Every so often I put on a little "show" here

I am soaked already. You know me too well, that's why you're doing this to me. I really do have work. I'll have to be that nasty cunt you know later, you fuck. Let me go.

Bitch, you're free to go whenever you want.. But you know you can't... Until the very last moment... You need that public humiliation to make your cunt throb just that much more...
 
Bitch, you're free to go whenever you want.. But you know you can't... Until the very last moment... You need that public humiliation to make your cunt throb just that much more...

I'll do something after that brunch--maybe something on the way back to the hotel, in the car or something. I promise.
 
Be my guest Cat. And you can call me Helen, when you're not calling me by the other nasty names I'm used to.

I'd really like to be your personal dresser, I think, Helen, and if we were taking that cinema trip, I think we'd start the evening off at home, getting you nicely done up. A mid-thigh A-line skirt that's always in danger of lifting up in drafts. No panties (of course!) and that halterneck, lined top we mentioned (I'm really going to have to make that). The top is made up of holes that are fully big enough for your nectarous nipples to pop through but the lining is loose inside so that it can slip around and be removed.

We head off for the cinema, me escorting you and keeping an eye on that skirt - we don't want it revealing too much too soon.

At the cinema we choose just the right kind of movie; we're the only women in the theatre. After 20 minutes, when it's pretty sure that all the men around us are starting to get their dicks out in order to enjoy the movie better (the movie's pretty hot), I whisper instructions to you. You don't hesitate. You stand up and stretch, like you've been sitting too long, exposing your lower ass cheeks in the process (the film is quite bright and gives enough light to see by). There's a stirring among the men behind who caught a glimpse.

I whisper again. You accidentally drop your empty popcorn packet on the seat in front of you, so you lean over to pick it up, giving the men behind a real eye full. There's mutterings all around as the guys behind us start letting people in the rest of the theatre know what's happening. We're aware of guys moving closer. You sit down and, again, as instructed, you slip the lining of your halterneck down to your waist, leaving the halterneck itself in place. Without being teased through or encouraged at all, your tremendous teats pop through the open work fabric. There's a gasp from all around us and men are now openly hanging over seats and edging in closer to see if what they think they can see is real, the porno film on the screen is now being ignored. A guy getting in between you and the light from the screen is told to get out of the way. One of the guys gets bold and, guessing that you're no innocent flower, asks if you would let them see more. You look to me and I nod permission.

You climb up to sit on the back of seat with your feet on the arms of the seat. You hike up your skirt and spread your legs wide. I reach up to pinch and stroke your munificent mammaries until they're displayed in their full glory. Then I make sure that your perfect pussy is glistening in the screen light.

After the guys in the theatre have all left an even more sticky mess than usual for the poor cleaners, you slip the lining of your top down past your hips and we walk home with your nefarious nipples being ogled by every passerby.

:cattail: :kiss:
 
I'd really like to be your personal dresser, I think, Helen, and if we were taking that cinema trip, I think we'd start the evening off at home, getting you nicely done up. A mid-thigh A-line skirt that's always in danger of lifting up in drafts. No panties (of course!) and that halterneck, lined top we mentioned (I'm really going to have to make that). The top is made up of holes that are fully big enough for your nectarous nipples to pop through but the lining is loose inside so that it can slip around and be removed.

We head off for the cinema, me escorting you and keeping an eye on that skirt - we don't want it revealing too much too soon.

At the cinema we choose just the right kind of movie; we're the only women in the theatre. After 20 minutes, when it's pretty sure that all the men around us are starting to get their dicks out in order to enjoy the movie better (the movie's pretty hot), I whisper instructions to you. You don't hesitate. You stand up and stretch, like you've been sitting too long, exposing your lower ass cheeks in the process (the film is quite bright and gives enough light to see by). There's a stirring among the men behind who caught a glimpse.

I whisper again. You accidentally drop your empty popcorn packet on the seat in front of you, so you lean over to pick it up, giving the men behind a real eye full. There's mutterings all around as the guys behind us start letting people in the rest of the theatre know what's happening. We're aware of guys moving closer. You sit down and, again, as instructed, you slip the lining of your halterneck down to your waist, leaving the halterneck itself in place. Without being teased through or encouraged at all, your tremendous teats pop through the open work fabric. There's a gasp from all around us and men are now openly hanging over seats and edging in closer to see if what they think they can see is real, the porno film on the screen is now being ignored. A guy getting in between you and the light from the screen is told to get out of the way. One of the guys gets bold and, guessing that you're no innocent flower, asks if you would let them see more. You look to me and I nod permission.

You climb up to sit on the back of seat with your feet on the arms of the seat. You hike up your skirt and spread your legs wide. I reach up to pinch and stroke your munificent mammaries until they're displayed in their full glory. Then I make sure that your perfect pussy is glistening in the screen light.

After the guys in the theatre have all left an even more sticky mess than usual for the poor cleaners, you slip the lining of your top down past your hips and we walk home with your nefarious nipples being ogled by every passerby.

:cattail: :kiss
Thanks. I'm just in a stall at a restaurant ladies room after a business lunch, really. I promised someone I might do something adventuresome on my way back and I came upon this surprise. So, I'm masturbating but I don't want to hang around too long (there are only two stalls). I'm not far from my hotel, but I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet. Any suggestions? I'm in a business suit, crisp white blouse, and my favorite brown simulated croc heels (Blahniks). I am wearing a bra and underwear. I had to wear the bra in case it was too hot and I had to take off my jacket. It's not a great bra either--it's kind of industrial strength. Anyway, let me get out of here. Later.
 
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Oh, ok. Would you have me show off around women too?

Of course but men are so much more easily teased.

When it comes to women, the nice seating areas in fancy restaurant bathrooms are good places. Women with their guard down, furniture, mirrors, and excuse to be adjusting clothing.... hmmm.....
 
Not ownership exactly, erm, well, actually maybe it would be. You're making me think Sister and it's late :confused:

If you're tired I can tell you about my little side trip back another time. I stopped into a cheapo department store to get a two piece bathing suit, flip-flops, and a beach cover-up (basically a long t-shirt). I told the salesgirl I was going right to the pool so I put it on in the dressing room and she gave me hangers and a bag for what I came in wearing. Then I went to a few different places to use the restrooms, but I would take the suit or part of the suit off and go to the next place like that.
 
If you're tired I can tell you about my little side trip back another time. I stopped into a cheapo department store to get a two piece bathing suit, flip-flops, and a beach cover-up (basically a long t-shirt). I told the salesgirl I was going right to the pool so I put it on in the dressing room and she gave me hangers and a bag for what I came in wearing. Then I went to a few different places to use the restrooms, but I would take the suit or part of the suit off and go to the next place like that.

Losing a piece each time?
 
If you're tired I can tell you about my little side trip back another time. I stopped into a cheapo department store to get a two piece bathing suit, flip-flops, and a beach cover-up (basically a long t-shirt). I told the salesgirl I was going right to the pool so I put it on in the dressing room and she gave me hangers and a bag for what I came in wearing. Then I went to a few different places to use the restrooms, but I would take the suit or part of the suit off and go to the next place like that.

I guess I should mention it since you don't really know me, but obviously I masturbated in the dressing room and ladies rooms.
 
I guess I should mention it since you don't really know me, but obviously I masturbated in the dressing room and ladies rooms.

I've been getting the idea from your previous posts :D
I'd really like to have been following you around that day!
 
Well people see me in the coffee shop, or store, or bar walking in relatively decent, and just assume, I'm still decent sitting there or whatever. I never took the cover-up off obviously.

But pieces were missing underneath! Lovely..
 
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