bellyshirt even sexier convinced me that it was worth a try.

Daddy's eyes nearly popped out when I exited the fitting booth. 
"Um, Kitten?" he almost stammered.  He cleared his throat as I
twirled (very slowly) around for him.  "Kitten? Your momma will
shoot me if she sees you in that."

I pouted and struck another pose for him.  "Don't you like it,
Daddy?"

He raised an eyebrow at me, managing to look at me straight in
the face for a moment before dropping his gaze to the hemline
again.  "It's not a question of like or dislike, sweetie," he
said.  "It's a question of how your mother will kill me if she
finds out I bought her thirteen-year-old daughter this thing."

I dropped onto his lap and put my freckled nose on his.  I looked
straight into his baby blues (he was my daddy, all right!) and
whispered, "Then I absolutely promise that she'll never, ever
find out about it.  Swear on a whole stack of secrets."

He stared at me for a few seconds, then sighed and kissed my
nose.  "Okay, Kristi.  As long as she never sees it."  He paused,
then smirked.  "Especially if you're in it."

I gave him a big hug, thanked him with kisses, and then tore off
for the dressing room.  I changed first, then informed him that
I'd need some new underwear, too.


***


Momma left for Singapore the next week, which meant two things: 
Daddy could have Poker Night at our place and I could wear my new
skirt openly.  I was excited about the latter - I had a movie
date with my best friend Jenny and I wanted to show her the
skirt.  I agonized over the ensemble for the day - I wanted to
look perfect so that Jenny would get a little jealous (ah, the
games girls play!).  After trying on and discarding a couple of
combinations, I settled on a pink cami with spaghetti straps, a
gold belly chain, a white thong from Vicky's, a little sparkly
anklet, and white wedge flip-flops.  The cami came down to just
above my belly button and fit snugly; after deliberating in the
mirror, I decided that I could probably get away without a bra. 
The look was perfect - the top hugged my budding B-cup breasts
and offset my long blonde curls; the skirt showed off my smooth
tan legs; and the wedges gave my butt just a little lift.

Daddy was working from home that day, and he raised an eyebrow
when I flounced in to remind him that he promised to take me to
meet Jenny at the mall.  He mumbled a few words about my outfit
but didn't put up a fight; he knew that he was a pat of butter in
my hands.  For his troubles, he got a great big hug and a kiss on
the cheek before I jumped out of the car.

The mall was unusually quiet for a summer weekday.  The Fourth of
July had fallen in the middle of the week, so most of the town
had taken off for an extended holiday down by the shore.  I
wandered around for a bit, floating from store to store, waiting
for Jenny to call me and tell me she'd arrived.  There were a few
guys my age floating around, and they stared but didn't really
come to talk to me.  They made little comments to each other when
I passed, but I ignored them - I'd decided that dorky teenaged
boys were beneath my interest earlier that year.

In the bookstore, though, I noticed a guy in a business suit
looking at me.  He was flipping through the magazines when I
sauntered in and peeked at the latest Cosmo.  He seemed a little
older than my dad but looked like he took care of himself, very
tall and trim in dark linen.  I took stock of him and would have
dismissed him from my mind except he kept staring at me. 
Everytime I glanced over, he was looking at me with an
appreciative and appraising look in his eye.  It was a little
unnerving but not uncomfortable because he wasn't quite gawking.
I found that I liked it and so kept rifling through the mags,
lingering a bit near my admirer.

I was edging nearer to him, not sure what I was doing, when my
phone rang.  It was Jenny, and as I answered her call, I left the
bookstore and headed towards the theater.

"Hey Kristi, sorry but I can't make it," she said apologetically.

"Oh no!  I'm already at the mall!"  I replied.

"Shit!  My stupid aunt came over suddenly and I can't go out
now," she explained.

"Well, I guess I can see the movie by myself," I complained.  We
exchanged a few pleasantries and promised to call each other
later that night.

As I moved to put my phone back in my purse, my wallet fell out.
Forgetting what I was wearing, I bent over at the waist and
picked it up.  As I straightened up, the reflection in a store
window showed me that my admirer from the bookstore was a few
yards behind me.  I had undoubtedly flashed him a view of my
butt, which was not-quite-covered by the mesh thong I was
wearing.  I turned around and saw he was looking straight at me.
He smiled and winked; I blushed furiously and hurried along to
the movie theater.

I bought my ticket and entered the cool darkness of the theater,
where the previews had just begun.  There were a few old people
sitting near the front, so I sat in the center of the back row. 
Besides the old people, I was alone the theater.  I leaned back
and closed my eyes, still a little mortified at having flashed
that guy in the bookstore.  A little flush returned when I
replayed the incident in my head.  It wasn't that I didn't want
him to look; in fact, I rather liked him looking at me, liked
that little wink he had tipped me, and loved the rush I got from
knowing that he had seen my tight little butt.  I wished I had
known what to say to him, that I had done something other than
run away like a scared little girl.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

I jumped a little, startled at the interruption of my thoughts. 
My bookstore guy was standing next to me!  His eyes twinkled as
he smiled, and he positively towered over me.  He stood next to
me in an almost-empty theater and my mind stuttered for a second.
 I must not have looked too startled because he sat down next to
me.

"I travel a lot for work," he commented almost absently, looking
at me with kind eyes.  "I go to a lot of movies to kill time
between flights and meetings."  His eyes rested on mine, darted
downwards for an instant, and then back up to the eyes.  "Do you
often come to movies by yourself?"

I told him no, that my friend had canceled on me, and that I
really wanted to see the movie.  He asked if he could keep me
company, and I stammered a little bit, finally getting out "Yes"
and earning a smile that was so charming that I melted a little.

The lights dimmed down, and the previews started.  We watched
them silently, my mind reeling a bit.  As the first one drew to a
close, I glanced over at my companion.  He wasn't watching the
preview but was instead looking at me.  Our eyes met, and I
looked back at the screen, quickly, caught and not knowing what
to do about it.  He leaned over and whispered into my ear, "I
like looking at you."

I didn't respond.  My eyes were locked on the screen.  He
chuckled and whispered, "And you like me looking at you.  If you
didn't, you wouldn't still be sitting here."

It was true.  I knew it.  I just didn't know what to do about it.

The movie started.  As the titles came on screen, I glanced back
over at him again.  He was still looking at me.  I looked back at
the screen.

He leaned in.  "I liked what I saw earlier.  You know that skirt
doesn't cover a whole lot."

My heart pounded, and I licked my dry lips.

A pause.  I felt his hot breath on my ear as he breathed, "I
would very much like to see that again."

My breath came in short gasps.  I couldn't think.  All I knew is
that my body was flushed with an excitement I'd only recently
begun to be aware of.  I realized that my nipples were hard, but
the theater wasn't that cold.

More hot breath in my ear.  "I think you dropped something over
there.  Why don't you pick it up?"

I knew what he was asking.  It made me frightened and nervous and
hot all at the same time.  I thought about him looking at me
bending over and felt a slight shock as I realized: I wanted him
to see me like that again.

Slowly, in the darkness of the theater, I stood up, turned away
from my admirer, and bent over at the waist.  I felt the hem of
my skirt ride up the backs of my thighs as I slowly "searched"
for what I had dropped.  I felt his eyes on my legs, my ass, and
my tiny little thong-covered pussy, and for the first time in my
life, felt the need for someone else to touch me.

He leaned in for a closer look.  I knew because I felt his breath
on the backs of my thighs.  He blew on my legs, and I shivered. 
I heard a sniff - one, two, three - and then heard him sit back
into his seat.  I straightened up and sat back down.  I kept my
eyes on the screen but didn't see a thing.

He leaned over.  "I can smell you," he breathed.  "I can smell
how wet you are."

My little thong was drenched.  I knew what that meant.  It had
never happened before, but it was happening now.  This handsome,
commanding older man was making me horny, and my panties were
soaked through because of it.

Another whisper.  "Oops.  You're so clumsy."

This time, when I stood up, I turned my head and looked at him. 
His eyes locked onto mine, and they twinkled with experience and
knowledge.  He knew that I was going to do what he wanted because
that was what I wanted, too.

He beckoned me with a slight motion of the head.  I moved over to
stand in front of him, my legs together between his.  I leaned
over the back of the seats in front of him and gripped the arm
rests.

It was lucky that there was some loud dialogue right then.  As my
forearms touched the arm rests, I felt a single finger run down
my ass crack and over my swampy pussy.  I gave a little squeak,
and he chuckled.  "That won't do at all," he said from behind me,
and then his fingers slipped the thong right down over my ass and
down my legs to pool at my ankles.

I was exposed to a stranger.  A man who had seen me and knew how
to bring something out.  He had taken control of me, and I loved
it.

"I think you should sit down now."  I stepped out of my wedges
and panties, slipped the sandals back on, and sat down.  Glancing
over, I saw him reach down and retrieve my undergarment and bring
it to his nose.  He inhaled deeply, and exhaled with gusto. 
"Lovely bouquet," he said, before leaning over.

He took my chin in one hand, looking deeply into my eyes. 
"You're a lovely girl," he said, and his thumb caressed my lower
lip.  "Open up."

I opened my mouth, and he stuffed the panties in.  I could taste
my juices caught within the mesh.  "This should help you stay
quiet."

He slid out of his seat to stand before me.  He leg touched my
knees, and they parted instinctively.  He knelt before me, and
smiled.  Placing my feet up on the seat backs in front of me, he
said, "My pants will need dry cleaning, but it will be worth it."


There we were, my virgin pussy exposed to this man I had just
met.  He could see everything about my unknown sex, and as I
unseeingly watched the movie, he dipped his head down and kissed
my wet, juicy clit.  Tingles radiated outwards, and I lift my
hips up to meet his lips, which kissed me again.  As he slowly
ran his tongue up and down my pussy groove, I bit down on the
panties and repressed moans that strained to get out.

He licked and kissed and licked and kissed me for God knows how
long.  His tongue dipped and licked up the juices that ran out of
my pussy.  He gently sought them in the crack of my ass, and when
I felt his tongue rim my rectum, I had to bite down hard not to
make a sound.

The pressure continued to build.  I don't know how long it did. 
But my maestro played me a little violin, stringing me along and
building the tension, until, just as explosions filled the movie
screen, he sucked my clit into his mouth.

That did it.  I screeched into the thong, mashed my pussy into
his mouth, and came.  My orgasm, my first orgasm, I was having it
in a dark movie theater with a handsome stranger sucking me,
spreading my legs for a strange man like a slut, and I came and
came again.

As the sounds of the movie died down, so did my orgasm, and I
collapsed in the seat.  My lover stood up, and leaned over, and
gently pulled the thong out of my mouth.  He smiled, put it in
his jacket pocket, and placed something in my hand.  "I have to
catch a flight," he said, "but I will see you again soon, I hope.
 Please be ready."  And with that, he walked out of the theater.


After a minute alone, I straighten up and smoothed down my skirt.
 I looked at what he gave me.  It was a calendar card with a date
about a month from that day circled and a phone number on the
back, and a hundred-dollar bill.  I thought about what he said -
"Please be ready" - and knew that I would follow his words to the
letter.

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