She patted herself dry between the legs.
“Guys, did you like that?”
“Hell yes,” said one.
“That was the greatest fucking thing I ever saw,” said another.
“Thanks, Lisa,” said a third. “We’ll look for you on your website.”
“Tell your friends,” I said.
“Shit yes,” said the one called Luis.
I looked at Lisa.
“Let’s go.”
I opened the passenger side door for her and closed it behind her as she stepped in, still naked. I rounded the car and entered the driver’s side.
“Bye guys.” I waved to them. “Glad you liked the show.”
“It was great,” they said as I pulled the car away. They waved back. I heard the words “fucking awesome” once again.
“Put your boots up on the side, wide. I’m turning on the camera and I want it to record your used, open pussy.”
I looked down, between Lisa’s legs, and Lisa’s pussy lay open and still pulsed intermittently from the furious dildo fucking. I wanted the camera to get all that.
“Oh my God,” Lisa said.
“Did you surprise yourself?” I asked.
“I did. I . . . still can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe anything I’ve done in the last two hours. I think I need to collapse on the bed. I’m going to be wiped out, not just from the orgasms but from the nervous exhaustion.”
She shook her head.
“Tell me I’m a decent person. Does a decent person do that?”
“You are decent and wonderful,” I said, trying to reassure her. “One of the wonderful things about you is your sexuality, and that you’ve discovered new things about it in your 50s. It gives you pleasure, and it gives others pleasure.” I gently squeezed her thigh. “You know it gives me pleasure.”
“Yes, I know that. But still–I’m surprised at myself. I feel almost wiped out.”
“Well,” I said, “Don’t be too wiped out. We’re not done yet.”
“What, there’s more?”
“There’s more. The final act of our excursion today. We’re going into a crowded part of the city now, so put this on . . . for now.” I removed a loose, short sundress from the bag in the back seat and handed it to Lisa, and she put it on. She looked at me, quizzically.
“Just trust me. I’ve pushed you so far today, and it’s been great. I’m going to push you again. Hard. But you’ll love it. I love it. I’m exposing you, and I’m exploring you too.”
“You’re exploring things in me I didn’t even know were there. Or capable of doing.”
“Hold that thought,” I said.
We drove in silence for a while as I steered the car through the streets toward the city’s urban core. The buildings grew more tightly packed and taller, and ahead, not far away, we saw the skyscrapers of downtown.
“Where are you taking me?” Lisa asked.
“You’ll see,” I said. “Open the glove compartment.”
She did.
“Take out the sunglasses and put them on. There’s a baseball cap. Hand that to me.”
I put on the baseball cap and Lisa put on the sunglasses.
“You’ve made me very curious about what you have planned.”
“You will know soon enough.”
I drove the SUV into the heart of the city. Tall office buildings stood all around. I slowed the car, and turned right, into the entrance of a parking garage. It was vast, with many floors, so after taking my ticket I drove the car in circles along the garage ramp, up and up and up. The bottom floors were packed with cars, but the cars thinned as we rose until we reached the second-to-last floor, and almost no cars remained. People weren’t driving into work as much as before the pandemic, and parking lot occupancy wasn’t what it had been. It was one of the details I had scouted out before I met Lisa at lunch.
I parked in a space just before the garage ramp emerged into the sunlight of the top, exposed floor.
“Showtime,” I said, getting out of the car with my camera.
“You’re making me nervous,” Lisa said.
“That’s understandable,” I said. “Follow me.”
Lisa followed me, with evident reluctance. I was pushing her to her limits.
The two of us walked into the sun and kept walking until we were on the top level of the garage. There were no cars on the top. We had it to ourselves.
Lisa looked at me, waiting. I scanned our surroundings. On every side of the garage, tall, impersonal, modern, office buildings loomed over us. And on those office buildings were hundreds, maybe thousands of windows. And behind those windows were thousands of bored office workers.
I felt they needed a diversion.
“This is perfect,” I said. “It’s like an amphitheater. A perfect spot for a Lisa show.”
She put her hands on her hips.
“You want me to strip naked here, in front of thousands of people?”
“No, I want you to do more than that. You’re going to strip naked, and then you’re going to use this.” I held out her favorite black vibrator. “And you are not going to stop until you orgasm.”
“I can’t do that. Somebody will call the police. I’ll get arrested. We’ll both get arrested.”
“I’ve thought about that already. I don’t think so. It will take at least several minutes before somebody calls the police. It will take a minute or two for them to explain the situation and for the police to respond. It will take a few minutes to get to the garage, and a few minutes to get to the top.
“I figure we have at least nine to ten minutes, which should be enough time for you to orgasm. Then we’ll clear out of here, take the down-ramp, which is separate from the up-ramp, so if the cops reach the garage, they’ll never see us, and we’ll leave. We’re too far away for the office workers to ID us, and you’re wearing sunglasses, and I’m wearing a baseball cap. They’ll never make out the car and connect it with us. We’ll be long gone by the time the cops get here. There won’t be any way to make a clear I.D.”
“But you can’t be sure,” she said.
“No. There’s some risk. But I’ve thought about the escape plan, and I think it’s a good plan. The concept is so fantastic it’s worth the risk. Look at that, Lisa. All those thousands of people in those buildings. It’s early enough in the day that most of them are still at work. Let’s do it. Let’s put on a show.”
“You owe me for this,” she said. “But OK.”
“You are a great sport.”
“Greater than my common sense tells me I should be.”
“You said you’d agree to let go today. Just do it. Take the dress off, lay it on the ground, take the vibrator, lie down on the dress, and toy yourself until you orgasm.”
“In front of all these people,” she said.
“In front of all these people,” I said.
She sighed.
“Oh God. Here goes.”
She removed the sundress in a magnificent sweep of her hands, and in three seconds Lisa stood naked on the top floor of the garage, bathed in sunlight, and utterly exposed to the eyes of potentially thousands of office workers. She lay the dress neatly on the concrete, careful to avoid oil stains. I handed the vibrator to her, and she switched it on. She lay down on the dress.
“Open your legs as wide as you can, Lisa. Give them a show.”
She opened her legs and began masturbating herself with the slender vibrating rod.
To set the scene, I circled her with my camera, capturing her masturbating herself, but also panning the background, so everyone watching the video would fully understand the extreme degree of her exposure. I lifted the camera high and increased magnification to see if I could see anyone watching Lisa.
Sure enough, I saw a small group of people gather at adjoining windows of what I guessed was a conference room, perhaps 10 stories above us and at least 150 yards away. I turned the camera in the opposite direction, to another window, turning up the magnification, and I saw other people who had discovered Lisa’s display and were watching her. I think I saw a woman put a hand to her mouth.
“You have an audience, Lisa,” I said. “They’re watching you.”
I turned the camera back to her, after a minute and a half of the video had elapsed.
Lisa was going at it hard, obviously trying to bring herself to orgasm as fast as possible. She held the vibrator directly over her clit hood, and she plunged the forefinger of her other hand rapidly inside her pussy, the lips of which were peeled back, yielding a delicious scene to the camera. I zoomed in. I drew closer to her so the microphone would better capture her squeals and moans, as well as the wet sounds emanating from the junction of her legs.