Let Them (Exhibitionism)
We’ve caught each other’s attention multiple times throughout my stay here on the island.
I noticed you across the bar the first night I arrived here on holiday. You were sipping a whiskey on the rocks as I flagged down a waiter for an old fashioned.
You met my gaze and lifted your glass to your lips the same time I lifted mine, a silent cheers between strangers.
I was tempted to get up and approach you but nerves got the better of me. You could be uninterested. Married. Gay?
A man that looks like he would dive in to taste you isn’t gay. Go talk to him. I chided myself.
Just as I was slowly starting to build up enough courage to even stand, the bartender slid me a second drink.
“From the gentleman across the bar.” He said simply and went back to mixing drinks and wiping glasses.
I lifted my gaze curiously… and didn’t find you there.
The next day, I lounged beside the pool. My eyes glued to my book as my cheeks flushed from the erotic scenes I imagined along with the story. As I skimmed the words, an imagery of us fucking filled my mind. You pounding into me from behind while I bent over the bar or you devouring my pussy on this lounger. I pictured your cock in my hands, in my mouth, in my cunt.
Someone clears their throat in front of me and startles me of out of my daze. I lower the book and see you.
My mouth forms into a small surprised “O.” I quickly shut my mouth and lick my lips. What do I say? He’s looking at me like he knows I was just imagining us fucking like animals.
“Hi.” I squeak out.
You smile, calm and collected. You motion with your palm up to the lounger beside me. “Is this seat taken?” I shake my head silently and watch you lay down beside me.
You stretch your arms up and casually cross them behind your head. You turn your gaze to me and I quickly shove my book up in front of my face. Fuck. What do I do?
“I’ve read that.” You say and my cheeks burn. While the cover and title conveys a sweet romance, the contents of this book are anything but.
I close the book and lay it in my lap. I meet your gaze shyly. “You have?” I whisper, barely audible over the wind.
You smile and god does my stomach flip at the sight. “I have. It was really good. My coworkers like to force me to ready those spicy romances. I always make a fuss about it, but I secretly enjoy them.” You chuckle softly and I join in with a giggle. Your smile widens at the sound. “You have a pretty smile…?”
I realize we haven’t exchanged names. I share mine and you follow suit. My name rolls off your tongue and chills tickle my spine.
Your gaze sweeps from my sunglasses to my toes. “I’d like to know more about you. I only know a few things.”
I swallow. “Like what?”
“I know you like reading smutty books.” You motion to the book in my lap and my cheeks flush again. “You like cocktails. You like the color pink.”
My eyebrows raise at that last one. How does he know that? You seem to notice my surprise and continue, “Last night, you were wearing a pink sundress and today you’re wearing a pink bikini. I’m guessing it’s your favorite color. If it isn’t, it fucking should be because you look amazing in it.”
I duck my head. “Thank you, sir.” The title slips out and your eyes darken.
“Good girl.” My thighs press together. A poor attempt to stop the pulsing between them and hide the wet spot I’m sure is forming from my arousal. Even my nipples pebble against the fabric of my bikini top despite how hot I feel, from the warm climate and your piercing gaze.
We talked for the rest of the evening. You had carried the conversation well, leading us through casual conversation and subtle flirting that had me aching. A staff member interrupted us to let us know that it was going to rain and we should head back to our rooms. We said goodbye and you kissed my hand, your lips lingering in a way that made my pulse spike.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind me, I let out a breath. My thighs were trembling. My nipples so hard they were sore and begging for attention. My breathing fast and heavy.
I stumble out on to the balcony just as it begins to rain. Water poured down from the sky but it couldn’t cool down the heat that was pooling low in my belly.
I look up at the sky and from left to right. All the other balconies were empty, curtains drawn shut. A thought pops into my head. I could touch myself here. My heart pounds in my chest.
Before I know it, my thong is thrown off to the side and I’m leaning over the railing. My hand dips between my thighs. I find myself steamy and wet. My fingers brush my clit and I start to rub myself. I push my middle and ring finger inside of my soaking cunt and it makes a delicious squelching sound. I rip off my top and tug at my nipples. Quiet moans escape me as I pound my digits into my wet heat.
“Oh, fuck.” I whisper, biting my lip as my palm slaps against my mound. The rain quiets my ministrations, but the sound of my slickness fills my ears.
I turn my gaze to the left and see him.
Standing there. On the balcony next to mine, a small iron gate separating us.
Staring at me.
My hands freeze. I start to withdraw my fingers and he puts out his palm. “Don’t stop, baby. Be a good girl and let me watch.”
I bite my lip and nod, my fingers find their rhythm inside myself, curling toward my mound and stroking my g-spot.
My eyes flutter but I keep them focused on him, even though I want to close them and focus on the pleasure I’m feeling. I’m so turned on and horny by the audience I have.
I watch him throw his leg over the gate and join me on my balcony as the rain beats down on us. I quickly survey our surroundings. All balconies are vacant. Curtains drawn shut. Rain splattering against the glass.
No one should see us, but the small chance they could sends a thrill through me and makes my pussy throb harder.
“Someone could see.” I say, withdrawing my fingers from myself.
“Let them.” You say, reaching for my hand. You bring my digits to your lips and suck them clean.
“Someone could hear.”
“Let them.” You repeat, rolling your tongue between my fingers.
My hands find his chest and slide down to the hem of your soaked shirt. I lift the fabric and pull it over your head. I rub my palms against your slick skin.
As I explore your chest, you discard your swim trunks and boxers. I watch you expose yourself and gulp at the sight of him. He hangs low and heavy, slightly twitching as I stare at him appreciatively.
I wrap my hand around the base of him and stroke him slowly. I lower myself to my knees, almost slipping from the downpour on the concrete balcony. Your hand steadies me, wrapping securely around my wrist. I nod that I’m okay and you release me. You place your hands above my head, shielding my face from the rain. I smile and press a feather light kiss to your tip.
“Thank you.” I whisper.
You raise an eyebrow. “Thank you…?”
I look confused and then remember our poolside conversation. “Thank you, sir.” You look proud of me and I smile.
I swirl my tongue around your cock and your hips press forward. You hiss as your cock twitches in the air. “You like knowing someone can see you kneeling at my feet with my cock in your mouth huh? Such a good little slut for me.” I grab on to the base and expertly seal my lips over him. My fingers find my clit again as I move my tongue over him. “That’s it, good girl.” I moan at the praise and you groan in response.
I release you with a wet pop and slurp at the tip, your mouth opens and your eyes lock on to mine. “You’re gonna make me fucking cum quick with those pretty eyes and filthy mouth, baby.” I smile and lick a sloppy stripe up the underside. “That’s it. Good fucking slut. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
I spit on to the tip as I stroke it. “I am, sir. I love sucking cock where anyone can see how much of a greedy slut I am.”
Your pupils dilate at my dirty language and your breathing turns heavy. He likes dirty talk, huh? I feel my confidence grow, no longer shy and timid like I was by the pool. I feel empowered and slutty in the best way.
I seal my mouth around you again and suck as I slide my tongue side to side on the underside. I feel you tense in my mouth. Your hands drop, no longer shielding my eyes from the downpour. You grip on to my head as you arch into my mouth, going down my throat.
You groan through curses and praises as you fill my mouth with cum. Hot ropes of release sliding down my throat. I slurp and suck greedily until you pull out of my mouth, a string of saliva connecting us until the rain breaks it.
I stare up at you. You stare down at me. We smile at each other and you duck down to press your lips to mine.
You murmur against my lips. “It’s your turn, now.” My cunt clenched around nothing in response.
You run your tongue along my bottom lip as you continue, “I want you bent over this railing where anyone can see and I want you screaming my name so loud everyone hears you.”
Oh fuck. God yes. Let them hear me.