Picture Perfect

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I had always been one to embrace my sensual side, and today was no exception. My brown locks cascaded over my shoulders, framing my face, and my eyes sparkled with anticipation as I arrived at the photographer’s studio. It had been ages since I’d treated myself to a professional photoshoot, and I was eager to see the results.

The photographer, a charming man named Ethan, greeted me with a warm smile. His studio was cozy, filled with soft lighting and various backdrops. As I stepped inside, I felt a tingle of excitement run down my spine, knowing what was about to unfold.

“Melissa, right? You look stunning,” Ethan complimented, his eyes roaming over my figure. I was dressed in a simple white blouse and black pencil skirt, a conservative outfit that hinted at the curves beneath.

“Thank you, Ethan. I’m excited to see what we can create today,” I replied, my voice laced with a hint of seduction.

He guided me to a dressing room, where I was to change into my first outfit—a little black dress that hugged my body in all the right places. As I slipped it on, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my brown eyes smoldering with desire. I knew I looked good, and the thought of being photographed like this sent a thrill through my body.

Ethan entered the dressing room, his camera already in hand. “You’re ready?” he asked, his gaze intense.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I responded, feeling a surge of confidence.

The first few shots were simple, capturing my natural beauty. I posed gracefully, letting the camera adore my every curve. Ethan’s lens seemed to caress my body, focusing on my cleavage, the swell of my hips, and the long lines of my legs. I felt like a goddess, exuding sensuality with every click of the shutter.

“You’re a natural, Melissa,” Ethan praised, his voice husky. “But I think we can take this to the next level.”

Intrigued, I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And how do you propose we do that?”

With a mischievous grin, he leaned closer, his breath tickling my ear. “I have a client who’s looking for something… unique. He’s willing to pay top dollar for some exclusive content. All you need to do is bare it all for my camera.”

My heart raced at his suggestion. I’d never done anything like this before, but the idea of being completely exposed, of having my naked body immortalized in photographs, was exhilarating. I bit my lip, considering the offer.

“It’s just for personal use, I assure you,” Ethan added, sensing my hesitation. “And you’ll be well compensated.”

The thought of the extra money was tempting, but it was the thrill of exhibitionism that truly sealed the deal. I wanted to feel the rush of being watched, of knowing my intimate moments would be captured forever.

“I’m in,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Ethan’s eyes lit up with excitement. He led me to the main studio, where a large white backdrop awaited. “Just relax and be yourself. Show me what you’ve got, Melissa.”

As I stepped in front of the backdrop, I felt a surge of power. I began to undress slowly, savoring every moment. First, I slipped off my dress, revealing a lacy black bra and matching panties. My breasts heaved with each breath, the nipples straining against the delicate fabric. I could see Ethan’s eyes darken with desire as he captured my every move.

With deliberate slowness, I unhooked my bra, letting it slide off my shoulders, baring my full, round breasts. My nipples hardened in the cool air, begging for attention. I cupped them in my hands, squeezing gently, and arched my back, offering myself to the camera. Ethan’s shutter clicked furiously, capturing my every curve.

“That’s it, Melissa,” he encouraged, his voice thick with arousal. “You’re stunning. Now, show me more.”

I slid my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, teasingly pulling them down my thighs, revealing the smooth, bare skin of my pussy. My fingers grazed my moist folds, and I let out a soft moan, unable to resist the temptation.

“Touch yourself,” Ethan urged, his voice hoarse. “Let me capture your pleasure.”

I sank to the floor, my back against the backdrop, and spread my legs wide, giving him an unobstructed view. My fingers found my clit, already swollen with need. I began to rub slow circles, building the tension. My breath quickened, and my hips moved in rhythm with my strokes. I was putting on a show, and the thought of Ethan watching me, his camera capturing my every move, sent me over the edge.

“Oh yes, Melissa, keep going,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the camera.

My fingers worked faster, plunging into my wetness, my thumb rubbing my clit in quick, firm strokes. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body on fire. I cried out as the orgasm hit, my back arching, and my hips thrusting against my hand. Ethan’s camera flashed relentlessly, immortalizing my climax.

As I lay there, breathless and sated, Ethan approached me, his camera still in hand. “That was incredible, Melissa. You’re a true exhibitionist.”

I smiled, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “I never knew I’d enjoy it so much.”

Ethan’s eyes locked with mine, and I could see the desire burning in them. “I want more, Melissa. I want to see you cum again, but this time, I want to be inside you.”

His words sent a jolt of excitement through my body. I had been so caught up in my own pleasure that I hadn’t realized how turned on he was. I wanted him, needed to feel him inside me after the intense display of my sexuality.

Without a word, I stood and pulled him towards the nearby sofa. I straddled his lap, feeling his hardness pressing against my core through his pants. With nimble fingers, I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, and then undid his belt, freeing his straining erection.

“You’ve been a good boy, Ethan,” I purred, stroking his length. “Now it’s time for your reward.”

I lowered myself onto his cock, taking him deep inside me with a slow, deliberate glide. We both moaned as our bodies connected, his filling me perfectly. I began to move, riding him with abandon, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. Ethan’s hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements, urging me on.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest, and kissed him hungrily, our tongues dancing in a passionate rhythm. Our bodies moved as one, the sofa creaking beneath us, as we fucked with raw, unbridled passion.

Ethan’s hands roamed my body, squeezing my ass, and cupping my breasts, his touch fueling the fire within me. I rode him harder, my pussy clenching around his shaft, desperate for release.

“Cum for me, Melissa,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire.

I arched my back, my fingers digging into his shoulders as the pleasure surged through me. “Oh, Ethan!” I cried out as my orgasm exploded, my walls rippling around his cock.

Ethan followed close behind, his hips thrusting wildly as he filled me with his hot cum. We clung to each other, our hearts racing, and our bodies glistening with sweat.

As we lay entangled on the sofa, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The photoshoot had been an incredible experience, and the sex that followed was even more intense. I had discovered a new side of myself, one that reveled in exhibitionism and the thrill of being desired.

“That was…” Ethan began, searching for words.

“Incredible,” I finished for him, a satisfied smile on my face. “I can’t wait to see the photos and do it all over again.”

He laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I have a feeling this is just the beginning, Melissa. You’ve unleashed something wild within yourself.”

I stood, my body still buzzing with pleasure, and straightened my clothes. “You’re right, Ethan. And I can’t wait to explore it further.”

As I walked out of the studio, I knew this was just the start of my journey into the world of erotic exhibitionism. The photos would be a constant reminder of my newfound freedom, and I couldn’t wait to see where this path would lead me next.

Solitary Splash

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I couldn’t believe my luck as I stepped into the hotel lobby. The weekend getaway I had planned for myself was off to a perfect start. The hotel was luxurious, with its grand chandeliers and elegant decor, and I felt a sense of excitement as I checked in. I was ready for some much-needed relaxation and adventure.

After a smooth check-in process, I made my way to my room, admiring the plush carpets and the intricate artwork adorning the walls. My room was spacious and inviting, with a cozy bed and a stunning view of the city skyline. But I had other plans for the afternoon, and so I quickly changed into my swimsuit, eager to explore the hotel’s amenities.

The pool area was located on the rooftop, offering a breathtaking view of the city. As I stepped out onto the deck, the warm sun kissed my pale skin, and I felt a surge of freedom. The pool was inviting, its crystal-clear water shimmering under the afternoon sun. And to my delight, I was the only one there.

I slipped out of my cover-up, revealing my red hair cascading down my back and my blue eyes sparkling with mischief. My swimsuit, a skimpy red bikini, accentuated my lean, toned body. I felt a thrill as I realized I was completely alone, with no one to judge or interrupt my little adventure.

I dipped my toes into the water, feeling the coolness against my heated skin. The pool was deserted, and I had the entire place to myself. I decided to take advantage of the privacy and indulge in a little pleasure.

I walked over to one of the pool jets, a powerful stream of water shooting upwards. I positioned myself in front of it, feeling the water cascade over my shoulders and back. The sensation was heavenly, and I closed my eyes, letting out a soft moan as the water massaged my tense muscles.

As I leaned into the jet, I felt my nipples harden against the fabric of my bikini top. The water pressure was intense, and I couldn’t help but imagine it was a strong pair of hands caressing my body. I slowly moved my hips, letting the jet tease my sensitive skin.

My hands found their way to my breasts, cupping them through the wet fabric. I pinched my nipples, rolling them between my fingers, imagining someone else doing the same. The sensation was electric, and I bit my lower lip to stifle a moan. I was getting turned on, and there was no one around to witness my little show.

I slid my hand down my body, my fingers trailing along my flat stomach and reaching the waistband of my bikini bottoms. With a gentle tug, I pulled them down, exposing my bare pussy. The cool air sent a shiver down my spine, and I spread my legs slightly, giving myself a better view.

My pussy was already glistening with arousal, and I couldn’t resist touching myself. I slid a finger along my slit, feeling my wetness coat my skin. I found my clit, swollen and sensitive, and began to rub it in slow circles. The pleasure was intense, and I leaned my head back, letting the water from the jet cascade over my face.

I imagined someone watching me, their eyes dark with desire as they witnessed my public display. The thought made my pussy clench, and I inserted a finger inside myself, moaning softly as I began to fuck myself with my own hand. The water jet provided the perfect backdrop, its steady stream adding to the rhythm of my fingers.

“Oh yes, fuck me,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with need. I increased the pace, my fingers plunging in and out of my dripping wet hole. I was so turned on, my body on fire with desire. I pictured a stranger joining me, their hands gripping my hips as they thrust into me from behind.

As I neared my climax, I felt a sudden rush of embarrassment and excitement. What if someone did see me? The thought sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, and I let out a loud cry as my orgasm washed over me. My pussy clenched around my fingers, and I came hard, my juices flowing freely.

I stood there for a moment, catching my breath, my body trembling from the intense release. As I opened my eyes, I noticed a figure standing by the pool entrance, watching me with a mixture of shock and fascination. It was a young man, a hotel employee, his eyes locked on my naked form.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, his face flushing. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I was just… I thought you might need some help.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of satisfaction. “Oh, don’t be sorry,” I purred, my voice laced with seduction. “I was just enjoying the pool. And you’re right, I did need some help… with something else entirely.”

The man’s eyes widened, taking in my naked body, still glistening from the water and my own juices. I could see the desire in his gaze, and I knew he had been watching me for a while. I took a step towards him, my body still tingling from my orgasm.

“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice low and sultry.

“J-Jake,” he managed to reply, his eyes never leaving my body.

“Well, Jake,” I said, reaching out and running my fingers along his strong jawline. “Why don’t you come a little closer and help me with this?” I gestured to my wet pussy, still throbbing from my recent climax.

Jake’s eyes darkened, and without a word, he closed the distance between us. He was tall and muscular, his hands rough from manual labor. He reached for my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh.

“You’re a naughty one, aren’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot on my neck.

“Oh, you have no idea,” I replied, my voice breathless.

He spun me around, pressing my body against the pool’s edge. I could feel the rough texture of the tiles against my bare skin as he lifted my leg, resting my foot on the edge of the pool. I was completely exposed, my pussy on full display.

Jake’s hands found my breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly. I arched my back, pushing my chest into his hands, encouraging his touch. He leaned down, his mouth finding my nipple through the wet fabric of my bikini top, and sucked it hungrily. I moaned, my hands gripping the pool’s edge as he pleasured me.

“You like that, don’t you, Mary Ellen?” he growled, his voice rough with desire.

I nodded, unable to form words as he continued to tease my sensitive nipples with his tongue and teeth. His hands traveled down my body, his fingers dipping into my wetness, making me gasp.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said, his voice filled with wonder. “I can’t believe I get to do this.”

He positioned himself between my legs, his hard cock pressing against my entrance. I was ready, my body craving his. He thrust forward, filling me in one smooth motion. I cried out, my back arching as his length stretched me, filling me with a delicious fullness.

“Oh god, yes!” I exclaimed, my hands gripping his shoulders.

Jake began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the air, echoing off the pool walls. I looked around, my eyes wild with pleasure, knowing that anyone could walk in on us at any moment. The thought only heightened my arousal.

“Fuck me harder, Jake,” I demanded, my voice hoarse. “Make me come again.”

He obliged, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he pounded into me. The sensation was incredible, his cock hitting all the right spots. I felt my orgasm building, my body tensing with anticipation.

“That’s it, Mary Ellen,” he grunted. “Come all over my cock.”

His words were all I needed, and I exploded around him, my pussy contracting and milking his shaft. Jake followed soon after, his hips jerking as he filled me with his hot cum.

We stood there, panting, our bodies still joined, as we caught our breath. I turned to face him, my hands caressing his chest.

“That was incredible,” I whispered, my eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

“It was,” he agreed, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “But I think we should take this somewhere more private. My break is almost over, and I have a feeling you’re not done with me yet.”

I laughed, a wicked gleam in my eye. “You’re right, Jake. This is just the beginning. Let’s go to my room, where we can really explore each other.”

Hand in hand, we left the pool area, our bodies still buzzing with the aftermath of our passionate encounter. I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the weekend had in store for us.

The Milkshake Shack Affair

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I couldn’t take my eyes off him as I sat in the booth at The Milkshake Shack, a retro diner with its vintage charm. The place was buzzing with the usual after-work crowd, but my attention was solely on Ben, the young waiter who had just taken my order. His youthful energy and captivating smile had caught my eye the moment he approached my table.

I was a confident woman in her prime, at the age of 50, with a taste for the finer things in life. My brown hair, styled in soft waves, framed my green eyes and emphasized my high cheekbones. My body, with its shapely curves and perky C-cup breasts, defied the typical expectations of a woman my age. I knew I had a certain allure, and I wasn’t afraid to use it.

Ben, on the other hand, was a fresh-faced college student, probably in his early twenties. His sandy blonde hair fell perfectly across his forehead, and his bright blue eyes sparkled with youthful innocence. He had a lean, athletic build, and his uniform—a simple white t-shirt and black jeans—hugged his body in all the right places.

As he took my order for a burger and a milkshake, I couldn’t help but notice his nervousness. His hands fidgeted slightly as he wrote down my request, and his voice cracked a little when he asked if I needed anything else. I found his shyness endearing, and I felt a familiar thrill at the prospect of a new adventure.

I watched him walk away, his slender hips swaying slightly under the tight fabric of his jeans. There was something raw and primal about the way he moved, and I felt a tingle between my thighs as I imagined those long, lean legs wrapped around me. I knew I had to have him.

When he returned with my food, I made sure to strike up a conversation, asking him about his studies and his plans for the future. His face lit up as he talked about his passion for art and his dream of becoming a graphic designer. I listened intently, hanging on his every word, making him feel like he was the most fascinating person in the room.

As the diner began to empty, I decided it was time to make my move. I pulled out a napkin and scribbled my number on it with a bold, red lipstick. “Call me,” I said, my voice low and sultry, as I handed him the napkin. “I’d love to hear more about your dreams.”

Ben’s eyes widened in surprise, and a blush crept up his neck. “I-I will,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you, Ms…?”

“Madeline,” I purred, leaning forward to give him a glimpse of my cleavage. “Just call me Madeline.”

He nodded, his eyes glued to my lips, and I knew he would be dialing my number as soon as his shift ended.

True to my prediction, my phone buzzed later that night. I answered with a smile, recognizing the number on the screen. “Hello, Ben,” I purred into the receiver.

“Hi, Madeline,” he said, his voice a little unsteady. “I, um, wanted to thank you for dinner and… well, I was wondering if I could see you again?”

I bit my lip to hide a smile. “Of course, darling. Why don’t you come over to my place? I’ll give you directions.”

His voice grew even softer. “Okay… I’ll be there soon.”

Hanging up the phone, I felt a surge of excitement. I had a reputation for being a cougar, a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. And tonight, I wanted Ben.

I prepared for his arrival, lighting scented candles and putting on a playlist of soft jazz. I chose a sheer black negligee that accentuated my curves and left little to the imagination. I wanted to make an impression, to show him that age was just a number when it came to passion and desire.

The doorbell rang, and my heart raced as I went to greet my young suitor. When I opened the door, Ben stood there, looking even more delectable than I remembered. His eyes widened as he took in my appearance, his gaze traveling from my face down to the sheer fabric that clung to my body.

“Wow,” he breathed, his voice hoarse. “You look… incredible.”

I smiled, stepping aside to let him in. “Come in, Ben. Make yourself comfortable.”

He entered, his eyes darting around the room, taking in the elegant furnishings and the soft glow of the candles. I led him to the living room, where a bottle of wine and two glasses awaited.

“Would you like some wine?” I asked, pouring a glass for myself and offering him the bottle.

He nodded, taking the bottle and pouring himself a generous amount. “I’m not usually this nervous,” he admitted, taking a sip.

I laughed, a throaty sound that made him shiver. “It’s adorable. But there’s no need to be nervous, Ben. I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”

I sat beside him on the couch, close enough that our thighs touched. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I knew he was aware of my proximity.

“So, Ben,” I began, my voice low and seductive, “tell me more about your dreams. What is it that you truly desire?”

His eyes met mine, and I saw a mixture of desire and uncertainty. “I want to create art that moves people,” he said, his voice gaining strength. “I want to make a difference, to leave my mark on the world.”

“And what about your desires of the flesh?” I asked, leaning closer, my breath warm on his neck. “What do you crave in the depths of the night?”

Ben’s breath quickened, and I could see the bulge in his jeans growing. “I… I’ve always wanted to be with someone who knows what they want,” he confessed. “Someone who can show me… things.”

I smiled, my hand reaching for his, entwining our fingers. “I can show you things, Ben. But first, I want to taste you.”

Before he could respond, I leaned in and captured his lips with mine. The kiss was electric, and I felt his body tense as I explored his mouth with my tongue. He tasted of wine and youth, and I moaned softly, encouraging him to deepen the kiss.

My hand moved to his thigh, sliding up slowly, and I felt his muscles tense beneath my touch. I could feel his hardness straining against his jeans, and I wanted to set it free. With practiced ease, I unbuttoned his fly and slid my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing cock.

Ben gasped into my mouth, his hands clutching at my shoulders. I stroked him slowly, enjoying the feel of his length and the way he twitched in response to my touch. I wanted to drive him wild, to show him the pleasure an experienced woman could bring.

Breaking the kiss, I whispered, “Let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we?”

He nodded, his eyes glazed with desire. I led him down the hall, the candles casting a warm glow on our naked skin. My negligee had long since been discarded, and I reveled in the feel of his hands roaming over my body.

The bedroom was bathed in soft light, and I pushed Ben onto the bed, following him down, my body covering his. I kissed him hungrily, my tongue dueling with his as I ground my hips against his, our bare skin creating a delicious friction.

“I want you inside me,” I whispered against his lips, my hand guiding his cock to my entrance. “But first, I want to taste you, to show you how much I’ve been craving this.”

With that, I slid down his body, my hair trailing over his stomach as I took his length into my mouth. I heard his sharp intake of breath as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting his salty pre-cum. I took him deep, my throat muscles working to accommodate his girth.

Ben’s hands tangled in my hair, his hips thrusting gently as he surrendered to the pleasure I was giving him. I looked up at him, my green eyes meeting his blue ones, and I smiled around his shaft, letting him see the pleasure I took in pleasing him.

I sucked and licked, using my tongue and lips to drive him wild. I teased his sensitive tip, swirling my tongue around it before taking him deep again. His moans filled the room, and I knew he was close.

“I’m gonna cum, Madeline,” he gasped, his hands tightening in my hair.

I increased the pace, sucking and stroking him with fervor. I wanted to taste his release, to feel his hot seed on my tongue. And then, with a strangled cry, he came, his hips bucking as he filled my mouth with his essence.

I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him. I licked him clean, my tongue tracing the length of his shaft before giving one final, lingering kiss to the head of his cock.

Ben lay there, panting, his body spent and satisfied. I crawled up his body, my breasts brushing against his chest, and kissed him softly.

“That was incredible,” he breathed, his eyes full of wonder.

I smiled, my hand stroking his cheek. “We’re just getting started, darling. Now it’s my turn to show you how good it can be.”

And with that, I positioned myself above him, guiding his still-hard cock to my entrance. I lowered myself slowly, taking him inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside me.

I began to move, riding him with slow, deliberate strokes. I leaned forward, my breasts brushing his face, and kissed him deeply, my tongue mimicking the rhythm of our bodies. Ben’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he thrust up to meet my descent.

“Oh, fuck, Madeline,” he groaned into my mouth. “You feel so good.”

I smiled against his lips, increasing the pace, riding him harder. I wanted to show him the power of an experienced woman, to make him understand that age was irrelevant when it came to raw, unbridled passion.

I rode him relentlessly, my body slick with sweat, my moans filling the room. I felt my own orgasm building, a delicious tension coiling in my core.

“Cum for me, Ben,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Let go and feel the pleasure I can give you.”

His hands found my nipples, pinching and rolling them as I rode him. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure through my body, and I cried out, my climax crashing over me like a wave.

“Madeline!” Ben shouted, his voice raw as he followed me over the edge. His cock twitched inside me, pulsing as he filled me with his hot seed.

We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat. I kissed his neck, his chest, leaving a trail of soft bites and kisses as I savored the afterglow.

“I’ve never experienced anything like that,” he whispered, his breath warm on my skin.

I smiled, nuzzling his neck. “Age is just a number, Ben. And tonight, you’ve learned that experience can be the most powerful aphrodisiac.”

As we lay there, sated and satisfied, I knew that this was just the beginning. Ben had unlocked a new world of pleasure, and I was eager to explore every inch of it with him.

The Car Wash Climax

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I thought it would be a quick and mundane task to get my car washed, but it turned out to be an unexpectedly arousing experience, one that left me both satisfied and embarrassed. It all started on a sunny afternoon, when I found myself at the local car wash.

As I drove my little red convertible into the automated car wash, the warm summer breeze played with my short blonde hair, and I felt a tingle of excitement, not knowing what the day had in store for me. The car wash was one of those drive-through tunnels, with large spinning brushes and colorful soaps that always reminded me of a psychedelic disco. I put my car in neutral and let the conveyor belt guide me forward, anticipating the refreshing clean my car was about to receive.

The car slowly inched its way through the tunnel, the mechanical arms and brushes reaching out to caress its surface. As the warm soapy water sprayed against the windshield, I felt a different kind of warmth spreading through my body. I was alone in the car, and the rhythmic motion of the conveyor belt combined with the gentle rocking of the car wash was unexpectedly arousing. I looked around, realizing that the tinted windows and the noisy machinery would provide the perfect cover for a quick, naughty release.

My mind began to wander, imagining the young, handsome attendant who had greeted me at the entrance. He had a mischievous smile and deep brown eyes that seemed to see right through me. I pictured him watching me from a hidden camera, his gaze fixed on my body as I sat there, vulnerable and exposed. The thought of being observed sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew I had to act on this sudden urge.

I reached down and gently lifted my skirt, revealing my smooth, bare thighs. The cool air-conditioned air teased my sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to form. My fingers found their way to the waistband of my black lace panties, and I slowly slid them down, exposing my neatly trimmed pussy. It was already glistening with arousal, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch myself.

With one hand on the steering wheel, I guided the car forward, while my other hand began to explore my body. I gently caressed my inner thighs, slowly circling closer and closer to my aching clit. The anticipation was building, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan as my fingers finally made contact with my sensitive bud.

I started to rub slow circles around my clit, teasing myself, building up the pleasure. The car wash provided a perfect backdrop for my solo performance, the rhythmic splashing of water and the soft hum of the machinery blending with my own growing desire. I closed my eyes, picturing the young attendant, his eyes locked on my naked body, watching me pleasure myself.

My fingers moved faster, stroking my clit with firm, deliberate strokes. I imagined him stroking his hard cock as he watched, his breath fogging up the camera lens. The thought of being his secret fantasy fueled my own desire, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I began to rub my clit with urgency, my breath coming in short gasps. The car wash seemed to sense my rising passion, as if it was conspiring with me, the warm water spraying in perfect rhythm with my strokes. My body tensed, every muscle tightening as I approached the peak of pleasure.

Just as I was about to climax, the car emerged from the tunnel, the bright sunlight momentarily blinding me. I cried out, my body convulsing with a powerful orgasm. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

As I slowly came down from my high, I realized the car had stopped moving, and I was now at the exit of the car wash. I quickly composed myself, adjusting my skirt and smoothing my hair, hoping no one had noticed my post-orgasmic glow.

That’s when I saw him. The young attendant was standing by the exit, a smirk playing on his lips. He leaned against the wall, his muscular arms crossed, and his eyes locked on me. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, knowing he had seen everything.

“Enjoy your car wash, ma’am?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

I could barely meet his gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable. I nodded, my throat dry, unable to form words.

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You seemed to have a really good time in there. I hope the show was worth it.”

My eyes widened as I followed his gaze upwards. To my horror, a small monitor was mounted on the wall, displaying a live feed from inside the car wash. There I was, captured on camera, my fingers working furiously between my legs, my face contorted in ecstasy.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, my face burning with shame and arousal.

The attendant laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. I just couldn’t help but notice your… enthusiasm. It’s not every day we get such an entertaining show.”

I felt a mix of emotions—humiliation, excitement, and a strange sense of empowerment. I had been caught, but there was something exhilarating about being seen, about knowing my secret pleasure had been witnessed.

“Well, I guess I should be going,” I said, my voice steady despite my racing heart. I started the engine, eager to escape the situation, but also feeling a strange sense of loss.

“Drive safe, and come back anytime,” he called out as I drove away. “We’ll be waiting for an encore performance.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I drove off, my heart still pounding. The experience had been both mortifying and exhilarating, and I knew I would never look at a car wash the same way again. The thought of being watched, of exposing my most intimate moments, had awakened a new desire within me, one that I was eager to explore further.

As I drove home, I felt a sense of anticipation, knowing that this was just the beginning of a new, exciting chapter in my sexual journey. The young attendant’s smirk and the memory of my exhibitionistic thrill would stay with me, fueling my fantasies and leaving me hungry for more.

A Seductive Bargain

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I knew I was in a tight spot. My house desperately needed some renovations, but my bank account was looking rather dismal. I had heard about Jeff, the contractor, from a friend who claimed he did amazing work. But I was certain his services would come with a hefty price tag. Still, I decided to give it a shot, hoping I could find a way to convince him to lower his rates. After all, I had my charms, and I wasn’t afraid to use them.

I prepared myself for his visit, wanting to make a good impression. I chose a short, tight skirt, knowing it would ride up easily, and a low-cut blouse that showcased my ample cleavage. I left my panties in the drawer, feeling the smooth bare skin of my pussy as I walked. I wanted to be prepared for any opportunity that might present itself.

As I heard the doorbell ring, my heart raced with anticipation. I took a deep breath, smoothed out my skirt, and opened the door with a warm smile. Jeff stood there, tall and muscular, with a tool belt strapped around his waist. His eyes widened slightly as he took in my appearance, and I felt a rush of power.

“Hi, I’m Jane,” I said, extending my hand. “You must be Jeff. Please, come in.”

He stepped inside, his gaze lingering on my body for a moment before he shook my hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Jane. I’m here to take a look at the work you need done.” His voice was deep and rough, sending a shiver down my spine.

I led him through the house, pointing out the areas that needed attention. As we walked, I made sure my skirt swayed with each step, offering glimpses of my bare thighs. I could see his eyes darting towards my legs, and I knew he had noticed my lack of underwear.

“So, what do you think?” I asked, leaning against the kitchen counter, crossing my legs to give him a better view. “I know it’s a lot of work, but I’m hoping we can come to an agreement.”

Jeff cleared his throat, his eyes flicking up to meet mine. “Well, it’s a big job. I can give you a quote, but it won’t be cheap.”

I bit my lip, feigning disappointment. “Oh, I was hoping for something more… affordable. I really need these renovations, but I’m on a tight budget.” I let my hand rest on my thigh, slowly inching my skirt up, revealing more of my smooth, bare skin.

He shifted his weight, his eyes fixed on the exposed flesh of my upper thighs. “I might be able to work something out,” he said, his voice hoarse. “What did you have in mind?”

I smiled, a playful glint in my eyes. “I’m a woman of few resources, but I’m willing to offer something of value in exchange for your services.” I slowly stood up, moving closer to him, and whispered, “I’m offering myself, Jeff. Six months of my body, on demand, for all the renovations I want.”

His eyes widened, and I could see the bulge in his pants growing. “You’re serious?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

I nodded, my hand reaching out to brush against his hardening cock through his pants. “Very serious. I want you, and I want these renovations. It’s a fair trade, don’t you think?”

Jeff’s breath quickened, and he placed his hand over mine, guiding it firmly against his erection. “I think we can definitely work something out, Jane. Six months of having you whenever I want… that’s a deal I can’t refuse.”

I let out a soft, breathy laugh, my fingers curling around his thick shaft. “Good. Then it’s settled. I’ll sign any contract you want, but first…” I dropped to my knees in front of him, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. “I want to seal the deal with a little taste.”

Jeff’s hands found their way into my hair, guiding me as I pulled his pants down, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. It was already glistening with pre-cum, and I couldn’t wait to taste him. I leaned forward, licking the tip, savoring the salty flavor on my tongue.

“Oh, fuck, Jane,” he groaned, his hips thrusting forward slightly. “You’re incredible.”

I took him into my mouth, sucking hungrily, my lips sliding up and down his length. I loved the feel of his cock against my tongue, the way it filled my mouth, and the way he moaned above me. I cupped his balls with one hand, massaging them gently as I continued to pleasure him.

“I can’t hold back much longer,” he warned, his voice strained.

I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted to feel him explode in my mouth, to taste his cum, and to know that this deal was sealed in the most intimate way possible. I increased the pace, bobbing my head faster, taking him deeper, my hand stroking his shaft in sync with my mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Jeff’s hands tightened in my hair, and his hips bucked as he erupted. I swallowed eagerly, relishing the warmth of his release, feeling it coat my throat as he emptied himself into my mouth.

As his orgasm subsided, I licked him clean, savoring every last drop. I stood up, my eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “That was just a taste of what I can offer, Jeff. I hope you’re ready for more.”

He adjusted his pants, still breathing heavily. “I’m definitely ready, Jane. And I can’t wait to get started on these renovations… and on you.”

I laughed, feeling a thrill of excitement. “Then let’s get this contract drawn up, and we can begin. I can’t wait to see what the next six months have in store for us.”

As I led him towards my study to finalize the details, I knew this arrangement would be mutually beneficial. I would get my dream renovations, and Jeff would get six months of uninhibited access to my body. It was a deal I was more than happy to make, and I couldn’t wait to explore the possibilities that lay ahead.

Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a steamy, passionate journey that would change my life in ways I never imagined.