Pantyless to San Francisco, Part 2


I had just arrived at the airport, and was happy to be in my boyfriend’s arms again. (He’s now my ex-boyfriend, and purposely avoid using his name, because I’d rather forget it.) I was very horny as we made our way through the airport concourse. My coat was wrapped around me and the belt nicely tied, so I was pretty sure that no one could see that my dress had ridden-up and was bunched around my waist. With my boyfriend’s arm around me as we walked, it couldn’t be helped. I soon had my doubts from startled looks, and the sudden breezes on my wet pussy and upper thighs. My boyfriend picked-up on my nervousness and would coax my coat flap open more than natural. It was really all too much, and when we got to his car, which he conveniently parked in a more or less deserted section of the parking garage, I was more than ready for him. He backed me up against the side of the car and pushed my dress up. I gave in and let him do what he wanted. Usually I’m absolutely terrified about being caught, but I was too horny to care. He stopped licking my pussy just before I was ready to come and lifted me onto him. We where going at it like crazed animals, in plain view of anyone, but I’m almost certain no one came around. I was on the verge of a much needed orgasm when he came and quickly pulled out, and just as quickly made himself presentable leaving me still half naked and very frustrated. This was a re-occurring pattern and at that moment I almost hated him. He loved the risk, as long as it was mostly me taking it. So I did what I had done many times before, and reclined the seat back to masturbate Acıbadem escort bayan as he drove. I was on the verge of a much needed orgasm when he suddenly warned me to cover up as we where pulling-up to the parking attendant booth. Out of spite, I thought about ignoring him and just continuing on, but I covered up. I was horny and angry, but sat quietly as he drove, inwardly seething, not wanting to start the trip on a bad note. He seemed totally oblivious to what I was feeling. This made me even more angry, if that was possible, but I remained calm. I was glad when he announced that we were going to make a brief stop so that he could make an appearance at the groom’s bachelor party held at a nearby hotel. I really needed to get away from him for a short while before I said something mean to him. I wasn’t going to wait in the car like he wanted, and thought I’d hang out in the lounge/bar, but it was late, and just closing for the night, so I resigned myself to waiting in the lobby. The place was empty except for a couple of employees, so I sat in the lobby, just in front of the hotel front desk, thumbing through a magazine. My pussy was aching and I was fidgeting about when I noticed the front desk clerk glancing my way every so often. He was a lot older, and pretended to be preoccupied with his computer until the concierge joined him. I didn’t think anything of it until I realized they weren’t making a sound, no conversation or anything. I had left my coat in the car, and looking down, I could see my pussy hair peeking out between Escort Kaynarca my crossed legs, but didn’t think they could. Glancing at the wall clock above their heads, I could see they were looking at my legs. My mood instantly lightened, and I was feeling naughty. I reached for another magazine on the side table, uncrossing my legs and scooting forward when I heard their collective gasps. I’m pretty sure I heard one of them say “Holy Geez”, but I didn’t look up, not wanting to give my pretense of innocence away. I’m sure they saw the darkness between my legs in stark contrast to the fleshiness my skin. The dress was obscenely short after all, and from practice in front of a mirror, I knew what I could get away with or not. I slouched on the sofa, not bothering to cross my legs. Holding the magazine to hide my face, I could see clearly see my pussy. I slouched even more letting my legs drift apart still hidden behind the magazine, and saw that I was all wet and shiny. I peeked over the magazine and saw their eyes glued to my pussy. It took a moment for them to notice that I was looking at them, and when they did, I simply smiled. They looked flustered and continued to stare at my pussy. I spread my legs wider and reveled in my naughtiness when I glanced a familiar face walking towards me with my boyfriend in tow. They had got off the elevator and covered the short distance before everything fully registered, and in an instant, I sat up, yanked my dress down and crossed my legs.  The face belonged to Dino, my boyfriend’s friend, who had the biggest Aydınlı escort smile as he came up to me. He pulled me up to give me a hug. I was showered with compliments on how great I looked, and I warmed to his attention. I couldn’t read the expression on my boyfriend’s face, but he didn’t seem too happy. To Dino’s credit, he made no mention of seeing my pussy, but I knew he saw and liked it, judging by his hardness, which he freely pressed against me as we hugged. He even flexed himself a few times, and I felt its pulsing on my tummy. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and the glaze in his eyes told me he was pretty well sloshed. He informed that the stripper they had hired had left some time ago, and only a few of them remained up in their suite, and that he had come down to say “Hi” before we left. When he invited us up for a quick drink, I assumed it was okay since the party was over. My boyfriend wanted to leave and seemed flustered, but we ignored him, and feeling spiteful, I liked it. They had a large suite, and four guys I didn’t know where lounging around when I entered. Their eyes lit up when they saw me. I felt myself blush. They jostled amongst themselves to be the first to introduce themselves, and their humor and playfulness had me laughing. One of the guys remarked that I should’ve been their stripper. They all agreed, and came up with their own amusing, yet original remarks. I was eating it up, all the while, my boyfriend seemed not happy, and sulked in the backdrop. I carefully sat down on the sofa, not wanting to show anything. When they asked me what I wanted to drink, I purposely chose something I thought they couldn’t make because it wasn’t a popular drink with men. I was surprised when they brought out a bottle of melon liqueur, and made me a perfect Melon Ball. Someone mentioned their friend’s night club grand opening, which was to be an all night rave.

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