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Contest Fantasy
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Subject: STORY: Contest Fantasy (md/fs).
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In the fantasy:
You are getting ready to perform your entry in the contest. I will
accompany you as witness, but will not participate. I will be in
the background. Sometimes you won't see me, but you will know I am
there and wonder if I am watching.
You have finished doing your hair and makeup in the nude. A little
too much makeup, and that "just laid look" to your hair. You put on
a little white tank top, a bra really, that ends just below your
breasts and has lace trim across the top, 10 points. To this you add
a white pleated miniskirt, 15 points, no panties, 5 points, and white
spike heeled sandals. Throwing your leather jacket on, but leaving it
unzipped, you are ready to go out. Before you leave, you remember to
add a watch so that you can time your exposures to ensure you compete
fairly.
You sit down in your car, being careful to spread the skirt out around
you first so your naked ass rests directly on the seat. You're off
to the local college library. When the car is warm enough inside,
you take off your jacket. Your nipples poke out clearly through the
thin white cotton of your top. When you get on the highway, traffic
is light so you decide to get an early start. You push the front of
your top up over your breasts, leaving them fully exposed, and keep
it like that for 10 seconds, 20 points. Just for practice, you flip up
the front of your skirt and completely expose your pussy for 10 seconds.
This doesn't count, because only passing truckers could see.
When you get to the library, you put your jacket back on, unzipped,
and head for the door. A gusty spring breeze keeps blowing your skirt
up. You imagine that some of the college boys must be getting quick
peeks at your naked ass and pussy. They imagine they can too. Perhaps
they really do. As soon as you are inside, you take your jacket off
and fold it over one arm. There are a few students around, and you
are getting appreciative looks already. The boys enjoy the way the spike
heels accentuate your long legs, the skirt flatters your ass, and the
tight top shapes your breasts, pressing them round and full against your
chest.
Walking up and down the isles between the books, you spot one that has
a full length window at the end, facing a dormitory building. Perfect.
The library is worth 10 location points, but facing the dormitory windows
with unknown people looking out of their rooms will get you 20 location
points.
You walk down this isle to the end by the window and set down your jacket.
You take off your watch and set it on a shelf in front of you so you can
see the time. Anticipation of what you are about to do has had you hot and
wet since you left the house. You are more than ready. Rubbing your
breasts through your top, 5 points, you make your nipples stand out even
more than they were already. You reach your hands up under your top and
stroke your breasts directly on the skin, 15 points. Pushing the front
of your top up over your breasts, you look at your watch and pinch and
pull on your exposed nipples for exactly 11 seconds, 20 points, then you
pull your top back down over your breasts.
Moving down to your pussy now, you squeeze it rhythmically through your
skirt, 10 points. After a bit, this stimulation isn't enough and you start
to rub your hand up and down, stroking your cunt through your skirt, 15
points. Now you let your hand slide up under your skirt and rub it
directly, 25 points. Turning to your watch again, you lift the front of
your skirt up to your waist and hold it there, not touching yourself,
just feeling the touch of cool air on your pussy, for 11 seconds, 30 points.
Letting your skirt drop back down, you take a deep breath.
Facing the window, you hook your thumbs under the bottom edge of your top,
and whip it right off, 30 points. Standing there topless, you slide your
hands into the waistband of your skirt, and drop it to your ankles, 40
points. Now you're standing between the shelves in the library, facing
the window, wearing nothing but your spike heels. Does that count as
naked? Better make sure. You kick your heels off, 10 extra points.
You imagine you see the reflection of someone going past behind you,
in the window. You spin around, ready to grab your clothes and run,
but if anyone was there they didn't see you when they went past. Feeling
too exposed, naked, you slip your leather jacket back on. Still leaving
yourself exposed from the waist down in the rear, and leaving your tits
exposed in the front. Now back to business.
Getting the fingers of one hand good and juicy, you start plunging them
deeply in and out of your cunt, rocking your hips back and forth as you
do so. It takes only a few strokes before you are biting on your lip
to stifle your cries as you have a short, but intense orgasm, 20 points.
Quickly pulling your skirt back on, you zip up your jacket just enough
to hold it together at the bottom, and stuff your tank top in a pocket.
When you bend over at the waist to pick up your shoes, you see that
someone in the dormitory has put a sign up in the window saying "10".
Time for a new location.
Shoes in hand, you walk out of the isle and see two students in the
next isle over, whispering to each other. Going over to a table, you
sit down facing the librarian at work behind his desk. Up comes the
skirt again. You bury one hand deep in your crotch, and when the
librarian isn't looking, your stick the other hand inside your jacket
to caress your naked breast. The tension in your loins builds up again
quickly. When you come this time, it's longer and harder. Your whole
body shudders as the waves of ecstasy overcome you and you moan loudly,
30 extra points for this orgasm. You blush red as a beet when you see
everyone is looking at you, and you look down at the table in front of
you, unable to meet anyone's eyes. Do they know, you wonder.
After a moment everyone turns back to their work, and you dare to
extricate your hand from your pussy, wiping your juices off on your
thigh as you do so. You see someone sit down across from you, you see
that it is me.
"I think you scored well today, you may even win the contest."
"Thank you, Sir. I hope so."
I hand you a piece of paper, it reads "Suck me off. Now.".
You look up at me, and I point under the table. Looking to see
that no-one is watching, you slide forwards off your chair, and
crawl over to me on your hands and knees under the table. Unzipping
me with your hands, you go to work.
While you're sucking, tongueing, and bobbing your head up and down on
me under the table, I stop a young guy passing by and strike up a
conversation. He sits down in your chair and converses with me,
completely unaware of what is going on in front of him under the
table.
When your skilled ministrations bring me off, I cover my orgasm by
stifling a cough. As you politely swallow my come and lick me clean
to stick my cock back in my pants, I lean back and stretch. As tends
to happen when one person stretches, that makes the guy I'm talking to
think of it subconsciously and he stretches too. Stretching his leg
out under the table right into the naked crotch of a surprised slave who
says "Ooooh" when she feels his foot sweep up between her thighs and
his shoelaces bump into her crotch.
You crawl out from under the table with one of the best blushes ever,
and he excuses himself and leaves. I smile at you and tell you it's
time to go.
"Where's your watch, vixen?"
"Oh, I must have left it back ..."
You go back to "your" isle to retreive your watch, but it isn't there.
On your way back, you see a librarian pushing a cart of books for
reshelving who has your watch in one hand.
"Excuse me sir, I lost my watch ..."
"Is this it?" he says, handing it to you.
"Uh, yes, thanks."
"Why did you have it off?"
"Um, it was bothering my wrist."
"There was a funny wet spot on the carpet too, did you spill something?"
"Uh, I don't think so."
When you get back to me you have another beautiful blush. I can see
it on your face, and also in the cleavage of your almost open jacket.
I give you a big hug, and whisper in your ear that when we get home
you are in for a long tender fuck.
That is the fantasy.
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