I was overwhelmed, honestly, with the emotions I felt during the time I was trapped in the KDE hospitality convention cycle. Trapped might be too strong, but it wasn’t voluntary, and my exposure always expected. Not my choice of when or where or how, or for whom. Granted, it was exciting, and I gained a new appreciation for the fact that men did find me sexy, lovely, or hot. But since then, as Tony and I had explored my exhibitionism on our terms, I’d gone from just dressing in a more revealing fashion — away from home and work — to where I was now.
I can’t say if anyone had ever taken a picture of me before yesterday and yet, ohmigod, this morning, I’d posed completely naked for a guy I knew was taking pictures and was sharing them! It excited me in a profound new way!
Roberto, the pictures, his note. All of it crept into my mind as I tried to listen for the knots of people I’d seen coming up the beach. The first group was for sure four guys. The others, well…. The note, what had he said? Oh, I wanted to check my phone to read it again, how my “intimate area” was something he’d never actually seen before. Did he mean, could it be I was the first real, live woman whose pussy he’d seen? Or did he mean just in “such a state of…,” how did he say that? Had he just never noticed with other women, certainly such a handsome young man couldn’t still be a virgin? I’d stared wantonly, curious, at the bulge in his pants. That was new, mostly I just noticed that guys were getting hard, could see some tenting if it was a more than momentary exposure I gave them. And Thom, I’d seen the tenting, I’d reached over and place my hand on his erect cock! Yes, he had his shorts on, but that was new. Should I feel guilty? I didn’t.
All this running through my mind, my heart rate was elevated as I heard the voices come closer.
“Phones,” Thom whispered next to me. He might as well have handed me a personal massager.
I inhaled deeply and arched my back, then settled back in the lounger, letting my left leg fall off the side. I could only imagine their view, I knew what I hoped it was. I hoped Thom, laying within arm’s reach, was also seeing me. And Tony, wherever he was. Oh god, I wanted Tony here, sharing this madness with me!
What felt like an hour passed before I heard Thom say, “Rita, looks like that’s all the looky-loo’s for now.”
Then he added quickly, as I reached for my hat. “No, please stay just as you are, I want to walk down to the water and back, to see what all these lucky devils have been seeing.” My heart leapt into my throat! He wasn’t anonymous, we’d talked and been in class together, he was a professional colleague. I was so turned on! I dropped my hand back to my side, enchanted that he wanted me in this way.
He must have relished the view, as time seemed to drag on before I heard his voice again. In the interim, either by design or not, I certainly grew hotter, my breasts aching with amused gratification.
“Hey, that kid’s coming with your drink, you want to cover up?” Thom said from the foot of the lounger. I wondered how long he’d been there. I felt a warm pulse in my core, overjoyed that he’d been so close, looking. I wondered too how the material of this suit showed wetness.
“He’s over twenty-one, what do you think?” I replied from under my hat, a smile he couldn’t see wide across my face. I heard Thom return to the lounge chair next to me.
Thom told me later Bradley had approached from along the beach, my drink on a small tray covered with a napkin, and had stopped and made a questioning motion. Thom had nodded ‘yes” and waved him to come on up with the drink. He said he was surprised Bradley hadn’t stumbled, his eyes being on me and not where he was walking through the sand until he reached the end of our loungers. At that point Bradley uncovered the drink and offered the glass to Thom, but Thom realizing that my desire was to be seen by as many men as possible, shook his head and pointed at the little table. Bradley had then sidestepped between the chairs, his head down and apparently memorizing my chest and likely well noticing the pubic hair sprouting along the suit bottom, until he bumped the table with his leg. He let out a little “oops.”
“You trying to steal my drink, handsome?” I said as I reached my arm around the leg at my side essentially trapping the young man.
“No, ma’am,” Bradley practically squeaked.
I pulled my hat off and acted surprised, but kept my arm around his tanned, well-muscled leg. “Oh, hi Bradley. I thought Thom was trying to get my drink again,” making no attempt to cover myself with my hat.
I turned my gaze to the tented shorts eighteen inches away and smiled, “Is that for me?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, then taking his eyes off my chest to notice where I was looking, stammered, “Ah, no ma’am. The drink…, you ordered a…, he said you wanted me to bring… oh god,” he was rattled.
“Bradley,” I said, looking up into his eyes and sliding my hand up to mid-thigh inside the leg of his shorts, “are you still calling me ma’am?”
“Ah, sorry,” and before I could react, he grabbed the glass off his tray and squatted to set it on the lounge-side table, trying to do something to change the situation. It changed; my hand went up his shorts leg where I discovered in that instant that he wasn’t wearing any briefs. He froze, his eyes wide. To his credit, he didn’t drop the tray on me or my drink.
“That was my fault, Bradley, I’m sorry,” I said, our eyes fixed on each other, the back of my hand inside his shorts and resting against a very rigid, warm phallus.
His mouth opened but nothing came out. I withdrew my hand, dragging my fingers along the length of his thigh and smiled at him. “Your girlfriend is a very lucky young lady.”
He nearly sprang up and spun toward Thom. “I’m really sorry, sir. It’s just that she, Rita, ah, your wife, is really fucking hot. I mean, ah, sexy, ah…” he blurted out. “I didn’t mean stare, or…ah,..,” he placed the tray over his midsection.
“Bradley,” I said trying with great difficulty to stifle my laugh seeing Thom’s shocked expression. “That’s not my husband. Thom’s just a friend I met at the conference.” Okay, friend was a stretch.
“But I gotta agree with you, dude,” Thom finally replied, “she is very sexy. I’m having a hard time not staring at her myself.”
Bradley looked at each of us a couple of times, thoroughly confused. Although, his eyes weren’t focused on my face alone. He recovered himself and smiled, “Will there be anything else, Rita?”
Oh, what the fuck. “What’s your cell number?”
He looked at me without comprehension.
“Bradley,” I said softly, “can I have your cell number, please?” He gave it to me.
I messaged Tony. ‘Please send this wonderful young man a photo of me for “inspiration!”‘
Bradley still looked confused, but asked again if there would be anything else.
Our phones buzzed at the same time. Mine said ‘done,’ his with the picture took longer to process.
“You’ll probably want to answer that,” I smiled at him.
His eyes went wide. He glanced at me, then his phone, then back at me (I think comparing the breasts to the picture’s), and again at the phone. “Jeezus,” he said and sat down on Thom’s lounge-chair.
Thom began to get up and try to see the phone, but I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him back, then rolled toward the two of them and moved my hand to cover the phone from Thom’s view. “Uh-uh, that’s a gift for Bradley, not you, Wisconsin.”
Thom pouted, “Yeah, well I’m the one paying for the drinks.”
“Patience and a good attitude,” I winked at him as I came to a sitting position with my legs on either side of Bradley’s. I was fairly certain that my already scrunched bikini bottom was revealing quite a bit of me, but didn’t care.
I looked at the phone that Bradley cradled protectively on his lap, and smiled with some self-satisfaction at the photo Tony had chosen to send to him. Mygod, was I really comfortable with being displayed like that? I mean, talk about full frontal! Hell, I was hot and proud of it!
I tapped my knees against his, drawing him to look up. “Just one rule, okay? That never goes online and you never tell anyone my name.”
Bradley smiled, “Yes ma’am, that’s a deal. Thank you, Rita.”
I kissed him on the cheek and nodded, “Get back to work.”
Bradley stood, his still hard manhood at the most distracting height just in front of me. I honestly considered planting a kiss on his shorts, but instead leaned back, pushing my chest out and opening my legs wide to reveal my barely covered bottom. His eyes touched every part of me wantonly, with unadulterated desire. His smile was soft, his eyes between pleading and crying. He looked at the picture on his phone, stroked me again with his eyes and sighed. “I’ll know at least that you weren’t a dream,” he said raising the phone. “Have a safe trip home, ma’am?”
“Thank you, Bradley,” I said, moving my leg so he could step past. I watched him walk down the shoreline, swinging the tray in one hand and the phone in the other.
“He’ll be hard for a week,” Thom said.
“And you?” I nodded at his tented shorts as I closed my knees and brought my legs back on the lounger, sitting. My last move, for Bradley, had caused the bottom to roll between my labia majora and bury the tiny strip of fabric just hiding my wet angel wings, but providing a provocative invitation for Thom’s eyes.
Thom laughed, “I’m not as young as he is. I don’t think I could stay hard that long.”
With a devious grin I answered, “Maybe you just need motivation?” I reached back and grabbed the glass, taking a long, sensuous draw on the fresh glass of superb Irish whiskey, my upper body turned to Thom. I could feel his eyes squeezing my taut nipples, hardly as innocent and guileless as Bradley’s had.