My girlfriend, Hazel, is a dance teacher at an art school. She has a baby face, so she looks more like a college student.
In the summer, she likes to wear short, tight hot pants or miniskirts when we go out. It is inevitable that a few "flies" will gather around to size her up. I don't mind others staring at my girlfriend because it shows she has great qualities and is attractive to others. At the same time, it proves that I, standing by her side, am also someone they envy. Only I can possess her exclusively and freely touch every part of her body.
Originally, she was a well-behaved and pure girl, but after some of my "training," she became increasingly bold. She even gradually started to enjoy the gaze of others. Her clothes became more revealing, and her hemlines grew shorter. Several times when we went shopping at the mall, she would "accidentally" expose herself, whether intentionally or not. When I mentioned it to her later, her response was, "Don't you like it when I dress like this?"
I could only smile and give her a little pinch. Because of her style of dress, we gradually started playing some bold games in public.
One time, I went to a large shopping mall with Hazel. That day, she was wearing a blue spaghetti-strap camisole and a mini grey pleated skirt. Usually, people wear safety shorts under those kinds of skirts, but being bold as she was, she went out wearing only a pair of pink thongs.
Since the mall was nearby, we mostly rode a motorcycle there. Of course, such a short skirt makes it easy to expose oneself while riding, so she brought a white athletic jacket to cover up during the trip. However, it couldn't hide her fair, slender legs, and she still attracted many lecherous looks from men along the way.
When we arrived at the mall, it seemed especially crowded. We finally found a parking spot, so I asked my girlfriend to get off first. Not far away, two or three guys who seemed to be waiting for friends were standing by the entrance. My girlfriend spread her legs and stepped off the motorcycle. After I parked, she went to the restroom first while I waited by the shopping carts.
While waiting, I heard a group of people laughing and joking. I caught a snippet of their conversation, "Hey! Did you see that girl just now? Super hot! She was wearing pink thongs, you could see everything when she got off the bike. She's pretty good-looking, and her legs are long. Doing her must be great!"
Another one added, "Damn! You can look but you can't touch. Her boyfriend is the lucky one, getting to do a hottie like that every day!"
Since the carts were around a corner, they didn't see me, and they walked straight into the mall. Hazel then came out of the restroom, and we pushed a cart inside.
I told her about the conversation I had just overheard. She rolled her eyes at me and said, "It's your fault for parking in that spot and letting people see my panties. Now they're saying those kinds of things. But at least now you know how lucky you are, right?"
I replied, "Exactly! They were praising you; aren't you happy?"
She pinched my arm and said, "That's not praise! They said they wanted to do it with me!"
I said, "Well, they can look but they can't touch, so it doesn't matter. It just shows you're charming. Haha!"
She laughed and said, "You said it yourself!"
Then she hooked her arm into mine and we headed to the athletic shoe section.
My girlfriend picked out a pair of white sneakers and asked if they looked good. I told her, "Try them on!"
She sat down to try them on, and I stood beside her, looking down. I noticed a large amount of skin was visible from her neckline. Then she took off her own shoes and tried on the sneakers in front of the mirror. Since the mirror was directly in front of her, the pink thongs under her skirt were easily exposed when she sat down. She didn't seem to mind and crossed her legs to change shoes.
Later, I went behind her to look at some shoes I liked. Then, the three guys from the parking lot wandered behind her and discovered this perfect angle. The three of them stood there whispering and discussing.
I picked out another pair and brought them over to her. This time, I didn't let her change them herself. Instead, I thoughtfully knelt down to take off her shoes. In the process, I casually spread her legs apart. I'm sure those three guys behind us saw her thongs in the mirror when her legs opened.
After putting on the new shoes, my girlfriend kept asking for my opinion. I told her, "These look great, they really match what you're wearing."
She said, "Really? Then I want to buy them!"
I said, "Fine! But let's make a bet."
She asked, "What kind of bet?"
I whispered, "The guys who saw you in the parking lot are behind you, peeking at your panties through the mirror!"
She said, "They're so lecherous!"
I said, "Well, they can look but they can't touch, they can only feel restless... I'll keep picking shoes for you to try, and you keep 'casually' spreading your legs for them to see. Later, I'll pretend to go to the restroom. If they come over to flirt with you, I lose, and I'll buy the shoes for you."
She said, "You said it! A bet is a bet, no backing out!"
I said, "It's a deal. You're definitely going to lose."
So I brought her a few more pairs and pretended my stomach hurt and I needed to go to the bathroom. Those three guys heard me say it too.
I secretly circled around to the back of the three men. They were so focused on the reflection in the mirror that they didn't notice me. My girlfriend's movements became even bolder, she directly crossed her legs to change shoes. From our angle, the view under her skirt was completely unobstructed. However, the three guys just whispered among themselves and didn't take any further bold action.
My girlfriend's movements gradually increased. Sometimes when she reached for a shoe on the floor, her legs would open into an 'M' shape. Yet it turned out these three were all talk and no action, they only dared to watch from behind and didn't have the courage to approach her.
My girlfriend then went to the women's shoe section herself to try on some high heels. Her slender legs looked even sexier in them. I had once made her wear high heels at home while I held her heels and did her on the sofa, I told her then that it was incredibly sexy. I didn't expect her to use this move here. Her "accidental" exposures became more frequent, and eventually, she even smiled at the guys through the mirror. But the three men still didn't dare to come forward. It looked like my girlfriend had lost the bet to me.
I pretended to return from the restroom and already had a punishment in mind for her. My girlfriend reluctantly put the shoes back. I saw that she really liked those sneakers, so I ended up buying them for her anyway. She happily hugged my arm and skipped toward the exit to pay.
After returning to my rented place, as soon as we entered, she couldn't wait to try on the new sneakers in front of the full-length mirror. Combined with her tall, long legs, they looked very good. I hugged her from behind and began to kiss the back of her ear, my hands kneading her breasts through her camisole. In the mirror, I saw her close her eyes and enjoy it. Gradually, I slid my hand under her skirt and fondled her private part through her panties, lightly teasing her with my middle finger.
My girlfriend began to let out coquettish moans. I started kissing her cheek from behind until I reached her mouth. I stuck out my tongue and she sucked on it. She arched her buttocks, and I rubbed my cock against her. My right middle finger was digging into her lower opening while my left hand kneaded her breast. I pulled aside her panties to dig into her, I didn't expect her to be even wetter than usual.
I teased her, saying, "Why are you so wet today? Is it because you let people look at you in the mall?"
She said, "It's all your fault! Making me do that... it was too stimulating, that's why I'm so wet."
I said, "It's a good thing you didn't succeed and those three guys were too cowardly, or you might have been raped by them."
She said, "Hmph! You're so bad! If they had approached me, maybe I would have gone with them... haha!"
I said, "But if the three of them did you together, you wouldn't just be this wet, your whole body would be soaked. Haha!"
She said, "I hate you! You just love seeing me bullied by others. One day if I really get bullied, you'll see."
I turned her around to face my erect cock. She knelt down, gripped it, and began to stroke it continuously. Her legs were spread in an 'M' shape just like in the mall. The difference was that because I had just been playing with her with my finger, her pink thongs were pushed to the side, revealing her opening. Through the mirror, I saw her wearing the sneakers with her legs spread, exposing herself.
I told her, "You look so slutty like this. If you had pushed your thongs aside in the mall, you might have won the bet."
She said, "Then wouldn't everything have been seen?"
I said, "Seeing this wet, tender opening and your slutty look, they wouldn't have been able to resist."
She squeezed my cock hard as a protest, then stuck out her tongue to lick around the glans. I then told her, "Quick! Take it in!" She opened her mouth and took in the tip. I held her head with both hands, and through the mirror, I saw her sucking hard.
After forty or fifty thrusts, I couldn't take it anymore. I helped her up, pushed aside her pink thongs, took off my pants, and inserted from behind. My hands gripped her C-cup breasts, my fingers toying with her nipples.
She could only lean forward in front of the mirror, chest out, letting out low moans of
"Mm... ah..." Every time I thrust hard from behind, she would arch her buttocks and push back. Just like that, I thrust deeper and deeper, and her moans grew louder.
My rental was a room in a shared apartment with only wooden partitions between rooms. When we returned, I made sure that neighbor wasn't there, so she dared to moan that loudly. Or perhaps it was because it felt too good that she couldn't help herself.
I pulled her hands behind her back and watched as my cock continuously went in and out through the gap in her thongs, her slutty sounds never stopping.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a key in the door next door. She was startled, but I held her from behind and thrust hard, so she kept her mouth shut and moaned softly. I didn't think it mattered because several times I had heard the neighbor doing his girlfriend in his room quite clearly, he didn't seem to care about being heard, and his girlfriend moaned very dirtily too.
I figured it was time for me to return the favor to neighbor. I pulled out, took her to the bed near the wall. She hadn't taken off her sneakers yet, so I let her lie on the bed with them on. I pulled one side of her panties off so they hung on her leg, aimed at that wet opening, and thrust in. It was very wet, making a squelching sound.
I gripped her sneakers with both hands and thrust hard. With every thrust, she let out a cry. As I sped up, she could only let out frantic moans of "Hng... ya... hng... ya...", seemingly not caring that someone was next door.
I thrust hard another forty or fifty times and then ejaculated inside her.
(End of Chapter)