“I’ve never been turned on like that before,” Kat whispered. I was inclined to agree. “At first I thought the whole thing was silly, staying in just the ropes. I was so embarrassed to walk around with them on outside the bedroom, and when we weren’t just about to have sex. But then I felt your eyes on me and…”
As she spoke, she’d spread her legs and started idly playing with the engorged lips of her pussy. Comingled juices dripped in creamy white dollops between her fingers. It didn’t quite seem to be masturbation in the normal way, just a casual fidget in a place that felt good to her. I wondered what the world record was for time taken between a hard cum and a new erection, because I probably had a real shot it if she kept going like this.
“…it felt so fucking good,” she continued. “I never imagined it could be so hot just to be looked at. And to be naked where it feels like I shouldn’t be.”
“You’re not naked, you’re wearing the ropes,” I pointed out.
She looked down over her body, inviting me to follow the path of her eyes over the beautiful tits, heaving with every breath and still showing red finger marks, still tipped by nipples hard enough to cut glass. Below, so much creamy midsection skin, prickled with sweat where it showed between the harness. And then, the dark wedge of bush, all mussed up by the flurry of motion in the area, and the soft pinkness being kneaded between her fingers. Long, firm legs led in two different directions, splayed apart with no remaining shame for the private places exposed completely. Yeah, not naked at all. Technically clothed, if you really stretched the term, but not at all covered.
“Plus,” I added, “it’s our apartment. We can be naked — or roped — wherever and whenever we want.”
“I wouldn’t have thought there was much point in that, when we weren’t about to have fun. I’m going to have to rethink that. It’s like we weren’t being sexy, but we were, somehow. I was seeing and feeling all my bits move around in ways they don’t usually get to without at least having some undies around them. I bet you saw some new angles that don’t happen in bed as well.”
“I sure did.” I tried not to drool at the memories. “I think what made it work so well was the contradictions. There’s all these things we get told we’re not meant to share. Boobs. Pussies. Dicks. Society says they absolutely have to be private and it’s a huge deal if people know what those things look like. From the moment you hit puberty, they’re only meant for you and one lover at a time, and only when you’re in an intimate area like a bedroom or a bathroom. And it all goes double for when they’re aroused. And I know it’s not like we went out in public or anything, but we still took all those taboo bits and flaunted them to each other, all turned on, but not in the socially mandated spaces at the socially mandated time. We were showing off everything no one’s meant to see, and we acted like it was nothing.”
She laughed at my philosophising. “Dude, you’re gonna flip your shit when you learn about nudists.”
“Hey, maybe I’m overthinking it a little, but it can’t be that far off. I felt the same way you did, walking around with my cock out, having you always wiggle yourself at me to make sure it stayed hard. I liked that you were looking too, by the way.” I started gently stroking myself, back to about three-quarter mast by now. “A girl should be able to give as good as she gets in the perving department.”
Kat gave me a helping hand, rubbing the mix of cum and grool on her fingers across my tip while I worked on the shaft. “I know you love attention,” she teased, “but I couldn’t help it with a dick like this. We should do more of this. Maybe try…” she breathed, obviously self-conscious about escalating the game into new territory “…something like a nude beach sometime.”
My heart skipped a beat. I never thought Katie could be so into the same exhibitionist/voyeur stuff as I am, let alone to the point of pitching public nudity herself. “I’ve fantasised about that kind of thing before, how all your skin would look soaking wet and lit up by the sun. But my understanding’s that real nudists don’t act like the ones in the Literotica stories. They don’t appreciate people walking around hard and wet, and they certainly don’t want to see any fucking. Stupid bastards don’t want it to be a sex thing.”
“And you want a sex thing, naughty boy?”
“I would fucking love a sex thing.” We were nuzzling each other by now, soft neck and collar-area kisses, hot breath tickling, her wanking me in earnest while I took a boob in hand and entertained myself spiralling my fingertip inward around the areola, then gently twisting and tugging the nipple, making her gasp. “I want to walk around totally naked and completely hard and I want…” I hesitated at sharing the fantasy “…all the cute nude girls there to be able to see how fuck-ready my cock is and think about what they could do with it while I go to you, all naked and spread-legs and wet and fuck you in every way I can think of and every hole you’ve got without stopping for a second to think about where we are or who might see.”
“And do the cute nudie girls all clap when you cum?” Her tone seemed to have gotten a little harder at the mention of other girls, but I’d know by now if I’d really crossed a line.
“Only when I’m feeling particularly self-indulgent. You can show off to whatever naked beach guys are your type too, I guess.”
“How generous of you. Not going to get jealous they can see all those precious secret spots of mine that’ve been only yours for so long?”
That was a fair point, I probably would get jealous. “Nah, it’s only fair,” I answered. We could deal with that if it we ever actually got the chance to make this a reality. For now, it was just a hypothetical.
“Damn right it’s only fair,” she said and kissed my mouth. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, but we were already warming up again.
“I can’t believe I’ve got all day to enjoy you like this,” I said, breaking off the kiss and moving my head to her chest. I ran my tongue up and down the full arc of a breast, deliberately avoiding the nipple for as long as I could help it to build anticipation. She was shuddering by the time I took the firm nub into my mouth and started to suck, lick and nibble.
A small distraction: her phone, left on the arm of the couch due to an obvious lack of pockets, buzzed and flashed. She cocked her head to the side to skim the notification, running her hands through my hair as she did it.
“Ah, fuck,” she said.
“What’s wrong?”
“We have to cut the fun a little short, babe. Sarah’s in the area. She wants to stop in and drop off that game she borrowed.”
“Tell her we’re out,” I said, punctuating the thought with a quick suck on the other tit. “Or busy.”
“I want my game back. She’s had it for months now. Come on, we can pick right back up after she leaves.”
Katie slipped out from under me and stood up. She stretched herself a little, now completely free of any instinct to cover or hide herself. Still lying down, I was at eye level with her wet cunt. It was mostly an innie, with a little knot of outward labia I thought added a great bit of visual flair to the slit. Her clit was visible at the front too, begging to be played with. She gave her hips a little sway, revelling in the attention.