Certified
(11,344 words)
by
Maria Gonzales
© 2000 - All Rights Reserved. Any use of this work without the author's
written permission is strictly forbidden.
"Excuse
me," I said to the bored looking teenage girl behind the
counter, "but do you have any more of the new Playstations?"
"I don't
think so, but if we did, they'd be in aisle four in the display
case," she answered as she loudly popped her gum.
I thanked
her and walked down the aisle of the seventh toy store of the
day. I desperately needed to find the new game console to make
my son's Christmas a happy one. After the sixth toy store, I gave
up hope of finding one, then returned home and put on a slinky
black dress for the company Christmas party. There was an incredibly
cute new guy working in accounting; to top it off he actually
wasn't scared off when he found out I had a seven-year-old son,
and I hoped to impress him by wearing the slinkiest dress I dared
to wear to a company party. On the drive to the party, I passed
an open toy store and hoping against hope, I decided to check
it out, maybe by some miracle they would have the game console.
I had promised
my son that I would get him a Playstation 2 for Christmas,
stupidly forgetting how fast the hot toy of the year always disappeared
from shelves every year. This was the first place that didn't
flat out tell me that they didn't have any left, or as in the
case of the last store I was in, burst out laughing at the mere
mention of the possibility of the new Playstation being in stock.
I walked
to aisle four, passing shelves of board games, sporting goods
and Nintendo gear. I turned up the aisle, stopping at a glass
case containing a non-working demo model of the Playstation .
Under the case sat one lone Playstation 2 box. Could I have lucked
out? Did I find the last one? Would my son have a merry Christmas
with his most desired toy?
I smiled
broadly as I bent over to pick up the box. As I did, a man swooped
in front of me, snatching the box an instant before I could grab
it. He smiled warmly at me as he placed the box in his shopping
cart. My mouth dropped as I watched him walk down the aisle, happily
pushing the shopping cart containing the one and only remaining
Playstation in probably the entire country, the Playstation that
I had promised my son.
I caught
up to him and without even thinking I said, "Excuse me."
I didn't have any idea what I thought I could accomplish by asking
this guy to hand over the console, or even what I was going to
say to him, but I desperately wanted to make sure my son had a
happy Christmas
He turned,
running his eyes up and down my body, pausing momentarily at my
chest, staring at the cleavage pouring out the top of the dress.
"Yes?" he asked.
"This
might sound really crazy, but I was wondering if you would be
nice enough to let me buy the Playstation . My seven year old
is dying for one, and I promised he would find one under the Christmas
tree. I've been to dozens of stores and that's the first one I've
found."
He frowned
at me, looked at the box in the shopping cart, then back at me,
his gaze focused momentarily on my bare thighs sticking out from
under the short dress. As his gaze moved higher, returning to
my chest, then to my eyes, he smiled softly and answered, "Sorry.
I would, but my son told me if Santa didn't leave one under our
Christmas tree, he was going to kill me with an axe. I can't live...
or die..." he added with a smirk, "with the guilt of
knowing that I turned my son into an axe murderer. Sorry."
"An
axe?" I asked with a smile.
"An
axe," he answered. "Or maybe he said with an Uzi, either
way, I want to live, so I really need to take this home. Come
to think about it, I think he said that he was going to kill me
with a light saber."
"That
would be the best way to go, the light saber," I answered.
"Quick and easy, no pain."
He laughed,
glanced at my left hand and smiled. "I tell you what,"
he said. "If you let me take you out for dinner, I'll think
about selling you the Playstation."
"Think
about it?" I asked as I examined him. He was almost six feet
tall with short brown hair, cute in a geeky, absent-minded sort
of way. I looked at his hand, and noted the conspicuous absence
of a wedding ring. "I don't even know your name."
"Steven
Riley, you can call me Steve. And you are?"
"Evelyn."
"I'll
think about it, Evelyn," he answered with a smile. "Once
I get to know you better, I'll know if you're worth dying over."
I smiled
and answered, "OK, tomorrow night."
"Can't
be tomorrow, has to be tonight," he answered. "I have
a company Christmas party tomorrow night."
"I always
wear dresses like this when I go Christmas shopping." I said
with a smirk as I glanced down at my dress. I giggled at the look
on his face, looked at my watch and added, "I really need
to get going, I'm supposed to be at my company Christmas
party ten minutes ago."
"Looks
like there are three options," he said. "I miss my Christmas
party tomorrow and get sliced in half by a light saber; you miss
your's tonight and your son gets a Playstation 2; or my son gets
the Playstation 2 and I lose the chance to get to know a beautiful
woman but get to live. I know which option I prefer."
I sighed
as I glanced at the Playstation. With a small frown on my face,
I answered, "Or you can let me buy the Playstation, we can
go out some other night, and I can get to know a very attractive
man that I know is also very kind and understanding." Buttering
him up couldn't hurt. "And cute too,"
"Flattery
will get you nowhere," he answered with a warm smile, "but
it does earn you some Brownie points to be used at a later date.
Here's my final offer; we go out to dinner now, then maybe a few
drinks and some dancing, and you go home with the Playstation
2 for your son, while I face certain death at the hands of an
enraged nine years old on Christmas day." I returned his
smile and he continued, "But in return for my life, I get
one favor tonight, anything I want at anytime I want."
I shook my
head and answered, "How can I agree to that. What am I supposed
to do if your favor is me sleeping with you. You seem nice, and
Brandon really wants a Playstation, but I'm not willing to go
that far to get it."
He laughed
loudly and said, "No sex. Just one favor that can't last
more than... oh... thirty seconds."
I batted
my eyes as I looked into his, feeling my heart skip a beat. "If
you tell me what the favor is now, and it's not that bad, then
we have a deal."
"At
any time during the night, when I tell you to, you have to pull
your dress down and show me your... umm... your chest."
I laughed
loudly and felt my face turn bright red. "What! No way, you
can keep the Playstation. You're a pervert."
"It's
just thirty seconds, and it won't cost you anything."
"Except
for my self respect," I answered. "No way."
"You
seem to forget that I'm dealing from the position of power here.
I have something you want," he said as he tapped the box
containing the Playstation.
I smiled
coquettishly and answered, "and I seem to have something
you want to see," I answered as I tapped my chest and glanced
down at my boobs; my nipples had hardened and they formed tiny
bumps in the front of the dress. Brandon really did want the Playstation,
and I promised him that I would get it for him. It's not like
I've never done anything like this before. Seven year olds don't
really understand the idea of stores being out of certain things;
if he didn't open his Christmas presents and find what he wanted,
he would be angry with me, not at Sony or the toy stores. "Five
seconds, and I get to do it when I want," I told him.
"Thirty
seconds and I decide when and where or no deal," he answered
trying not to stare at my breasts.
"Fifteen
seconds, and I decide when and where," I parried.
He shook
his head and frowned. "At least I won't be cut in half with
a light saber." Steven turned and slowly pushed his cart
down the aisle.
"Fifteen
seconds and you decide when and where," I said. It was either
compromise or deal with a disappointed son on Christmas Day.
Steven turned,
cocked his head to one side and studied me. "Fifteen seconds,
when I want..." I nodded my head and he continued, "and
I get a sneak peak right now."
"Here?"
I asked as I looked up and down the deserted aisle.
"Five
seconds, "I count them off. "Ready?" he asked.
"Wait,
no I'm not ready. You expect me to pull my dress down and show
you my boobs here?"
Steven nodded
his head and said, "Ready? Set. Go."
I looked
around making sure that the ails was empty.. I pulled the straps
of my dress off my shoulders and held the dress up with my hands.
"I can't do this," I said.
"We'll
try one more time, then I have to get going. Ready. Set. Go."
I took a
deep breath and pulled the dress down, exposing the tops of my
breasts. As the tops of the areola peeked out, I pulled the dress
up slightly and looked at him. He shook his head and said, "All
the way down or no Playstation."
"All
the way? How about if I do this?" I asked as I bent forward,
my breasts nearly spilling out of the dress as I pressed them
together, forming as much cleavage as I could.
"Nope,
the dress has to go below your ribcage. Ready, set, go."
I sighed,
glanced around and pulled the dress down slowly. My nipples popped
out and I closed my eyes, pulling the dress past my breasts to
just below my ribs.
"One..."
Steven counted slowly. "Two..."
"Count
faster," I said. I tried to imagine the look on his face
as he stared at my exposed breasts, wondering if he wore a bemused
look, a curious look or an excited look.
"Three..."
he said even slower.
I opened
my eyes just in time to see a teenage boy wearing a store uniform
pass the end of the aisle. He looked down the corridor at me and
with a double take, stopped, his eyes transfixed on my bared breasts.
My face turned red, I turned away and I pulled my dress up.
"I didn't
get to five," Steven complained.
I nodded
my head down the aisle at the teenager staring at me, his mouth
open wide in surprise and astonishment.
"So?"
Steven said, "Let's start over. Ready, set, go."
"But..."
I answered submissively.
Steven turned
to the gawky teenager and asked, "Do you think she should
have to do it again?" The kid stared blankly at me and slowly
nodded his head. "See, he thinks you have to start over too."
Steven added. "Ready, set go."
I had completely
forgotten the reason I was exposing myself to Steven and the teenager,
but the thrill of doing something forbidden raced through my mind,
reminding me of when I was in college. I heard a voice say something
at the end of the hall. Another teenage boy appeared and asked,
"What's going on?"
The first
teenager pointed toward me and said, "She's going to pull
her dress down and show her tits."
"No
way," the newcomer said as he looked at me expectingly.
"No,
I'm not," I said loudly.
"OK,
no Playstation," Steven answered as he turned around and
pushed the shopping cart down the aisle.
"No!
Wait," I yelled.
Steven stopped,
turned around and pushed the cart toward me. "Last chance.
Ready, set, go."
I closed
my eyes and took a deep breath as I lowered the dress. The material
passed my breasts, displaying my chest to the three men as I a
cold breeze hit my exposed breasts.
"One..."
Steven counted slowly.
"I can't
believe I'm doing this," I said.
"Awesome,"
one of the teenagers said excitedly.
"You
can keep counting," I calmly told Steven.
"Oh
yeah, I forgot," he replied, "Two..."
Curiosity
got the better of me; I opened my eyes and looked at Steven, wanting
to see the expression on his face. His mouth was open slightly,
and he smiled when he realized I was watching him.
"Three,"
he said slowly. "Push your arms together," he added.
"No,"
I answered.
Steven turned
to the two teenagers and asked, "Nice view, huh?"
They nodded
their heads slowly, staring at my exposed breasts. I giggled at
the expressions on their faces, a mix of shock, amazement and
lust. I bent forward and pressed my breasts together with my arms.
"Like this?" I asked Steven as the kids opened their
mouths wider in amazement.
"Perfect,"
Steven answered. "Four..." I turned to the side and
bent over further, reaching my hands toward the floor. My breasts
swayed with my movements and I glanced at the two teenagers. Their
expressions remained the same and I giggled loudly. I stood and
pressed my breasts together again as Steven said, "Five."
I shook my
chest and slowly pulled my dress back up, making a big show of
making sure my boobs were covered and in the dress correctly.
I pretended they weren't, lowered the dress, exposing my breasts
to them again before I pulled the dress back up and placed the
straps back on my shoulders.
"How
about a quick look at your ass," Steven said with a wicked
laugh.
"Yeah
right," I answered. "I don't think so." I smiled
sinfully and turned quickly, pulling the hem of my dress to my
waist exposing my black lace panties to the three guys. I turned
back to Steven, giggled and approached him. I looked lustfully
into his eyes, pursed my lips together and closed my eyes. After
a second, I re-opened my eyes and stifled a giggle as I looked
at him. His eyes were shut and his lips were reaching toward mine.
I grabbed the Playstation from his shopping cart and ran my hand
along his crotch.
"Thanks,"
I said, "Brandon's going to love this."
Steven opened
his eyes and smirked at me, saying, "You get it later. Hand
it over."
"But..."
"That
was the sneak peek. Remember."
I frowned
as I handed it back to him.
"It's
going to be worth it," Steven said as he placed the box back
into his shopping cart.
"What's
going to be worth it?" I asked..
"Your
show. It was worth death by an enraged nine year old kid wielding
a light sabre."
"You
think?" I asked with a coquettish smile. "I'll meet
you outside," I added, "I need to get a few more things
before we go."
Steven nodded
his head, "Outside, yeah, we can do that.".
I turned
and left Steven, feeling his eyes on me as I moved away from him.
I walked into the next aisle, searching for the Pokémon
stuff Brandon asked for and watched as the two teenagers peered
at me from around the corner. I smiled to myself and reached for
a stuffed Pikachú on the bottom shelf, bending my knees
as I examined it, feeling my dress rise up my legs and exposing
my bare thighs. After a few moments, I stood and looked at the
top shelf, pretending to be interested in an even larger stuffed
Pikachú. I reached my arms over my head, my fingers barely
touching the bottom of the toy.
I turned
to the two teenagers, smiled coquettishly and asked, "Could
one of you help me for a second?"
The two raced
toward me, trying to reach me before the other one but trying
not to show their hormonal enthusiasm. "What can I help you
with?" the tall one asked as he stopped in front of me an
instant before the other..
"I can't
reach that big Pikachú on top," I said as I reached
for it, feeling the hem of my dress raise just below by butt.
"See."
The taller
one stepped on the bottom shelf and pulled it down for me. "Here
you go," he said as he handed it to me. I wrapped my arms
around the stuffed toy and felt the kid's hands brush against
my breast. His face turned bright red as I said, "Thanks."
I put the
Pikachú into my shopping cart and walked away from them,
exaggeratedly shaking my hips and wiggling my ass, knowing they
were watching me. I paid for the Pikachú and left the store,
turning and smiling coquettishly at the two teenagers as they
watched me leave.
A black BMW
approached me as I stepped out the exit. The window lowered and
Stephen said, "Ready?"
"Here?"
"Set."
I calmly
placed my hands on the straps of my dress.
"Not
now, we'll do it later," Steven said.
"Where
are we going?" I asked as I bent over and talked to him through
the window.
"I was
thinking of grabbing a bite to eat at The Commons, then Brandy's
for a little dancing," he said, naming the fanciest restaurant
in town and the new nightclub across the street from it.
"Sounds
like a plan," I said, "but I don't think you're dressed
for The Commons."
"I'm
going to run home and change, it's on the way. You wanna ride
with me or follow?" he asked.
"I'll
meet you at The Commons," I replied.
"Cool,
I'll only need a couple of minutes."
"I'll
wait for you outside; I'll see you there." I said as I stood
and walked to my car.
As I passed
the front of his BMW, he yelled, "Ready, set... See you there."
I turned
to him and smirked. I propped the stuffed Pikachú in the
passenger seat and drove to The Commons. I fixed my makeup and
straightened the necklace around my neck as I waited for him.
As I freshened my lipstick, his BMW pulled into the parking lot
and parked across from me. I watched him get out; he had changed
into an expensive looking black three button suit with a dark
gray shirt and iridescent silver tie.
I approached
him and asked, "Trying to replace Regis Philbin?"
He looked
down at his clothes and answered, "I did go a little too
black, didn't I?"
"You
look fine," I answered truthfully. "Between the two
of us we have all the color of a black cat at midnight on a moonless
night."
Steven laughed
and answered, "Maybe sparks will fly and brighten things
up."
I smiled
at him and replied, "Maybe."
We entered
the restaurant and waited for the maitre'd to show us to our table.
Steven asked for a table in the corner, and the tuxedoed maitre'd
chaperoned us to a darkened booth. Like a perfect gentleman, Steven
pulled the chair out for me and pushed it toward the table as
I sat.
I ordered
a chardonay and Steven ordered a scotch on the rocks. As the server
left, I leaned toward Steven and said, "You know, you don't
look like a pervert."
"You
never know," he answered with a smile. "You know, I
was just joking, I never thought you'd seriously take me up on
the offer and show me your..." he paused momentarily and
continued. "If I would have known you were going to do it,
I never would have offered, my son is going to be heartbroken
on Christmas Day."
"So
does that mean I don't have to do it again?" I asked hopefully.
"Of
course you do," he said with a huge grin. "After all,
I plan on keeping my end of the deal."
"I guess
so," I answered. "Was it worth it?" I asked.
"Was
what worth what?" he answered with a curious look on his
face.
I pouted
and said. "The view, did you like the view?"
"The
best view I've ever seen," he answered. "Do you do stuff
like that often?"
I sat back
in my chair, giggled and answered, "I take the fifth."
"Oh...
so you do. Now this is getting interesting. You've done this type
of thing before."
I giggled
again and answered, "It's been a while, but let's say that
wasn't the first time and leave it at that."
"Wait...
I want to hear more."
I blushed,
sipped the wine and looked at him. "When I was in college,
my best friend at the time and I, well, we used to... This is
sort of embarrassing."
"But
it's really interesting," he said.
I smirked
and continued, "We used to go down to the train tracks and
flash the commuter trains as they went by. And we used to go out
on this little boat her parents owned and sunbathe topless on
the river, next to a construction crew that was working on a bridge.
We pretended like we didn't know they could see us, but I don't
think we were very convincing."
"And
you call me perverted?" he said with a laugh.
"I haven't
done anything like that for a while though," I said ignoring
his comment, "Not since Brandon was born and my boobs began
to get all droopy."
"Droopy?"
he said incredulously. "They looked fine to me, and they
looked fine to those two kids too. You realize you've given them
wet dream material for the rest of their lives."
"At
least for the next few weeks," I answered with a giggle,
remembering the expressions on their faces.
"No,"
Steven answered. "The rest of their lives. I remember when
I was fifteen, and the first time I ever saw a naked breast besides
my mom's. It belonged to my next door neighbor, she was in her
late twenties and was a little chubby, but she had the biggest
set of... well, you know what I mean, and one day as I was mowing
her lawn, she stepped outside in just a robe, and the top of it
opened up just a little, and her breast popped right out. Probably
the greatest moment of my life, at least until I got laid for
the first time," he said with a huge smile.
"Did
she know you saw her?" I asked curiously.
"I've
thought about that a lot, and at the time, I would have sworn
that it was an accident, but now that I look back on it, I think
she did it on purpose. After that happened, whenever I mowed her
lawn, she always kept at least one button too many unbuttoned.
I thought I was just getting a lucky peek, but now, I'm pretty
sure that she wanted me to look."
"And
of course you had to, didn't you?"
"Of
course," he answered with a laugh. "I mean I was a teenage
male, full of hormones and these..." Steven held his hands
in front of his chest shook them, "these huge... well...
tits were falling out right in front of me. It's funny, but even
now, twenty years later, I can still see them like it happened
yesterday."
"And
the ones you saw today?" I asked with a giggle.
"Ready?"
he asked.
"Not
here," I complained. "Not in a crowded restaurant.
Steven looked
around and said, "You're right. This isn't the best place.
You're sort of hidden from view, I'll wait till more people are
around us."
I glanced
around and realized that if I pulled my dress down now, nobody
would be able to see me do it. "Now that you mention it;
are you sure you don't want me to do it now?" I asked with
a hesitant smile. I couldn't believe I was offering to show my
boobs in a restaurant, but considering the alternatives, this
was as good of place as any.
"Well..."
he answered. "If you really want to, I would love to see
them now, but it won't count as my favor."
I smirked,
pulled down on my dress and bunched my breasts together with my
arms. "Are you sure?" I asked coquettishly.
"Tempting,
but I think I'll wait."
The waiter
brought our drinks and we made small talk throughout dinner. Every
once in a while, Steven would slyly smile at me and ask me if
I was ready; I would smile at him and answer, "Whenever you
are."
Steven paid
for the meal and after another drink, we made our way outside.
I was beginning to like Steven, he made me laugh and seemed interested
in hearing about me. Not like some guys I had dated recently that
only wanted to talk about themselves and how much money they were
making and what they were planning to buy. Steven seriously seemed
interested in me, not just my body. Of course, because of the
favor I owed him, the subject of my breasts kept coming up. At
least his eyes didn't focus on my breasts, unlike most men. He
was able to look me in the eyes with only an occasional glance
below.
We walked
across the street and stepped into Brandy's. Even from outside
the club, we could hear the steady thump thump of the dance music
being played inside. Steven checked his jacket and we walked inside.
The place was packed with the kind of people that frequent clubs,
wearing everything from tank tops and jeans to khakis and polo
shirts.
As a blonde
wearing a too tight tank top and cut off denim shorts walked by
us, I turned to Steven, impressed by the way his eyes didn't follow
the blonde as she wiggled away. "I feel a little overdressed
for this place," I said as I glanced around
"We
can change that quickly," he answered with a wicked smile
as I leaned into him, straining to hear his voice. He put his
arm around my shoulder, I leaned against him, smelling his cologne
and relaxing in his touch. "Ready?"
"Here?"
I asked as I turned and opened my mouth in surprise.
"Just
kidding," Steven answered. "I feel a little overdressed
too. Want to go someplace else?"
"Where?"
I shouted over the DJ's voice screaming over the speakers.
"Anyplace
that's quieter than this place," Steven answered as he took
my hand and led me back to the coat check. He gave the girl a
five dollar tip and she handed him his jacket back. Again I was
impressed that he didn't stare at the girl. Her breasts were falling
out of her tuxedo shirt, the one fastened button straining to
hold her boobs from view. Steven was either really trying to impress
me, or he really was a gentleman, or he was gay. I whispered a
quiet prayer, hoping he was straight.
We held hands
as we walked out of the club, his hand fitting comfortably in
mine. We walked across the street and we leaned against his car.
I turned to him, looked him in the eyes and placed my other hand
in his. Our hands clasped together and he smiled sweetly at me.
"So where to now?" I asked.
"Let's
see," he said thoughtfully. "We want to go someplace
quiet." I nodded my head and smiled. "That rules out
clubs and bars. I want to get to know you better, so that rules
out a movie, it's hard to get to know somebody watching a movie.
We already did dinner... That leaves one thing."
I arched
my eyebrow and waited for his answer. If he said he wanted to
go to his place, I wasn't sure how I was going to react. On one
hand, I was attracted to him. It wouldn't be the first time I
slept with somebody after knowing them for only a few hours, but
something told me he was special, and I didn't want him to think
I was easy. I giggled as that thought passed through my head.
It was only a couple of hours ago that I flashed him my breasts,
and I didn't want him to think I was easy. Steven probably thought
I was some kind of nymphomaniac slut.
"What
are you laughing at?" he asked.
"Nothing,"
I answered. "So where do you want to go?" I asked.
He thought
for a few seconds and answered, "We could..." he paused
and looked into my eyes momentarily, "We could go bowling."
I burst out
laughing, "Bowling?" I asked with a giggle. At least
he didn't ask me back to his place.
"What's
wrong with bowling?" he asked as a smile crept onto his face.
I glanced
at him then glanced down at my dress. "I felt overdressed
at the dance club. You don't think I would feel overdressed at
a bowling alley? And anyway, I don't think I red, black and blue
shoes go with this dress."
Steven glanced
at my legs and nodded his head, "I guess you're right, but
you would be the sexiest person in the bowling alley. OK, so bowling
wasn't a good idea, let me think for a second."
I squeezed
his hand and moved closer to him. I looked up at him expectingly,
waiting for his idea.
"You'll
have to forgive me," he answered with a small frown. "It's
been a while since I went on anything even close to a date. I
think you're the first woman I've talked to in the past seven
years that wasn't my wife, I mean ex-wife, or that doesn't work
with me. I'm sort of stuck for ideas of where to go; I haven't
gone out much since I got divorced," he admitted.
"How
long's it been?" I asked.
"Over
a year. It's been hard, I miss my son a lot of the time. The hardest
part is not seeing him every night when I get home. Sometimes,
when I get home from work, I look around my apartment and search
for him." Steven grimaced slightly and looked into my eyes.
"How about you?" he asked. "What's your story.
Obviously, you have a son; there isn't a ring on your finger and
you're here with me, so I'm assuming you aren't married."
"I'm
not," I answered. "Never was. When I was in my last
year of college, I had a one week fling with a professor. The
only thing I got out of it was Brandon and an incomplete when
I quit going to his class. Professor Engrams doesn't know he has
a son and Brandon has no idea who his father is."
Steven looked
at me funny and cocked his head to the side, as if he was trying
to figure me out.
"I was
able to get a good job after Brandon was born," I continued.
"I'm on the fast track at Denier marketing, and I make enough
not to have to ask anybody for help, except for my mom who helps
me out babysitting and stuff."
"You
know," he said, "the more I get to know you the more
surprised I get."
I laughed
and answered, "Yeah, you probably think I'm a total slut.
I mean I flashed my tits at the toy store, I had a kid out of
wedlock."
He laughed
and gave a knowing smile, "At the toy store, I may have thought
that a little, but over dinner I found out there is more to you
than just a terrific body and beautiful face."
I smiled
shyly and looked at my shoes, wondering how I scuffed the side
of my left shoe near the toe. I looked back up at him and he moved
closer. I pulled his hands around my waist and leaned into his
chest. "So where do you want to go now?" I asked.
"Since
bowling is out of the question, I was thinking maybe we could
go back to my place and talk."
I looked
up at him and asked, "Just talk?"
He smiled
and answered, "Just talk."
"I can't
promise that I'll be able to keep my hands off you, you realize
I'm an exhibitionistic nymphomaniac."
"I was
sort of hoping..." he said as I punched him softly on the
shoulder.
"Why
don't we find a quiet bar someplace, and we can talk and get to
know each other better," I said.
"A quiet
bar?" Steven asked. "Is there such a thing?"
"Good
point, maybe we should find a quiet restaurant, like Old Bridge,
and get a cup of coffee. I know it doesn't sound like the funnest
place to go, but..."
"Great
idea," Steven interrupted. "I'll follow you," he
said as he opened the door of his car.
I smiled
at him, reached up onto my toes and kissed him softly on the lips.
"Sounds good," I answered. We kissed softly again and
I reluctantly left him and walked to my car. I led the way across
town to a twenty-four hour diner and Steven followed in his BMW.
I tried to figure out what was happening between me and Steven.
Was I falling for him, and was he really falling for me? I barely
even knew him, and I tried to convince myself that I couldn't
possibly be falling in love with him, but he seemed to be everything
I've always looked for in a man; I found myself unable to convince
myself that I wasn't falling in love with him.
We parked
our cars and as I freshened my makeup, Steven gallantly opened
my door. I smiled and stood inches from him. I wrapped my arms
around his waist and we kissed passionately. Wordlessly, we walked
into the diner, his arm around my waist as I leaned my head onto
his shoulder.
We found
a table in the corner and watched as the waitress poured two cups
of coffee. I opened two packets of sugar and Steven laughed, grabbed
three packets and tore them open. "You know, most people
think I'm some kind of deviant because I put so much sugar in
my coffee."
I poured
cream into my cup, handed it to him and watched as he poured the
cream into his coffee. "I can't drink coffee without two
or three spoons of sugar," I admitted, "and the Equal
and other stuff tastes so blech, I have to use real sugar and
add lots of cream. Although not as much cream as you do,"
I said as he continued to pour the cream into his cup.
"I drink
cream with coffee," he said with a laugh. "My ex-wife
used to say only kids drank coffee with this much cream and sugar.
Of course she always told me I was immature and perverted too."
I giggled
and said, "I can maybe see the perverted part, but from what
I can see, you're anything but immature.
"I'll
show you mine if you show me yours," he said with a laugh.
"You've
already seen mine," I answered.
"Ready..."
I looked
at him curiously, wondering if he was going to have me flash my
breasts in the restaurant. I had carefully chosen the booth and
purposely faced myself toward a wall, in case he picked this place
for me to pull down my dress. If I did pull down my dress, nobody
but Steven would be able to see anything.
"Nevermind,"
he answered. "Nobody could see anything anyway. I think I'll
wait. Anyway, I didn't mean anything like that," he said
with a laugh, "and you say I'm perverted. All I said was
'I'll show you mine if you show me yours,' and you immediately
show your exhibitionistic side." Steven laughed quietly as
he stared into my eyes. I melted as his bright blue eyes peered
into my soul. "I meant," he continued as he pulled out
his wallet, "If you show me a picture of Brandon, I'll show
you a picture of Derek, my son."
I took the
picture from Steven's hand and examined it. Derek had his father's
eyes, the same bright blue hue, full of life and showing a hint
of mischievness that glowed in his father's eyes. "He looks
just like you," I said. "You have the same eyes, and
he's just as handsome as you are."
Steven smiled
shyly and answered, "I showed you mine, now I get to see
yours."
I opened
my purse and pulled out my wallet. Opening it, I let the plastic
sheet filled with photos unroll and asked, "So which one
do you want to see?"
"All
of them," Steven answered as he reached for my wallet. I
handed it to him and he looked at the pictures. "He has lighter
hair than you, but his face is almost exactly like yours, high
cheekbones, bright brown eyes, the same mischievness glimmer in
his eyes. Look at this picture," Steven exclaimed, "He
doesn't have his shirt on and he's making a muscle, seems the
exhibitionistic gene got passed down too."
I laughed,
smiled at him and watched him look through all of Brandon's pictures,
commenting on the poses and telling me how cute Brandon was. As
he passed the last picture, Steven's eyes lit up. I realized that
he had found an old fake business card that my best friend and
I had made up as a joke while we were in college. I kept it in
my wallet to remind me of the days when life seemed less hectic
and to remind me to keep in touch with her.
"This
is interesting," Steven said wickedly as I tried to snatch
my wallet back from him. He held it in the air and read the business
card loudly. "Evelyn Rivera, Certified Perverted Exhibitionistic
Nymphomaniac, (800)See-Boobs. What's this all about," he
asked.
"I had
it made in college, me and my best friend, remember the one I
told you about that flashed the commuter trains with me, we made
them as a joke. I keep it in there to remind me when life wasn't
so hectic."
"I never
realized you were a certified Exhibitionist, I was thinking you
were an amateur, and you're even a certified perverted nymphomaniac.
Impressive," he said with a sly smile.
"I had
fun in college," I admitted, "I've settled down a lot
since then, having a son tends to do that."
"Tell
me about it," Steven admitted, "Fifteen years ago my
idea of a good time was a twelve pack and as many friends as we
could pack into an apartment; now a good time is pushing my son
on a swing in the park or laughing with him as he beats me at
videogames."
"Yours
does that too?" I asked. "Brandon gets me to play games
with him, and I usually can beat him the first time we play, then
he gets mad and practices for weeks. By the time he challenges
me again, he beats me... no, he kills me. I wish he would apply
himself as much in school, but he does pretty good anyway. The
teachers seem to think he's too smart, everything comes easy to
him and he doesn't need to apply himself. They've already moved
him up one grade, but he just picks up everything so quickly that
he's right back to the same thing, only doing enough to get by."
"If
he's half as determined as you are," Steven said as he gazed
into my eyes, "He'll be fine. It must be hard to raise a
son as a single parent."
"It's
tough, but whenever I have a hard day at work, all I need to do
is think of him and everything gets much better and easier to
deal with, knowing that in a few hours I'll be with him."
Steven frowned
and looked intently into his coffee, "That's the hardest
part, not being able to see my son whenever I want. I get him
on weekends, Saturday and Sunday, but tomorrow I don't get to
see him, I have to go to this stupid Christmas party and his mom
is taking him to see his grandparents downtown." On the table,
Steven's hand formed a tight fist and I could see the tension
form in his eyes.
I reached
my hand to his and squeezed it reassuringly. I didn't know what
to say, just the thought of coming home to an empty house made
me shudder.
"So
tell me more about what it takes to become a certified nymphomaniac,"
Steven asked, abruptly changing the subject.
I smiled
and answered, "Well, it takes months of hard work, and the
final exam was tough but I somehow made it through."
"And
what was the final exam?" Steven asked, a devious smile forming
on his face.
"I can't
tell you," I answered with a straight face. "We were
sworn to secrecy; who knows, you might be trying to get certified
and are pumping me for information, you never know."
"I don't
think I would need any help," Steven answered, his grin growing
from ear to ear. "I've never had any problems."
Up to this
point, I had been rubbing my shoeless foot on his ankle. I moved
my foot up his thigh, pushing it into his crotch as I said, "I'll
be the judge of that. You've never been with a certified nymphomaniac
before." After seeing the look on his face as he talked about
missing his son, I couldn't deny that I wanted him, that I was
falling head over heels in love with him.
He arched
his eyebrows and looked at me curiously as his manhood hardened.
"You
see, as a certified nympho, I'm qualified to administer the examination
to anybody I feel may be qualified. I pushed my foot against his
erection and added, "And I'm feeling... I mean I have a feeling
that you may qualify for certification."
"Oh
yeah?" he asked with a smile.
"Oh
yeah," I answered with a growl.
"Now?"
he asked.
"Now,"
I answered as I stood and left him alone at the table and headed
toward the front door. I heard him behind me as I approached the
cashier. He was right behind me and tapping his foot nervously,
waiting for somebody to take his money.
I walked
out the door, and as I opened the door to my car, I heard him
running toward me. I hesitated and he was standing next to me.
I reached my arms around his neck and pulled him to me, kissing
him passionately as my hand rubbed his erection through his pants.
Breaking the kiss, I looked into his eyes and said, "I'll
follow you." I sat in my car and waited for him to close
the door for me. As he did, I turned the ignition and waited for
him to pull out of his parking space.
I followed
him to his apartment, and within fifteen minutes we were passionately
groping as he struggled to unlock the door to his apartment. Somehow,
even as our lips were locked in a passionate kiss and my hand
voraciously caressed his erection through his pants, he managed
to unlock the door. We fell in and as we stumbled onto the floor,
he kicked the door closed with his foot.
I fell on
top of him and continued kissing him as I pulled his shirt up.
I moved my kisses to his bare chest and slowly moved lower. As
I unbuttoned his pants, I looked up at him and said, "Are
you sure you're ready for the test? It's a little tough to pass."
As I unzipped
him, he answered, "I can handle hard exams."
I pulled
his pants down, exposing his hard cock to me. I kissed its tip
and smiled at him, saying, "I see you have the hard part
down, now let's see if you can pass the rest of the exam."
I pushed the head of his cock past my lips and swirled my tongue
on the head. He moaned softly as I pushed his cock deeper into
my mouth, then began to slowly push it in and out, increasing
my pace with each stroke.
As I continued
the blow job, I pulled the straps off my dress and tugged it to
my waist. My nipples teasingly brushed against his bare thighs
as I moved. With his cock buried deeply into my mouth, I looked
up at him lustfully, his eyes were closed, a contented look on
his face. I pulled his cock out of my mouth, closing my lips tightly
around it and sucked on it as hard as I could, causing and audible
pop as it left my mouth.
"Do
you have any condoms?" I asked lustfully. He looked down
at me and shook his head. "That's one point I have to take
away," I said. "A pervert is always prepared."
I opened my purse and from the inner pocket I pulled out a foil
packet and placed it between my teeth, ripping it open with my
hands, I seductively grabbed the remaining foil from my mouth
and tossed it to the floor, licking my lips seductively as I pulled
the condom out of the opened packet.
I stood and
provocatively unzipped the zipper on the side of my dress, pulling
it over my head and tossing it to the side. I pulled my panties
down, bending at the waist as I grabbed them and tossed them to
the side. "Still think you can pass the test?" I asked.
"I'm
willing to try," he answered as he looked up at my naked
body.
I knelt next
to him, and placed the condom on the head of his cock. I placed
my lips around the base of his cock as I slowly rolled the condom
down. As I moved the condom down, I moved my lips higher, meeting
the condom in the middle of his cock. Continuing to roll the condom
down, I moved my tongue along the length of his shaft. I licked
his balls as I finished unrolling the condom, running my tongue
near his rectum and then moving my kisses up his hip and to his
stomach.
I squatted
above him, and teasingly moved my pussy lips along the tip of
his cock, as my hand tightly grabbed the base of his cock. "Still
think you can pass the test?" I asked.
He nodded
his head and I slowly pushed myself down, feeling his cock slide
into me. With my eyes locked on his, I moaned softly and felt
his cock slide completely inside my pussy. I leaned forward, my
breasts softly skimming his chest as I placed my hands on the
floor next to him and moved my hips slowly up and down, feeling
his cock slide in and out of me.
"I didn't
think perverts used condoms," Steven said breathlessly.
"We're
experts with them," I said with a sly smile. "Better
to be safe than sorry." I increased the rhythm of my hips
and moaned softly as his cock brushed against my clitoris. I pressed
my breasts against his chest and pressed my lips against his,
kissing him passionately as I continued bouncing my hips slowly
up and down.
Breaking
the kiss, I sat up straight and increased the pace of my hips,
feeling his cock slide in and out as I balanced myself with my
hands on his chest. He moaned loudly and I giggled, saying, "What's
the matter? Can't take it?"
"It's
just..." he answered breathlessly, "It's been a while
and..." he breathed deeply again and closed his eyes, "and
you're so beautiful."
"I love
compliments," I answered with a blush as I bounced quickly
on top of him. His hands found my breasts and I leaned forward
slightly, causing his cock to rub against my clitoris again as
it slid in and out.
Involuntarily,
I moaned and heard him ask, "What's the matter? Too much
for you?"
"I've
only just begun to warm up, but you win a point for being a smartass,"
I growled as I arched my back and felt an orgasm begin. I bounced
faster and whimpered, feeling the electric shock of my orgasm
flow through my body. Moving as fast as I could, I moaned loudly
as the force of my orgasm peaked. I pulled myself off him, giving
myself a couple of seconds to compose myself and spread my legs
as I laid on the carpet. Steven rolled on top of me, pushing his
cock back into my pussy. With a hard push, his cock slid deeply
into me and I moaned loudly, turning my head to the side in ecstasy.
As Steven
pounded his cock into me, I quickly climaxed again, whimpering
in pleasure as my nerves were filled with ecstasy. As my orgasm
subsided, I continued to feel little rushes of pleasure rush through
me. I looked up at Steven as he continued to pound into me. "Too
much for you?" he asked.
I shook my
head and whimpered, "I'm just getting started." I cupped
my breasts, looked into his eyes and asked, "Still like these?"
Steven nodded
his head and his head arched back as his thrusts became more erratic.
He glanced down at me and I pulled one breast to my mouth and
licked my nipple. He pushed hard into me and groaned loudly as
he came. Steven collapsed on top of me and our lips met in an
zealous kiss. I rolled on top of him and pushed his softening
cock back into my pussy. "You're not even close to passing
the test yet," I growled.
I tried to
push him back into me, but his cock was just too soft, so I kissed
his chest, circling my tongue on his nipples and moved my kisses
down his body. As I reached his cock, I tore the condom off his
cock and tossed it to the side, being careful not to throw it
on my dress and slid his soft cock between my lips. It slowly
responded to my touch and hardened. As it did, I popped it out
of my mouth and stood. I reached my hand out to his and pulled
him up. We stood, kissing passionately, my hand massaging his
hard cock and his hand caressing my butt. I broke the kiss and
walked to the patio door and slid it open. I stepped outside and
saw a reclining lawn chair. I kissed him again, pushing him onto
the chair.
As he lay
back, he asked, "Out here?"
"You
want to get certified?" I asked coquettishly as I straddled
him, resting on his stomach.
"I'm
perverted, not an exhibitionist," he complained mockingly.
"Then
you've got the wrong person giving the test," I answered
with my sexiest smile as I pushed his cock against my lips. "Damn,"
I said as I stood quickly and ran inside. When I returned, Steven
had his cock in his hand and was slowly stroking it. I looked
into the illuminated parking lot, and satisfied that nobody was
watching, I knelt next to him, and rolled another condom onto
his cock. I straddled him again and asked, "Ready?"
He nodded
his head and I slid the head of his cock into me, but didn't push
down. I frowned and said, "I almost forgot, perverts don't
do the same position twice in one night. We already did this one.
Stand up," I ordered as I got up.
He followed
my order and I stood on the balcony, my hips against the top of
the railing. I glanced around again, and except for a few apartments
that had the lights on but the drapes closed, the apartment complex
looked deserted. I bent over, my bare breasts visible to anybody
in the parking lot, opened my legs as I placed my finger on my
pussy and slid my finger inside my wet slit. "Fuck me,"
I moaned softly.
I was rewarded
by his hard cock sliding into my slit. I grabbed his cock and
guided it into me, feeling it fill me, seemingly deeper than before.
Within seconds, Steven began pounding into me, grunting as he
worked his cock in and out of my dripping pussy. I moaned, louder
than I intended as another orgasm filled my nerves. I saw a light
turn on across the parking lot, and watched as a patio door opened
and whoever was there turned on the patio light. I was pretty
sure that we weren't visible from there, but as Steven pounded
into me, I moaned again, louder than I did before and watched
as another person stepped out of the apartment across the parking
lot. Their figures were silhouetted by the porch light, and as
I moaned again, trying to figure out if they could see me, one
of them stepped into the apartment and turned off the lights.
They were
now invisible to me, and Steven pounded his cock harder into me,
causing me to moan loudly again. From the porch across the way,
I saw a bright light turn on, possibly from a flashlight, and
it searched the patio above us. As the light moved down, I closed
my eyes and moaned loudly again, knowing that we were about to
be discovered.
"We're
about to be watched," Steven said as he paused momentarily
and kissed my neck. "Does that count as perverted?"
he asked.
"Yes!"
I answered. "Keep fucking me." I said as I turned back
to him and opened my eyes.
As I turned
my eyes back to the apartment across the way, I was blinded by
a flash of light as the beam of light softly illuminated us. I
looked down at my breasts, and as Steven pounded into me, his
labored breathing was all I could hear as I watched my breasts
sway in the soft light. The thought occurred to me that maybe
whoever was watching us could call the police, but I was too far
into my impending orgasm, heightened by the fact that somebody
was watching me come.
I moaned
loudly, it was more of a scream than a moan as my body shook from
the orgasm running through me. The soft light of the distant flashlight
remained on us as Steven's thrusts grew erratic. Steven grunted
loudly as he climaxed and I pushed against him, trying to push
his cock deeper into me. I felt his cock pull out and turned to
him, my own orgasm subsiding somewhat.
Steven was
sitting on a lawn chair, his cock growing softer before my eyes.
I stood, put my hand over my eyes and peered across the court,
trying to see somebody from the porch that the flashlight still
shone from.
"Did
I pass?" Steven asked as he admired my body in the soft light.
"Getting
there," I answered with a giggle.
"You
mean there's more?" he asked.
I nodded
my head and glanced back across the courtyard. The flashlight
was still illuminating my body and I sat on the rail, feeling
a thrill as I exposed my nude body to whoever was watching us
from across the parking lot. "There's more," I said
as I pinched my nipples and shook them. "Remember, I'm a
certified nymphomaniac too."
I walked
to him and pushed him onto the reclining lawn chair. As he laid
on the chair, I moved my pussy above his mouth, feeling his tongue
instantly touch my labia. I looked across the parking lot, and
stared into the light shining onto me, rubbing my pussy against
Steven's lips and whimpering as the erotic sensations rushed through
my body.
His finger
slid into me, and his lips found my clitoris. He pulled my clit
into his mouth and sucked on it, making me moan loudly as I cupped
my breasts and licked my nipple. I tried to remain sitting up,
knowing that if I moved down, the people across the way couldn't
see me, but as his mouth continued to manipulate my clitoris,
I collapsed on top of Steven as I moaned loudly, trying not to
scream as my body climaxed again.
I tried to
pull myself off Steven, but his hands remained firmly on my thighs
as he continued to stimulate my clitoris with his mouth. I screamed
loudly, overtaken by a strong orgasm, sitting up and arching my
back. My eyes were opened wide and I looked at my nude body in
the soft light, screaming louder as Steven continued nibbled softly
on my clit.
Finally,
I was able to pull myself away from him, and I leaned against
the railing, my back to the light, looked at Steven and breathed
shallowly, recovering from the orgasm that still spasmed through
my body.
"Did
I pass?" he asked.
"Not
yet," I answered as I took his hand and pulled him up. "Sit
up here," I said as I patted the railing on the side of the
porch.
"They
can see me from there," he protested weakly.
"Do
you want to be certified?" I asked. He nodded his head and
pulled himself onto the railing. I wrapped my lips around his
cock, feeling the condom on his rapidly hardening erection. As
I pulled the condom off with his hand, I bit the top of it and
pulled it off. I looked at him, the used condom dangling from
my mouth and winked. I let it drop to the floor and I pushed his
hard cock between my lips, pulling the hair away from my face
and turned slightly, so whoever was shining the flashlight on
us could see his cock slide in and out of my mouth.
As I moved
my head up and down on his cock, I pumped my hand along the base
of his cock, occasionally moving my hand and pushing his cock
entirely into my mouth, burying my lips against his pubic hair.
I heard him moan softly and the in a throaty voice I heard him
announce, "I'm gonna come again."
I pulled
his cock out of my mouth, and rapidly slid my hand up and down
his shaft. As Steven raised his hips, his cock tightened and a
burst of semen spurted from the tip. As the come flew out of his
cock, I moved my mouth above his cock and let his come land on
my mouth and face. Some of it spurted onto my breasts, but most
of it landed on my lips. I looked at him, licked my lips provocatively
and swallowed.
"Are
you ready for the final test?" I asked coquettishly.
Steven nodded
his head, and I licked my lips again, tasting his salty come on
my tongue. I moved closer to him, reached my hands around his
neck and pushed my lips against his. I pushed his come into his
mouth; at first he tried pushing away, but as the intensity of
my kiss increased, Steven was soon kissing me back passionately.
His tongue hungrily probed my mouth, and I pushed his head to
the side and felt his tongue hungrily licking my face.
When he finished
licking his come off my face, I again kissed him passionately,
feeling the salty taste of his come in his mouth. I lustfully
probed my tongue in his mouth, wrapping my lips around his tongue
and softly sucking on it. As I broke our kiss, I asked, "How's
it taste?"
"Salty,"
he answered, "but it's not as bad as I thought it would be."
"Final
question," I said. "Did you like it?"
"It
was different," he answered.
I looked
at him with a frown, then said, "One more chance." I
knelt in front of him and licked the remaining come off his softened
cock. I stood in front of him, opened my mouth and waited for
him. He kissed me passionately and pulled me tightly against him.
As we kissed, I heard applause from across the parking lot.
I giggled
and looked at Steven, "It looks like they think you passed."
"So
did I?" he asked.
I smiled
wickedly at him, shook my head and answered, "Sorry, almost
but not quite. You can't be certified as a pervert yet. I guess
you'll just have to study more and take the test again at a later
date. Fortunately," I continued as I stepped back and pulled
my breast to my mouth and licked my nipple, "I know a very
good tutor."
"And
I'm a good student," Steven answered with a smile.
We walked
into his apartment and I watched with a disapproving look as he
pulled his boxers on. "What?" he asked.
"If
you want to be certified, that means you can't wear those whenever
I'm around."
He shrugged
and let the boxers fall to the floor. He playfully kicked them
at me and they flew by my hip. "You are a quick learner,"
I said with a giggle."
"When's
the next lesson?" he asked.
I approached
him, put my hand around his neck, put my other hand on his soft
cock and kissed him softly on the lips and whispered, "Whenever
you're ready."
"Do
you have to go home?" he asked.
"Brandon's
at my mom's house, I told them that I would be home late and that
I would pick him up in the morning. "I'm free for lessons
the rest of the night."
He grabbed
my hand and led me to the bedroom, turning on the light as we
walked in. I gave him another lesson, falling asleep in his arms
when we were done. I woke up early the next morning and quietly
took a shower. When I walked out of his bathroom, he was looking
at me, his boxers in his hand. "I almost forgot," he
admitted as he twirled them on his finger. "Ready for another
lesson?"
"I can't.
I have to get going," I said with a frown as I pulled my
dress on.
I grabbed
my panties and began to pull them onto my legs. As I did, Steven
shook his head and I heard a "Tsk, tsk," from him.
"What?"
I asked.
"If
you put those on, you'll be showing me a bad habit," Steven
said as he held his boxers up.
I smiled
and handed him my panties, "You're right, I forgot."
We kissed passionately and I nearly decided to give him another
lesson, as his hands reached under my dress and caressed my bare
skin and slid along my labia. I reluctantly pushed him away and
opened the door. I cleared my throat and looked at him.
He looked
at me curiously, trying to figure out what I wanted.
"The
Playstation," I said.
"You
still haven't paid me the favor," he answered with a smile.
"I'll
owe it to you," I said.
"Wait
a second, let me pull some pants on."
Steven disappeared
into the bedroom and reappeared wearing a pair of jeans. We walked
down the stairway together, holding hands. As we stepped outside,
the parking lot was empty except for two men working on a car
with the hood opened. When they saw us, I heard one of them mutter,
"Is that her?"
The other
guy muttered something softly, and the first guy looked at me
and said, "If it is her, she wasn't shy about anything last
night."
My face turned
bright red as I realized they were the ones watching us last night.
Steven smiled at me and asked, "Ready?"
"For
what?" I asked with an innocent look on my face.
"Set,"
Steven continued. "You're certified, remember."
"There
might be little kids around," I protested.
"Lady,
they're ain't no kids around here now," one of the guys said
loudly.
"See,"
Steven said with a laugh. "Go," he said loudly.
I glanced
around and pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulders. I glanced
at Steven, turned to the two guys who were staring intently at
me, broad smiles on their faces. I turned back to Steven, pulled
the top of my dress to my waist and ran to my car. I could feel
my boobs bouncing as I ran; I turned to the two guys and smiled
as I noticed the look on their faces, their mouths were open wide
in amazement. As I reached my car, I stopped and turned to Steven,
smiling wickedly at him. "Watch and learn," I said as
I unzipped the dress and let it fall to the ground. I bent over
at the waist as I picked up my dress, smiling coquettishly at
my audience. I turned to Steven, knowing that by doing so I was
exposing the entire front of my body to the two men.
I approached
Steven, wiggling my hips exaggeratedly and kissed him. He handed
me the Playstation from his open trunk and I held it in front
of me as I walked to my car. I placed the toy on the ground as
I searched for my keys in my purse. Once I opened the trunk, I
bent over and pushed the box all the way to the back of the trunk,
opening my legs, knowing that Steven and the two men could see
my bare pussy.
As I stood
up, I smiled at Steven, then smiled at the two men and calmly
walked to my car. I unlocked the door and motioned for Steven
to come to me. He practically ran to me. As I moved into my car,
I smiled at him and said, "That was lesson number one for
today. Did I pay your favor?"
He bent over
and kissed me, answering, "In spades."
He closed
the door and I turned the ignition, pulled my car out of the parking
spot and pulled away. As I passed the two men, who were still
staring at me, I stopped my car, glanced at Steven in the rear
view mirror, smiled at the two men and cupped my breast, pulling
it to my mouth. I placed one nipple between my lips, let my breast
fall and licked my nips coquettishly as I smiled at them. I giggled
loudly and drove away, still naked.
I pulled
onto the main road, and at a red light I pulled my dress back
on, as a tow truck driver sat next to me honking his horn wildly.
I ignored him, but smiled at him as I sped away from the stop
light.
Steven and
I got to know each other better over the next year, Brandon loved
having a father figure in Steven. Derek, Steven's son adopted
Brandon as his little brother. When I walked down the aisle at
our wedding the next year, right behind Steven was Derek, the
best man. Since my father was no longer with us, Brandon gave
me away. It was the sweetest wedding anybody ever saw. We're a
very happy family, the three of us, four on weekends. Brandon
and Derek have the most intense battles on the Playstation and
are becoming more like brothers every weekend.
I keep surprising
him with my exhibitionist streak. We have a camera mounted on
the computer in our bedroom, and he loves to watch as I talk to
guys from all over the world and end up taking off my clothes
while countless men watch me come. I guess you could say we're
perverts, but only I'm certified, Steven is still studying. He
is a very good student though, someday, I might certify him.
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