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 ï>¿Berlin byCliteroticMagsÂ(C)

   My name's Magsie and, with the help of my boyfriend I'm going to tell
you about one of my best adventures ever.  Even though it happened a while
ago, remembering it still inflames my very core.

   I'd settled down by myself in front of the telly one night when I was on
my own and had idly started to watch a documentary about the Berlin Love
Parade, because everything else seemed to be to do with football. 
Gradually, however, I began to get absorbed and, at the first commercial
break, I started to record it.  I was amazed to see masses of people
walking about in public, some of them with virtually no clothes on, some in
some quite elaborate fancy dress, but what appealed to me was the natural
and relaxed way they were all exhibiting their sexuality.

   The filming was peppered with several interviews and it was obvious that
all those taking part were thoroughly enjoying themselves.  Indeed, one
couple seemed to be getting rather aroused as the woman sat on a high stool
with her husband standing by her side.  The little waistcoat the wife was
wearing kept parting to let her nipples peep out.  Her husband was stroking
her legs as they talked to the interviewer and her mini-skirt had ridden
high enough up her thighs to show the bare skin above her stocking tops. 
She quite frankly told the interviewer that she was getting very sexually
aroused and loved the idea of being watched by all the people who would see
the programme.  As her husband's hands stroked her stockings, her knees
began to part and the camera got glimpses of her pussy.  He said that he
was very proud of her and relished the idea that other people found her
sexy.  She seemed to be having trouble breathing as she spoke.

   The film moved to another couple of women, one of whom was leading the
other on a collar and lead.  All the one being led had on was a little
gauzy mini skirt and she was clearly enjoying the occasional swish of a
switch across her backside which was making her whole upper body quiver
with pleasure.  She confessed to the camera that she loved being told what
to do and that she would obey her mistress absolutely.  She was standing
meekly in front of her mistress as she said this and you could quite
obviously discern the outline of her pussy and her very pert and erect
naked titties.

   I had started, almost sub-consciously, to loosen the silk bathrobe I was
wearing and had begun to fantasise that I was there with my boyfriend as my
hands started to caress my breasts and play with my nipples.  How wonderful
to be there and experience the real thing, I thought.  Then I got a nice
surprise -- at the end of the programme I suddenly realized that it was a
review of the last year's parade and that the current parade was in about 4
week's time.

   I sat there playing with myself, imagining how I would feel to be so
daring in public in front of so many people and I must admit that recently
I'd begun to dress much more sexily when going out as these fantasies grew
on me.  Now, however, the robe fell apart and it was in this state of high
arousal that my boyfriend found me when he came in.

   I jumped up and gave him a big kiss, then got him a G&T and said 'come
and sit down and watch a programme I've just recorded as I think you will
like it' I deliberately sat opposite him so I could unobtrusively watch his
expression.  I was feeling so horny and the fact that I was stark naked
under the robe was keeping me acutely aware of my stalky nipples and
clitty.

   I could tell that he was enjoying the programme, in fact he was almost
salivating.  He said more than once or twice how much he'd have liked to
have been there.  This was more than I was hoping for and I prayed that
he'd not miss the fact that we could still probably get to this year's
show, if we really wanted to.  I shyly confessed to him that I'd had
fantasies about trying this sort of public exhibitionism for ages as I
started to caress myself again.  I'd been at the brink for so long that the
instant my finger tips found my clitty I felt several climaxes and my pussy
became wetter than I'd ever known it before.

   He looked dunbfounded as I groaned involuntarily with lust and I heard
him exclaim 'look, it all starts again in about a month.  How would you
like to go?  I'm owed a week's holiday and what better way to use it.'

   'Oh yes' I gasped 'please let's do it' and I frigged myself
remorselessly in front of him to yet another shattering peak.

   Next day we fixed up a flight and 3 night's accommodation as easy as
winking and then I turned my thoughts to what I'd wear at the parade.  My
boyfriend suggested that I should select items that could be removed
easily, one by one.  We eventually settled on a very light cropped cardigan
with a semi see-through bikini top, a hipster mini-skirt which was buttoned
up the front, some tiny, wispy transparent panties that were more a wish
than a promise, a large red bead necklace and my strappy red leather shoes
(my tart's trotters as HE calls them).

   I could hardly wait for the Friday night to arrive on which we were due
to fly out.  I'd put on a silky blouse and a mauve skirt with just a light
bomber jacket.  I'd been made to refrain from any sort of sexual activity
for nearly 10 days and I was feeling unbelievably frisky.  On the plane, I
grabbed the window seat, leaving my boyfriend the outer seat by the
gangway. 

   I slipped my jacket off as the plane taxied towards the runway and then
the engines revved up -- but I was so revved up myself that I was already
flying.  Before any time at all the light came on to unfasten our seat
belts.  I snuggled down in the corner and chatted to my boyfriend about how
excited I was, reaching for his hand and placing it on my thigh so he could
feel me all a-quiver.  I could tell I was getting very hot and sticky and
could also feel the lovely sensuous silk of my blouse as I wriggled in my
seat.

   But I needed a pee, so I worked my way up to the front where the toilet
was and after I had relieved myself had a look in the mirror.  I could see
the shape of my stalky nipples so I undid a button on my blouse to reveal a
bit more cleavage, then I turned my attention to the skirt.  With the
blouse not tucked in, I could turn down the waistband of the skirt several
times over as it was very light silk, until the hem had risen well over
half way up my thighs.  I'd had to undo the top fastening at the waist and
that enabled me to sit the skirt daringly low on my hips, but I thought it
was just OK. 

   Feeling more than slightly flushed and extremely randy I made my way
back down the aisle and was flattered by the admiring glances I got as I
passed along.  I reached my seat and as I sat down, I surreptitiously undid
another two buttons on the blouse as my bare bum made contact with the
seat's fabric.

   My boyfriend gave me a broad grin.  'Why don't you practice for the
parade by playing with yourself a bit?' 

   He knows me too well and, anyway, I needed no further encouragement. 
The man on the other side of the gangway seemed to be staring intently past
his wife out of the window on the opposite side of the plane, which was a
bit odd as it was pitch black.  Then my heart thumped as I realized that he
was using the window as a mirror to watch me.  A thrill ran right through
me and I decided to get more daring as my hands began to explore even more
for my captive audience.  I'm pretty sure my boyfriend was blissfully
unaware of this development and that made it even more thrilling and
naughty.

   I undid the bottom of the blouse and pushed the skirt right down, then
slipped my fingertips under the waistband's edge.  You could still see most
of my hand as I found the hood to my clitty which was throbbing beyond
belief.  That's how low the skirt now was.

   All the time I kept chatting to my boyfriend as if nothing was happening
but I was probably talking gibberish.  I knew the old chap was transfixed
as I had a series of mini climaxes.  I began to wonder how I was going to
control the desire for a real wank, when the captain announced that we were
15 minutes from touchdown and would we please fasten up again.  We may have
been going for touchdown but I was still hanging at 30,000 feet and I only
just managed to adjust my clothes before the stewardess came round to check
the seat belts. 

   We landed safely.  With my feet firmly on the ground although my legs
felt like jelly we went swiftly through customs and found a bus into town.
I kept having to pinch myself as I repeatedly silently asked 'am I really
going to do this?' 

   It was quite warm and early so, before we checked into the hotel, we had
a lovely evening stroll and were able to sit out and watch the world go by
from a table at the front of a delightful little cafÃ(C) as we caught up on
some food.  I must say I needed to catch my breath and my equilibrium as
well as the food.

   We'd decided that on the first of our three days we'd suss out what was
happening to get an idea of what went on.  After a lazy breakfast we
ventured out with me wearing a backless summer dress that hardly felt
there. We soon got the impression that the next day was really the main
one, being a Saturday, so we contented ourselves with a bit of sightseeing,
some more eating out and a lot of touchy feely play -- most of it very
public.  Everyone seemed in festival mood and I felt very naughty.  The
dress I'd donned with a light, loose fit made me feel extremely sexy and it
was once again making my nipples extra stalky.  To make matters worse, my
boyfriend couldn't seem to keep one hand off them while he caressed my bare
back with the other. 

   We met one couple who explained that they were old hands and that the
next day would really be like an informal carnival where you could do
whatever turned you on -- and -- with NO recriminations.  That made me very
excited and my randiness factor multiplied several times.

   The next day really did turn out bright, clear and sunny, with a promise
of early summer warmth.  I donned my bikini top, cardi, see through
panties, skirt, shoes and the beads and we were off to find the start of
the parade by about 1030.  Everybody was greeting each other and quite a
lot of the crowd were taking photos.  Several men wanted me to pause while
they snapped me, which was very flattering and I asked if I could undo my
cardi. 

   'Yes, of course' said my boyfriend, with a massive grin.  The he added
'Why don't you let it start to slide off your shoulders?' 

   I did and I began to feel increasingly wicked.  The skirt hardly fitted
on my hips -- it was less than 12" from waist to hem just skimming over my
mound.  The sun was beginning to feel quite warm and I took the cardi off
and put it in the carrier my boyfriend had brought.  My breasts were almost
popping out of the top (almost as far as his eyeballs.  His face was
priceless). 

   As we strolled I held on loosely to my fella's wrist so his hand kept
brushing my thigh.  I kept making him stop to kiss me and he could tell how
much I was enjoying myself as I got more and more passionate.  The orgasm
embargo was having the desired effect and my body felt as taut as a piano
string.  The crowds would clap and shout as we kissed and I kept whispering
to him how much I wanted him and how close I was to climaxing.  In fact I
begged him constantly for some release.

   'If you're really feeling abandoned' he replied 'why don't you play with
your breasts for me?  I'm sure all those cameramen would appreciate it too
and I'd be so proud of you.' 

   I started to stroke them through the bikini material and, glancing down,
could see my nipples making a bid for freedom.  Suddenly, I went goose
pimply all over as I realized he was gently tugging at the bows across my
back and at my neck.  He let the ties stay in place half undone and the top
became very loose indeed as I sauntered along. 

   'I'm going to be exposed' I gasped. 

   Before I could catch my breath I heard him say 'God, you are gorgeous'
and he plucked the top right off me. 

   I felt an intense rush of wetness between my legs.  The only saving
grace was that there were already some others who were flashing their
boobs. It was so intoxicating to walk along, so openly for the first time,
completely naked from the waist up.  I flounced along exaggerating the sway
of my hips and really flaunted myself at anyone who wanted me to pose for
them even as I implored him to touch my boobies whilst he kissed my neck
and shoulders. 

   After a little while longer he asked me if I'd like to take the skirt
off as well.  By now I was feeling so drunk with the lustful atmosphere
that I did so with no hesitation giving everybody a twirl as he added it to
the contents of our bag.

   Several guys came forward with cameras and asked if he would let me be
snapped with them so he asked me if I would be willing.  I confessed I'd
really love to if it would make him even more proud of me.  After I'd stood
side by side with two or three of them I had a sudden urge to become very
bold, putting my arm round the next one, then, with a giggle, inviting him
to cup my boob in his hand for his mate's camera.  Being touched in public
by complete strangers was beyond my wildest fantasies and soon a growing
group had gathered round who all wanted a turn.  It was all rather polite
but I felt so horny and fortunate to have such a generous boyfriend.  I
wished it could go on and on and I must also confess I had begun to wish
they would start touching some other very throbby parts of me but we moved
on down the street.

   In a bit, we came across several street cafes and picked one to stop at
for a much needed cooling glass of wine.  I so wanted something to slow me
down but, in the event, I drank the wine rather too fast and almost
immediately another one appeared.

   I could sense the added glow of the alcohol and when another full glass
materialized we twigged that they were being given to us by the proprietor
because of all our followers who were now propping up the bar too.  By the
time I'd drained my fourth glass I was feeling quite tipsy but in such a
good mood and so uninhibited that I went up and kissed the owner lightly on
the cheek, trembling all over as my boobs brushed against his shirt. 

   My boyfriend got him to stand behind me with his hands on the front of
my hips as he took several photos for the album.  I put my hands over this
guy's and I was severely tempted to draw them together over my pussy as his
erection nestled hotly in my bum crack.  Feeling even more sexy and wanton,
I held out my hand and led my fella back to re-join the parade. 

   Having been so excited by the effect it had had on me, I was now longing
to be touched up again and I started playing with my teats, telling my
boyfriend all the things I'd like to be done to me while he watched. 

   'Why don't you ease your panties down a bit?' he suggested as he caught
me rubbing my hand over my mound.  I slipped both fingers in under the
elastic and pushed a bit. 

   'Like this?' I asked, holding the panties away from my pussy so I could
see it in the gap. 

   As I did this, I felt his hand sliding my panties off my bottom and I
shivered yet again with delight.  'please play with my breasts as we walk'
I begged.  I got such a rush as he put his hand round me and began to
caress me.  Glancing down, I could see the tip of the trim little Mohican
haircut I'd given my pussy peeping out from my panties.  I was enjoying
this all so much but my boyfriend wanted a pee so we stopped at the next
cafÃ(C)/bar and off he went while I settled outside.

   The sun was lovely and warm and a number of other girls in the parade
were beginning to shed most of their clothes too.  I watched them go past
as I sipped an iced drink a waiter had brought.  When my b/f returned he
sat down opposite me and started urging me to play more blatantly with
myself. 

   As my fingertips traced over my gossamer panties in the warm sunshine, I
began to get very worked up indeed.  I held his gaze and basked in the way
I was turning him on too.  'Don't forget your pussy' he grinned.  Sitting
there in full view of the customers and the parade how could I, I thought
and my hands started to explore under the edge of the skimpy covering.  His
eyes were glinting with lust and he licked his lips as I eased them down a
bit more and began to stroke myself gently.

   In a little while just as I felt a wave of pleasure begin to take over
my senses he said 'Would you like to get rid of them completely and just
tie the necklace round your waist?' 

   My heart thumped with excitement at the thought.  'Oh, yes please' I
implored 'I'd love to'. 

   With that he leant forward and helped me do up the necklace around my
hips.  It was long enough for a double length to dangle down the front over
my swollen labia. 

   Then he barked 'raise your hips' and quick as a flash (ha ha) he'd
whipped my knickers right off and I was left with the beads falling down
the line of my engorged slit. 

   I opened my knees a few inches and the beads bumped tantalizingly
against my pussy.  I don't know which was more red -- the beads or what
they were rubbing. 

   'Watch me' I groaned as I rubbed the beads on my clitty. 

   My hips began to move as I pressed a little harder.  I smiled at a
couple of guys walking past and they waved back. 

   I couldn't stop.  'I need to come' I gasped 'please may I come?' 

   But he said 'Not yet' as he finished his wine, raised me to my feet as
he took my hand and led me back to the roadway once more.  The beads
swaying between my legs were producing ever increasing marvelous feelings
of lust and my clitty was aching beyond belief to be touched, rubbed and
squeezed.  I posed for several people with cameras as my b/f guided my hand
onto my honey pot. 

   Then a chap with a video camera started walking alongside us.  My b/f
stepped back a pace, then opened his arms towards me as if to say be our
guest

   I turned to hold onto my b/f's wrist whilst I ran my free hand through
my hair, toyed with my neck, then ran my hands over my breasts. 

   'Go for it' he said. 

   I slowed right down so he could walk backwards in front of us whilst
filming.  This was such a massive turn on.  The beads were still swinging
between my thighs and I was swaying my hips to accentuate their effect as I
acted the slutty vamp.  I let my hand descend over my stomach and into my
groin area.  I smiled at my boyfriend.  My pussy felt drenched. 

   'I never imagined how much doing this in public would turn me on' I
confessed.  The finger-pads of my free hand were tracing lightly over my
mound, mingling with the beads.  I touched, then pressed, them onto my
clitty.

   An orgasm exploded through me without warning and I almost stumbled to a
halt whilst it surged all over my trembling body.  I told my boyfriend what
had just happened and his look of concern turned into a lovely kiss which
sent a little aftershock through me again. 

   'I really am so proud of you today' he confided, 'you really are
blossoming as my sexy lady.' 

   I was thrilled.  My pussy felt so wet and swollen and I began to stroke
my neck again, working down over my body.  The video man came over and
asked me if I'd touch myself between the legs some more as he hadn't been
prepared for what had just happened.  I asked him what he meant. 

   'Why don't you start very slowly and tease the camera while you snuggle
up to your boyfriend?' he suggested. 

   We both sort of nodded and he got in position some yards ahead of us,
giving us a quick thumbs-up.  I gave my clitty a surreptitious little
squeeze and my fingers came away soaked.

   Looking straight at the camera, I licked and sucked them very
suggestively, then rubbed the moisture over my stalky nipples.  I could
feel the beads even more now as my love lips and clit were so engorged and
the anticipation of my next wank was making me tingle and tremble all over.
I reached down and teased my mound, wetting my lips with my tongue as I
gave my b/f a friendly nip on his ear lobe. 

   Then I turned my attention back to the camera.  My fingertips touched my
clitty and withdrew.  I gave my b/f another little hug and rubbed my
boobies on his arm, pushing my pussy against the back of his hand as I held
onto his wrist.  Then, moving away from him, I turned towards the camera,
arched my back and pressed the beads against my clit. 



   I glanced round and saw that a whole group of people were following us
and I nervously returned their smiles.  Women as well as men!



   Berlin Pt.  02

   BERLIN The flashing gets bolder

   I'm at the Love Parade in Berlin.  Part 1 of this story was all about
getting me there; I'm now making sure I've arrived in style!

   My hand was now rubbing my clitty quite vigorously and I could feel my
swollen love lips respond.  I sank two fingers into my pussy and felt the
walls of my vagina gripping hold of them.  Rubbing the wetness I'd released
all over my little man I started to ramp up the action.  I tried to pace
myself but that didn't stop three massive orgasms in quick succession.  I
wondered if the crowd knew what was happening but I was sure the guy with
the video would. 

   'I can't carry on anymore' I panted 'because I need you to fuck me so
much.' 

   My boyfriend hugged me, then guided me through the crowds, holding me up
on legs that would hardly support me as I continued to masturbate
frantically.  I was crying with frustration as he stopped at the edge of
the road and helped me slip on my top and skirt (he wouldn't give me back
my panties). 

   As I stood there still catching my breath the video guy came up to thank
us.  'If you'd give me an address, I'll send you a full copy of everything
I shot in a week or two' he said 'that was the most exciting thing I've
ever filmed - you are a natural and the camera loves you too.  I will
definitely enjoy looking at it whenever I feel a bit down, but it will only
be for my own use.  I'm just an amateur and a bit of a voyeur, so I hope
you like the results when you get them.'

   We found our way quite quickly somehow back to our hotel and after a
shower had a much needed meal in the bistro then I asked if we could go
back to our room.  It had quite a large balcony which overlooked the
street. My b/f lay down on the sun lounger and I sat astride him.  As we
chatted about the day's events and each new experience I started to get
very wet again.  So did he ha ha as he still refused to give me back my
panties. 

   I unzipped his trousers like the sex maniac that he'd released in me and
grabbed his cock and slid it right up my hungry cunt.  I could see the
crowds still milling about through the balcony railings and this just
increased my excitement.  I also found I could control how far he
penetrated me and began to ride him harder and harder.  That triggered a
series of massive orgasms in me that lasted for ages and ages until I fell
exhausted and contented across his chest.  I must have fallen asleep as I
lay there because I vaguely felt him lift me inside and into bed.  I
cuddled against him as he stroked me tenderly and I drifted into a deep
sleep, feeling all warm and secure.

   We still watch the video film from time to time and guess what we do
then.

   Next day, being Sunday, we had a bit of a lie in.  As I sprawled on the
bed, I could feel the warmth of the sunlight streaming in through the
balcony French window.  I moved the sheet from me and, as I stretched
spread-eagled on top of the covers, my b/f's head popped round the corner
of the window frame.  'I thought I heard you move at last; breakfast is
served ma'am.' 

   I slipped on a short silky robe and joined him on the balcony where he's
somehow got orange juice, croissants, cereals, bacon, fresh coffee and a
big bunch of flowers all out there without waking me.

   We lingered over breakfast, discussing what we'd do for the rest of the
day.  'Why don't we spend the rest of the morning here, have an early lunch
and then go to the park where I've been told they have all sorts of
activities - it's still all part of the Love Festival and is supposed to be
even more than yesterday - according to the hotel porter.' 

   I shivered and went all goose pimply, remembering how naughty I'd been.
'And I've found a leaflet of a multi-plex cinema that's showing all sorts
of erotic films' I responded 'could we go and try that as well?'

   That all seemed settled so as we'd finished eating, I asked him if he'd
like me to give him a shower.  I get very turned on being his servant girl.
I just love washing him and then kissing everywhere til his cum spurts all
over my face and body.  I let the robe fall open as he watched me.  I could
hear the movement of people and vehicles in the street below and shifted my
seat closer to the railings so I could look down as I touched myself.  What
a change has come over me I thought.  I'd never have been this daring just
48 hours ago.  It felt so good it was making me writhe with joy.  I half
closed my eyes, squinting at the cars going back and forth so I hadn't
noticed him go and fetch my special clitty vibrator til he touched my
thigh.

   When I saw it, I was very naughty and held my pussy open, imploring him
to turn it on and put the tip on my soaking little man.  'This is what team
work's all about' I panted.  'You make me such a wicked Magsie - it's
glorious' I gasped.  He slipped a finger into my pussy and then rubbed my
juices all round the rim of my other hole.  It felt exquisite, as he probed
it, then gently entered it til he had one finger sunk deep into each
entrance.  Entrance?  More like entranced I'd say.  The hot sun, the noise
of the people, the gentle breeze and double digits - I was in heaven. 

   I teased my throbbing love button with the end of the vibro and felt my
pussy and arse squeeze his fingers.  I could hardly hold onto my toy it was
so slippery with my cum.  I was so fired up I told him I'd do anything he
ever asked me to as I squirted all over his hand and dripped onto the deck
of the balcony.  I had a desperate urge to find his cock so I could kiss
and suck it.  I held it with both hands, staggered to my feet and led him
to the shower.  He leant against the wall with the water streaming down his
body as I knelt before him and kissed and sucked him til I felt him begin
to jerk. 

   I held my mouth open and his lovely great spurts of juice splashed all
over my lips and tongue as I devoured it greedily.  It was the first time
I'd ever swallowed it and I didn't want to waste any of him at all, I
wanted it all for myself.  Oh how I adore that man.  I licked him clean
then washed him all over and dried him gently as he did the same for me. 
It was a beautifully tender moment.

   We donned a few clothes and went and had some lunch before returning to
our room so I could choose an outfit for the afternoon.  As he was riffling
through his suitcase I spotted a shirt of his I love to wear.  It's blue
cotton voile, so it's semi see-through and has a plain hem with slits up
the sides over the hips so that, on me, it looks like a naughty mini-dress.
'I'll wear this, this afternoon' I said. 

   'I don't expect you'll just wear that' he joked and that was enough of a
challenge for me to accept it.  For later on, I chose a skimpy cardigan in
red and one of those mini beach sarongs.

   Off we went in the warm afternoon sun.  I'd always liked borrowing my
boyfriend's clothes and the shirt made me feel really sassy.  He liked it
too as he said they smelled of me when he wore them afterwards.  The heat
of the sun was already getting to me as we walked slowly through town
towards the park.  When we got near the entrance, I spotted an empty bench
and suggested we sat there for a bit to watch all the other people who were
arriving.  Many of the girls were scantily dressed and some of the men
didn't leave much to the imagination either, especially the ones holding
hands!

   'I'm so in the mood' I confessed 'will you watch me if I'm a bit naughty
again?' I could tell he would so I started playing with my nipples whilst I
stretched out.  I was a wanton cougar in heat I mused as I lifted the shirt
from underneath me.

   'Caress my thighs' I implored, parting my legs a little bit.  'Oh yes,
put you hand in the slit at the side of the shirt' I gasped - 'my clit is
dying for you to rub it and squish it with your fingertips.  I'm so wet, I
want it now!' He put his hand on my bare hip and I felt my buttocks clench
in response.  'Please go on' I urged with a groan 'nobody will see you and
I want you so badly.  Would it help if I made the neckline plunge?  Look
how hard and pokie my nipples are.  Oh god, are you going to make them
glisten with my love juice?' 

   I undid several buttons and once he'd spent a few moments making my
boobs all sticky and shiny I whispered in his ear 'these need to be nibbled
and sucked now and excited by your tongue' I wriggled a bit and both my
boobies only just stayed covered as the shirt started to slip off one
shoulder.  His finger tips began brushing across the patch of silky down I
hadn't shaved from my mound. 

   As we stared into each other's eyes 'Oh yes' I panted 'I'm tingling all
over' 

   'Are you really, really dying to be wanked?' 

   'Yes please' I wailed desperately 'truly, madly, yessss'

   'Come on' he said in reply and he stood up, reached for my hand and
helped me to my feet.  'If you are really aroused, it's time to go to the
park.' 

   I followed meekly on very unsteady legs, my breasts peeping out as we
walked.  Then I had to grasp his arm to keep my balance as I felt a great
warm surge between my legs.  As the feelings subsided a bit I became so
happy and relaxed that I asked if I could undo the bottom buttons on the
shirt. 

   'Will it make you come again?' he grinned. 

   'Yes it will' I giggled 'I didn't have the faintest idea I could
possibly have so many spontaneous orgasms, but it's so thrilling with all
these people around to share my exhibitionist fantasies.  Thank you for
allowing me to become your adoring sexy lady and giving me the courage to
display myself for you'

   Quite by chance we found another bench that was also unoccupied and we
went and sat down on it.  We were just a little way up a side path but
could still see all the people milling to and fro on the main area by the
lake.  I sank down horizontally on the bench, the outline of my mound
becoming clearly defined under the thin shirt material. 

   'Do those bottom buttons up' my b/f said 'as I want you to try
something' 

   I was a bit hesitant but I did what I was told (of course). 

   'Now undo the button immediately over your pussy.' 

   The buttons weren't that close together but I still didn't realize what
he was intending. 

   'You want to play with yourself, don't you' he asked. 

   'Oh yes please, I'm feeling so wanton' I groaned. 

   'Well' he replied, 'put both hands on your hips, push your pussy up and
make a gap appear.' 

   I did so and could see the little strip of hairs I'd trimmed so
neatly. 

   'Now keep the pressure on with the base of your right hand but let your
fingers rest in the gap.' 

   I felt my silken bush beneath my fingertips and began, idly, to comb it.
Clenching and unclenching my buttocks, I began to sense the moisture begin
to gather.  Then I felt him touch my forearm.  He pulled it gently away
leaving my pussy exposed again. 

   'Not so fast' he ordered, 'I want to enjoy watching you wank so close to
all these people.' 

   I was trembling quite violently with frustrated lust as, eventually, he
let my hand return.  My fingers re-found my clitty, which was so erect it
was standing up proud between my smooth, swollen love lips.  I gave it a
quick little squeeze before he pulled my hand away again.  It was so
tantalizing and had the effect of making me even more frustrated. 

   'Take your hands away for a moment - there's some people coming this
way' he said. 

   I let them drop - the one nearest him coming to rest on his thigh. 

   'It was just the sight of how ravished and ravishingly beautiful you are
looking and the way they all seemed to be admiring you,' he said 'that made
my cock feel as if it was going to jump out of my trousers.  I'm so lucky
that you want to do this.' 

   Almost before they had got past, he guided my hand back into my lap,
then leant over and gave me a lovely deep kiss as his own fingers wandered
down my cleavage and began to explore. 

   'Would you like to undo a couple more buttons?' 

   I needed no prompting and wished I dared to just let the whole shirt
fall open. 

   'I'm so wet yet again - look - ' and I slipped one finger over my clit,
into my slit then withdrew it and showed him a long strand of cum which
sparkled in the sunshine.  'drenched, flooded, awash, swimming with lust' I
giggled as I licked it salaciously and the added saliva made my fingers
even wetter.  As I put them back in the gap in the shirt they seemed to
slip and slide of their own accord, back and forth, round and round on my
clitty.  The fact that he was making me do this so slowly was driving me
wild and I could tell that there was a massive climax rapidly building
up. 

   I wanted him to see the real me now I was convinced he wanted to as
well. 'Please let me be a really naughty lady' I implored 'you know I like
being your sexy lady and I know you'll always look after me' So saying, I
pushed my fingers in harder, deeper and faster.  My words were coming out
in a series of little gasps. 

   'Come on' he said standing up and breaking my rhythm 'it's time to move
on a bit.' 

   'Not yet' I pleaded clutching at his sleeve, but he very gently but
firmly pulled me to my feet - put his arm round my waist and propelled me
towards the main path.

   'If you're good I'll let you come properly later' he told me 'but at the
moment I want you to feel as well as look, desperately aroused as we begin
to mingle with the crowds.' 

   Some of the girls were exposing their boobs like thay do at the Mardi
Gras events in the USA, so I let my tits with their stalky nipples jut out
of the shirt - undoing it past my navel.  My fella pulled it off one
shoulder, moving his hand from my waist to my upper arm and then right
round so he was casually fondling my boob.  I had a wave of tiny orgasms as
he did this.  As I bounced along the shirt slipped off my other shoulder
and, glancing down, I saw my trim little bush peeping out. 

   I told him this and his reaction was 'OMG that's so sexy' which made me
glow with pleasure as he let the shirt even further down my arms by just
holding me round the waist again.  I laughed with joy.  What a buzz this
was.

   The crowds seemed equally divided between those taking an active part
and the bystanders.  Then we noticed someone waving to us and I realized
that it was the chap from yesterday with the video camera. 

   'I'm so glad I spotted you' he shouted above the din.  'I've brought a
copy of the film I made yesterday - I think you'll like it.' He rummaged in
his bag and handed it over.  'Come over here in the shade and I'll show you
on the camera screen what it looks like.' 

   We paused whilst he set it up then he said a bit apprehensively 'if you
enjoy it please will you let me be your "official" photographer today?' 

   I'd pulled my shirt onto my shoulders again as I stood, open-mouthed,
looking at the screen with my b/f peering over my shoulder.  As the film
started playing I caught glimpses of us walking along.  He'd cleverly given
the impression of the crowds but the camera kept homing in on me. 

   'I didn't realize how naughty I was being' I exclaimed. 

   My b/f, who was breathing hard on my neck,, whispered 'No you naughty
little minx - I think I'm going to have to give you a good spanking.' I
automatically clutched my bum but he didn't move.  'Later' he growled and I
shivered from head to toe.  I could now feel his erection bumping against
said bum cheeks and I pushed into it as I held his hands and drew them
round my hips into my groin area.

   Turning to the video chap he said 'there's no doubt you ought to record
the rest of our day' and all I could do was utter a strangled yes please.
So, the three of us went on our way again back into the sunshine.  I kept
the shirt where it was for a bit.  As we walked, we both took turns in
working the shirt off me in stages until it was like before.  I was so
wound up that I'd gone beyond the point of no return.  I undid the last
buttons and let some eager fellow from the crowd put his arm round me while
one of his mates took a series of photos.  This encouraged three or four
others to come forward and it gave me the opportunity to touch and show off
my boobies and pussy.  Each time I surreptitiously stroked my clit I felt
an electric shock surge through me.  I gave my b/f a quizzical look but he
signed consent so I encouraged them to caress my breasts and play with my
nipples.  I couldn't believe how horny it made me. 

   When we got close together again he said quietly 'there's a girl over
there - don't look now - who can't take her eyes off you and she looks
really lovely.' 

   I glanced over discretely.  There she was, wearing a tiny pair of silky
shorts and several bead necklaces.  I grinned at her and she edged shyly
closer fingering her beads.  When she got close enough I drew her to me
with my arm loosely round her waist as I chatted to her to find out her
name.  I still don't know what made me do it.  Perhaps it was all the
pheromones in the air!  Intoxicating everyone.

   It turned out that this was the first event like this that she'd ever
come to as well.  Her friend had dared her to copy my naughtiness so she
thought she'd break the ice by talking to me.  We got on famously
immediately as I enthused about all the things I'd been getting up to and
how I seemed to have let my sexual genie out of the bottle in less than 48
hours. 

   Then I had a wicked thought.  'have you ever kissed another woman?' I
probed. 

   'No' she said. 

   'Neither have I,' I replied 'but what would you say if I asked to kiss
you as you look so gorgeous?' 

   'I don't know' was her response. 

   'Don't be shy' I said 'I can see from your nipples that you're probably
quite excited.' She blushed a deep crimson.  'If we don't like it we can
just stop.' 

   'OK then' she said a bit uncertainly and we almost forgot to breathe as
our lips got closer and closer until they touched. 

   The sensation was pure magic and very soon we were into a full French
kiss.  She was so soft and yielding.  I drew away quite out of breath. 
'Wow that was so different but so much nicer that I'd ever imagined.' 

   'Let's see if we can find a nice spot to sit down together.' 

   'OK' she said.

   I felt so happy, walking along with one arm round her and the other
around my fella, whilst her friend trotted along with Mr.  Video.  We found
out that she and I lived only about 30 miles apart and we promised to
exchange addresses and phone numbers.  The chemistry was electric between
all three of us.  Soon, we came across another of the little side paths
and, exploring it, found a sunny patch of grass, slightly elevated on one
side.

   We all flopped down, even the chap who had the vid-cam.  My new
girlfriend couldn't seem to keep her hands off me and I lay back whilst she
caressed and fondled me.  My body was responding in no uncertain terms to
her ministrations.  My b/f was lying propped up on one elbow watching us
with a look of sheer delight on his face.  I started guiding her hands to
my boobs and pussy until my desires became very urgent to be satiated.  It
was so, so public, so, so naughty and erotic and so fantastic.  I jumped as
her fingers found my clitty and I held my love lips apart as I thrust my
hips up urging her to abuse me.

   Suddenly, I felt her lean over and her tongue starting flicking across
my tummy and down to my clitty making exquisite little forays along my
pussy.  I started to moan how good it was and kept begging her for more.  I
grabbed her hair with both hands and rubbed myself against her mouth.  I
heard myself half shout that I was coming and wave upon wave of delight
shook me to my very core.  Yes, yes, yes I was shouting 'more - deeper-
faster - yessss.' My climax took ages and ages and as it began to die down
I sank back exhausted onto the ground.  I was so satisfied that I could
hardly move.  I held out my hands and drew her down close to me and fell
into a deep contented sleep in her arms.

   There were more fun and games but nothing as exciting as had already
happened and, anyway, the video chap had left us so there was no further
visual record although he hadn't forgotten to write down our address.



   I've been watching the second DVD he sent us with a lovely letter of
thanks as I've been recalling all this and it's helped me to relive so
vividly those two days.  I don't expect it even remotely crossed your minds
but both my hands have been busy and one of them as well as both my boobs
and torso are really drenched.  Thank you for reading, I now need a new
little nap!!