Part 1 - The Before
Lunches with friends are always fun, especially if one has additional kinky agendas in mind.
The climax of the meal wouldnt be paninis or salads or dessert, but my empty purse that I hid inside my big purse. Well, it wasnt entirely empty. It had one sexy bra, one pair of thongs, and a couple of printed out naked pictures of me that showed more yummies that the restaurant's entire menu.
After we all ate and paid, I went to the women's bathroom, where I took out the hidden purse. My heart was pumping hard because I was about to give someone I don't know naked pictures of me.
I also wanted to use this opportunity to use a dildo in the bathroom stall, but it slipped out of my hands and rolled on the floor - after which I decided to not insert it anywhere. This left me very horny and unfulfilled.
When I came out of the bathroom, my friends were heading towards the door. I handed of them my small purse, telling them that someone forgot it in the bathroom and that we should give it to one of the waiters to bring to the front desk. My friends, thinking nothing if it, gave it to one of the waiters, a 25-something guy with a gorgeous smile, who promptly took it up front.
I got butterflies in stomach; it was finally done. We exited quickly. I was afraid to look back to see if someone opened it.
I shall return here later tonight or tomorrow to retrieve it.
Part 2 The After
Dropping off the purse with pictures of my naked body and face was the easy part. Yes, the thongs and the bra would be highly suggestive as well, but nothing like my naked body with face. Granted, this was in a remote part of town, but what IF it ever makes it to the internet? What IF these pictures make it to someone I know. I have never done anything like that. But what's done is done.
When I told my friend the challenge I was in the middle of and what remained to be done, her eyes lit up. She started rummaging through my closet, and eventually, with a sign of deep satisfaction, pulled out a rather sheer top - one that was obviously meant to be worn with something underneath, and a short tennis skirt.
I looked very slutty in the outfit. Not only were my nipples poking, but the color of my areolas was showing through as well. The top was an illusion of an outfit, covering over everything yet shielding absolutely nothing. The skirt had to be held down from both sides to make sure wind wouldnt pick it up, revealing my front and back to the big world with many peeping eyes.
I looked at her with a question in my eyes. She assured me that I'll also have a jacket for most of the way. That "most" send my pussy abuzzs and a wet drop descended on my thigh. She helped fix my skirt to make sure it covered me properly.
She looked at the additional copies of the pictures I printed, nodding approvingly, and asked me to grab her a glass of water from the kitchen. The only way I was going to make that trip was in an extra top layer; fortunately, she did not object, as I was not looking forward to bumping into my family in a fully sheer top.
As soon as we pulled out of the driveway, I was given a butt plug and lush. She was driving, so both of my hands were free to insert them in their indended places. The oscillating vibrations dulled my thinking and send waves of oh-ever-so-close-yet-far pleasure through my body.
I was wearing a jacket and felt safe and shielded. I started wondering about the "most", aroused by the thoughts of having it taken away from me when I suspect it the least. That moment came when we pulled into the restaurant's parking lot: I was asked to step out, put the jacket in the trunk, and wait by the front entrance while she parked.
The restaurant was busier in the evening than during the day. A few couples stepped out, with both men and women glancing at me with a slightly prolonged stare. Some people walked on the main street and told me hello. A elderly men sitting inside waiting for a table decided to feast his eyes on me as well, unwilling to look away like others. Fortunately, I crossed my eyes across my chest, shielding my nipples. The rest of the top was quite transparent. And the wind... I think the elderly gentleman saw more than what was proper.
My friend finally parked and came over. Teasingly, and slightly maliciously, in a split second she lifted the front of my skirt. I squeeled and giggled.
When we stepped inside, there were a few families in the waiting area. (I'll skip the part about the teenager boys) though their fathers took a great interest in me. Fortunately, I still kept my hands across my chest. But when we started approaching the Hostess' desk, my friend leaned in and asked me to drop my hands. My chest heaved but the hands went down, revealing the rock hard nipples.
The hostess had a male assistant who looked at my chest for a good 2 seconds before realizing what he was doing and finally making eye contact. No, we didnt want a table for two. I explained that I forgot a purse here earlier and was hoping someone found it.
The hostess stepped away, forcing me to spend nearly 3 minutes with her assistant and the small crowd. When she came back, she was carrying my purse. She had a slight smirk, that caused me to blush .... and let out a loud moan, while my legs almost buckled, as my vibrator went into max.
I was about to grab the purse and go, but my friend, mentioning me by name, proposed loudly that we check its contents in case anything is missing. I looked at her in disvelief, ready to object, when the vibrator went into max again. I moaned once more, though this time less loudly, and decided to obey so that I wouldnt accidentally orgasm in front of everyone.
The purse was easy to open. I peeked inside, and so did my friend. Before I could say anything, she reached in and pulled out my bra and panties onto the counter. I was mortified and quickly shoved them back inside. A few people noticed it and were staring intently. The male assistant fared worse: not only was he speechless but he now had an obvious erection. But the photos were missing.
My friend asked if we could use the restrooms (like OMG, seriously?), and he nodded. We walked through the packed restaurant towards the back, me ready to strangle her, as multiple customers and waiters turned their heads towards us, some giving a double take. I shifted my hair to the front, covering my chest, and feeling angry that I havent thought of it sooner.
I was ready to let loose at my friend in the bathroom, but was silenced when she presented me with a small gift box. I was intrigued. Inside was... a dildo. Before I could say anything, she kissed me madly, and lifted my skirt up for the whole world to see. Fortunately, the bathroom was empty except for one stall, and I doubt they saw anything.
The instructions were to use the dildo until someone starts walking in or out, while she was playing with my nipples. I looked around, lifted my skirt and gave her my Lush, leaned against the wall and inserted the dildo. The wetness made the loud slurping sound, as my eyes darted from side to side. She was pulling on my nipples, and I was on the verge of climaxing several times, in each instance slowing down and catching my breath. Then, at the same time, the person in the toilet flushed while someone pushed the restroom door open. I rushed into one of the stalls and locked myself in, not wanting to know if I was seen.
After a few minutes my friend texted me that she's waiting for me in the car. I was so happy that this was over. I took a deep breath and exited the stall. On my way out of the bathroom, out of the corner of my eye I saw.... a naked picture of me taped to the wall. I tore it off and stormed out of the bathroom, this time covering my chest with my hands.
At the front desk, the hostess called my name and handed me a clear ziplock with... my Lush. My eyes went dark. But she was smiling and looking at me seductively. Inside the bag was something else - a note with a phone number. I bit my lip and smiled back. I took a pen and wrote down my phone number for her. She took it and commented about my nipples....
When I walked out, my mind was spinning. My friend was waiting in the car on the far side of the parking lot. She was smiling at me and asked if the hostess gave me the package. I was probably so obviously red, that she did not press it further. She did, however, persuade me to give up my skirt for the drive back home, in exchange for unlimited my use of dildo during the drive.
During the rest of the drive, we talked while I made full use of the dildo. She dropped me off home with a jacket but without my skirt.
When I got home I received a photo of me, naked, from the same number that was in the ziplock together with the Lush.
Callie
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Lunches with friends are always fun, especially if one has additional kinky agendas in mind.
The climax of the meal wouldnt be paninis or salads or dessert, but my empty purse that I hid inside my big purse. Well, it wasnt entirely empty. It had one sexy bra, one pair of thongs, and a couple of printed out naked pictures of me that showed more yummies that the restaurant's entire menu.
After we all ate and paid, I went to the women's bathroom, where I took out the hidden purse. My heart was pumping hard because I was about to give someone I don't know naked pictures of me.
I also wanted to use this opportunity to use a dildo in the bathroom stall, but it slipped out of my hands and rolled on the floor - after which I decided to not insert it anywhere. This left me very horny and unfulfilled.
When I came out of the bathroom, my friends were heading towards the door. I handed of them my small purse, telling them that someone forgot it in the bathroom and that we should give it to one of the waiters to bring to the front desk. My friends, thinking nothing if it, gave it to one of the waiters, a 25-something guy with a gorgeous smile, who promptly took it up front.
I got butterflies in stomach; it was finally done. We exited quickly. I was afraid to look back to see if someone opened it.
I shall return here later tonight or tomorrow to retrieve it.
Part 2 The After
Dropping off the purse with pictures of my naked body and face was the easy part. Yes, the thongs and the bra would be highly suggestive as well, but nothing like my naked body with face. Granted, this was in a remote part of town, but what IF it ever makes it to the internet? What IF these pictures make it to someone I know. I have never done anything like that. But what's done is done.
When I told my friend the challenge I was in the middle of and what remained to be done, her eyes lit up. She started rummaging through my closet, and eventually, with a sign of deep satisfaction, pulled out a rather sheer top - one that was obviously meant to be worn with something underneath, and a short tennis skirt.
I looked very slutty in the outfit. Not only were my nipples poking, but the color of my areolas was showing through as well. The top was an illusion of an outfit, covering over everything yet shielding absolutely nothing. The skirt had to be held down from both sides to make sure wind wouldnt pick it up, revealing my front and back to the big world with many peeping eyes.
I looked at her with a question in my eyes. She assured me that I'll also have a jacket for most of the way. That "most" send my pussy abuzzs and a wet drop descended on my thigh. She helped fix my skirt to make sure it covered me properly.
She looked at the additional copies of the pictures I printed, nodding approvingly, and asked me to grab her a glass of water from the kitchen. The only way I was going to make that trip was in an extra top layer; fortunately, she did not object, as I was not looking forward to bumping into my family in a fully sheer top.
As soon as we pulled out of the driveway, I was given a butt plug and lush. She was driving, so both of my hands were free to insert them in their indended places. The oscillating vibrations dulled my thinking and send waves of oh-ever-so-close-yet-far pleasure through my body.
I was wearing a jacket and felt safe and shielded. I started wondering about the "most", aroused by the thoughts of having it taken away from me when I suspect it the least. That moment came when we pulled into the restaurant's parking lot: I was asked to step out, put the jacket in the trunk, and wait by the front entrance while she parked.
The restaurant was busier in the evening than during the day. A few couples stepped out, with both men and women glancing at me with a slightly prolonged stare. Some people walked on the main street and told me hello. A elderly men sitting inside waiting for a table decided to feast his eyes on me as well, unwilling to look away like others. Fortunately, I crossed my eyes across my chest, shielding my nipples. The rest of the top was quite transparent. And the wind... I think the elderly gentleman saw more than what was proper.
My friend finally parked and came over. Teasingly, and slightly maliciously, in a split second she lifted the front of my skirt. I squeeled and giggled.
When we stepped inside, there were a few families in the waiting area. (I'll skip the part about the teenager boys) though their fathers took a great interest in me. Fortunately, I still kept my hands across my chest. But when we started approaching the Hostess' desk, my friend leaned in and asked me to drop my hands. My chest heaved but the hands went down, revealing the rock hard nipples.
The hostess had a male assistant who looked at my chest for a good 2 seconds before realizing what he was doing and finally making eye contact. No, we didnt want a table for two. I explained that I forgot a purse here earlier and was hoping someone found it.
The hostess stepped away, forcing me to spend nearly 3 minutes with her assistant and the small crowd. When she came back, she was carrying my purse. She had a slight smirk, that caused me to blush .... and let out a loud moan, while my legs almost buckled, as my vibrator went into max.
I was about to grab the purse and go, but my friend, mentioning me by name, proposed loudly that we check its contents in case anything is missing. I looked at her in disvelief, ready to object, when the vibrator went into max again. I moaned once more, though this time less loudly, and decided to obey so that I wouldnt accidentally orgasm in front of everyone.
The purse was easy to open. I peeked inside, and so did my friend. Before I could say anything, she reached in and pulled out my bra and panties onto the counter. I was mortified and quickly shoved them back inside. A few people noticed it and were staring intently. The male assistant fared worse: not only was he speechless but he now had an obvious erection. But the photos were missing.
My friend asked if we could use the restrooms (like OMG, seriously?), and he nodded. We walked through the packed restaurant towards the back, me ready to strangle her, as multiple customers and waiters turned their heads towards us, some giving a double take. I shifted my hair to the front, covering my chest, and feeling angry that I havent thought of it sooner.
I was ready to let loose at my friend in the bathroom, but was silenced when she presented me with a small gift box. I was intrigued. Inside was... a dildo. Before I could say anything, she kissed me madly, and lifted my skirt up for the whole world to see. Fortunately, the bathroom was empty except for one stall, and I doubt they saw anything.
The instructions were to use the dildo until someone starts walking in or out, while she was playing with my nipples. I looked around, lifted my skirt and gave her my Lush, leaned against the wall and inserted the dildo. The wetness made the loud slurping sound, as my eyes darted from side to side. She was pulling on my nipples, and I was on the verge of climaxing several times, in each instance slowing down and catching my breath. Then, at the same time, the person in the toilet flushed while someone pushed the restroom door open. I rushed into one of the stalls and locked myself in, not wanting to know if I was seen.
After a few minutes my friend texted me that she's waiting for me in the car. I was so happy that this was over. I took a deep breath and exited the stall. On my way out of the bathroom, out of the corner of my eye I saw.... a naked picture of me taped to the wall. I tore it off and stormed out of the bathroom, this time covering my chest with my hands.
At the front desk, the hostess called my name and handed me a clear ziplock with... my Lush. My eyes went dark. But she was smiling and looking at me seductively. Inside the bag was something else - a note with a phone number. I bit my lip and smiled back. I took a pen and wrote down my phone number for her. She took it and commented about my nipples....
When I walked out, my mind was spinning. My friend was waiting in the car on the far side of the parking lot. She was smiling at me and asked if the hostess gave me the package. I was probably so obviously red, that she did not press it further. She did, however, persuade me to give up my skirt for the drive back home, in exchange for unlimited my use of dildo during the drive.
During the rest of the drive, we talked while I made full use of the dildo. She dropped me off home with a jacket but without my skirt.
When I got home I received a photo of me, naked, from the same number that was in the ziplock together with the Lush.
Callie
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