Showing my boobs on our shopping spree had already fuelled some of our sexual cravings and I was really excited thinking about the prospects of pushing the boundaries while getting ready to shower. Dave remarked that I was showing some signs of stubble and that I might like a shave. Actually, he just wanted to shave me. I lay across the towel he had placed on the bed. His fingers felt so gentle as he lathered me up. Then, carefully taking the razor, he scraped away all the foam around my pubis, taking immense care around my slit to ensure my pussy was as smooth as a baby’s bum. Fuck me. That always feels so sexy.

After showering, I really took my time fixing my hair and makeup before slipping on my new dress, bending down to put on my five-inch stilettos. Dave flattered me with comments on how desirable I looked. He was sure that every man who set eyes on me tonight would want to fuck me. Yes, I did feel so sexy in this dress and played with the zippers while I teased him, asking if he really wanted me to show off my tits to strange men. He responded by lowering the zipper to my navel, saying that ‘right there’ would be perfect. Then he raised the lower zip to show my g-string and suggested it would be super sexy if I went commando. To be honest, the thought had crossed my mind earlier, so I didn’t need much encouragement to remove it for him. After removing the skimpy underwear, I adjusted the zipper about three inches lower than my crotch, which seemed to make him happy. I picked up my purse and we were ready to go and promised him that I would indulge his desire to expose my cleavage as often as possible whenever it was appropriate.

Feeling the fresh air circulate around my freshly shaved pussy on our walk to the restaurant was both stimulating and exciting. It also inspired some really pleasurable tingles and I promised myself that I would make it a night to remember for both of us.

We arrived at the restaurant that Dave had booked earlier. My zipper slipped down just enough to show off a nice bit of cleavage. Feeling quite relaxed, I sat with my back to most of the diners, apart from the two tables to either side of us. As we were waiting for the menus, I noticed that the table cloth was draped quite low and had a spectacularly naughty thought. I asked Dave if it would excite him if I sat through the meal with my pussy totally uncovered. He did not need to be asked twice and immediately dared me to do it. Pulling the lower zipper upwards, I even parted my legs to fully enjoy the experience. By this time, I knew my juices were beginning to flow and I felt so deliciously vulnerable, even though it was not publicly obvious. The sensation of sitting there with my crotch fully exposed under the table with so many people around made me tremendously horny, and I knew it would lead to hot and wild sex later.

An older gentleman, sitting diagonally opposite from us, cautiously watched me throughout the evening. He tried to hide his interest from his wife, who was completely oblivious to my actions. When she wasn’t looking, I shot him a bright smile and a wink.

The wine flowed and dinner was perfect. We recalled the sexy shenanigans of the day so far: my previous night’s libertine behaviour, who had seen me, and their reactions. Already on a sexual high, the conversation soon got around to the fantasies that had sent us over the edge. Elaborating on these possible outcomes was so stimulating. As the wine took effect, I began to feel more adventurous and I deftly lowered my zip, then peeled the bodice away to provocatively reveal my complete tit for a few moments to keep my husband in his elevated state.

We had already noticed I was getting some favourable glances from our waiter, who paid special attention to us during our meal. I loved it when he always stood where he could get the best glimpse of my cleavage. All this attention was having a sensational effect on me.

Dave felt we should encourage his attention and suggested I slip my zipper an inch or so lower each time he approached, so by the time he arrived to clear away after our second course, my upper zipper was already well below my nipples. I was also attracting more attention from the older gentleman, whom I graced with another deliberate smile. I’m sure my mischievous behaviour was a welcome distraction for him.

When Dave told me the waiter was approaching with the coffees, I was really ready to give Dave the show I had promised. I mischievously lowered the zipper to my navel and hunched my back, causing the leather to peel away and show them both how excited my left nipple was. Catching the waiter’s eye, I deliberately looked down to see how much was showing, then smiled at him to confirm I was more than happy for him to take in my exposure. I was delighted when he smiled approvingly and inquired as to whether we would like a complimentary liquor with our coffees. Little did he know when he returned with the drinks, my zippers would be only a couple of inches apart now, which stirred me enormously.

The time came to pay the bill and move on, so I prepared to adjust my zippers as there were some family groups present. With my belly swirling with arousal, I waited for the waiter to attend. As Dave settled the bill, I dared to push the draped tablecloth away to offer our waiter a momentary glimpse of the way I had been sitting. From where he was standing and looking down, he couldn’t actually see my pussy, but he could see I was making it obvious that I had been sitting with my sex exposed. I couldn’t believe the thrill I got as his eyes dropped to my lap, especially when he commented, “I’m sure you are going to have a great evening.”

With my zippers modestly adjusted, we were ready to leave. As we got up, I received a smile and a knowing wink from the old gent. We could also see the waiter chatting to his colleagues and looking in our direction. I’ll never know what he said, but I had a good idea what it was about.

We decided on a stroll along the back street passing the many vibrant bars and private clubs catering to tourists with certain lifestyles. We were approached by a bar promoter, who offered us a voucher for a ‘first drink free for the lady’ just to get us in. The establishment, with a large neon sign depicting a Jessica Rabbit-type character over the door, looked inviting, so we decided to give it a go.

It was Dave’s idea that I go in first and order my drink, then he would follow a few minutes later. We’d pretend we didn’t know each other and he’d chat me up. That idea really excited me. Then he planted a deep, loving kiss on my lips and slyly pulled my zipper down below the curves of my boobs, knowing the exposure would attract some attention.

It took my eyes a bit of time to adjust to the dim lighting inside. I could see that behind the small circular bar was a raised roped-off VIP area. The saloon was quite intimate, with low-level seating and some cosy-looking booths along one of the walls. The bar was quite busy, considering how early it was, and I was surprised at how many of the ladies were also dressed so skimpily. The thought crossed my mind that they were possibly escorts, and, thinking about the way I was dressed, they probably thought the same about me.

Sitting bravely at the bar, it didn’t take long to get the bartender’s attention. As he was serving me, I was approached by a confident twentyish guy who offered to buy me a drink. He was about ten years younger than me, which really boosted my confidence. I told him I was waiting for my boyfriend, who would be here any second. Dave then entered the club and seeing me in conversation with the guy walked to the opposite side of the bar and took his phone out.

A few moments later I heard the familiar alert on my phone and took it out of my purse to read: Sorry darling- running l8 n won’t b with u 4 15 mins xxx

I pretended to be concerned and looked at my watch. The guy asked if everything was okay. So I showed him the text. With a grin from ear to ear, he said it would be his pleasure to keep me company until my boyfriend arrived if I wanted. I was very flattered that I had attracted the attention of this guy and gratefully accepted his offer of company. He had unknowingly involved himself in our little game.

I was now at the bar facing a guy who couldn’t see my husband, but my husband could see me. Within a couple of minutes, he was flattering me with nice comments on how lovely I looked and how sexy my dress was. I lied that I had bought it to wear as a present for my boyfriend’s birthday. I told him we were celebrating tonight and hoped he would like it as he hadn’t seen it yet.

Over the guy’s shoulder, I watched Dave’s reaction. He was watching me intently, and with a grin on his face, he picked up his phone and started to text again. 

My phone pinged, and on checking the text it simply read: I dare you!!!! xxx 

Quickly swiping it closed, I glanced over to Dave, who was now chatting with the barman but looking in my direction and obviously waiting to see how far I’d go. I was having such a good time and hadn’t really needed Dave’s encouragement, but his reassurance certainly stimulated me.

Remembering my earlier promise that I would indulge his desire to expose my cleavage as much as possible to complete strangers, I thought to myself ‘Okay, Dave, you wanted it…‘ I then rested my elbow on the bar, to encourage more of my fleshy mound to accidentally escape for the guy’s appreciation.

As we chatted, the guy kept glancing down and looking at my chest, trying not to make it too obvious, but obvious enough to let me know he was enjoying the view. God, I felt myself trembling with arousal. The thought that I wanted to deliberately reveal myself to this guy now in this intimate one-to-one situation set my blood racing. As our conversation continued, I became more animated, exposing more of myself until half my boob was showing. I hoped it wouldn’t be long before my excited nipple would slip into view as well.

As I rested my left arm on the bar during our increasingly flirty conversation, my top zipper was slipping unaided to reveal even more flesh. I shifted closer, luring my new friend’s eyes to blatantly absorb what I desperately wanted to show. The ever-increasing fluttering inside me was undeniably wonderful. I really wanted him to be able to see my complete breast, so I stretched across the bar to pick up a cocktail menu, hoping for the inevitable. Then, I pretended not to notice when my hardened left nipple had popped into view.

I loved the attention, so pretending not to notice, I let it stay exposed while I focused my attention on the menu. This gave him ample opportunity to enjoy a good view of my provocatively exposed boob. After perusing the menu, I made a show of looking down and feigning embarrassment at my exposure and motioned to cover myself up, but he suggested that I not, as he was really enjoying the view. When he said that, mmm, that was so deliciously hot!

Fuck me, I felt so wicked brazenly exposing myself like that! I asked him if he thought my dress would make a good birthday present. He replied if my boyfriend was anything like him, he would definitely love it. He went on to say my boyfriend was really lucky to have found someone so uninhibited, asking also if I always went clubbing in such sexy dresses. Then he continued to flatter me, saying that I was amazingly hot and that my boyfriend was such a lucky bastard. He just hoped he would be longer than he’d said in his text.

Now, feeling really daring, I elevated myself to sit on a barstool and casually lifted my right foot to rest on the footrest. This allowed my skirt to fall away, exposing a lot of thigh, causing his eyes to flash to my legs. The butterflies were fluttering again as I looked down at them and quipped, “You don’t think it’s too short, do you?”

With that, I saw my husband rise from his seat and walk towards us. Not adjusting my exposure, I told the guy my boyfriend just walked in and was coming over and deliberately arched my back so more of my boobs were visible. I knew how much it would excite my husband to see me engaging with a stranger in this way.

As he approached, I rose and embraced him then sat back on the stool. By this time, my zipper had slipped almost as far as my navel. Before Dave had a chance to say anything and to keep to my charade, I asked Dave what he thought of the dress I had bought to celebrate his birthday. He immediately caught on and said he loved it, especially the way I wore it and asked the guy what he thought. The poor guy was totally at a loss for words momentarily before agreeing with Dave and offering to buy us drinks.

Here I was, sitting in a bar with my zipper down to my navel and teasing a stranger with my husband standing next to me, with my left tit having already slipped out of the soft leather bodice. The atmosphere was electric. ‘Fuck,’ I cursed inwardly, realizing that the inhibitions I had earlier were virtually gone. I was up for almost anything Dave wanted me to do.

We accepted his offer of another drink and Dave came clean, telling the guy that we were playing out a little game. One where Mandy, and he cut his eyes at me, would sit provocatively in a bar and wait for him to follow a couple of minutes later and chat me up. But when he came in, he could see a guy had approached me first and was engaged in conversation. He’d wanted to give me space to see what would happen. Dave hoped he hadn’t minded us taking advantage of the situation and involving him. The guy laughed and said it was a pity you didn’t say you would be half an hour late as he was really enjoying my company so much. Then he asked Dave if he had been there all the time.

It was then that Dave decided to push the boundaries. Leaning in conspiratorially, he told the guy, “If past experience is anything to go by, I bet she’s not even wearing any underwear.” Then he excused himself to go to the men’s room. When he hinted that I was completely naked under the dress, I blushed deeply as a sexy rumble shot through me. I laughed, though, and said it was my secret and I wasn’t telling.

As he was given the opportunity to continue speaking to me alone, the conversation became even more intense. The guy hinted as to whether I played around. I told him that no, I was sorry, but as much as I had thought about it, I hadn’t let it happen yet. I must admit, though, hearing this guy’s virtual hitting on me sent another bolt through my already aroused state.

Encouraged by his flattery and wanting his interest to continue, I divulged that I often go out on my own. ”I love wearing revealing clothes and letting strangers ogle me in supermarkets and fuel stations and places like that.” I added, “My boyfriend gets really turned on when I recall the actual details of how I encourage strangers to notice my boobs, especially when they manage to see my prominent nipples, and how stimulated it gets me.” I continued to tell him that my boyfriend always loves sneaking a look at other women’s tits as well but truly loves seeing men ogle mine in revealing clothes.

The flirting continued until Dave came back and the conversation returned to my dress. Dave boasted that when I wear clothes that attract the attention of others, it always leads to a long night of hot sex. The guy remarked to Dave on how lucky he was, and Dave kept the conversation titillating by relating my antics of the previous night. The conversation flow excited me more than ever, giving us the opportunity to play out another fantasy.

We eventually decided it was time to move on to someplace else as the drink prices there were quite expensive. The guy had played along brilliantly and not been too pushy. We enjoyed his company immensely. I was sure Dave wanted me to show more, so with an impish smile, I allowed my dress to ride up as I slid off the stool, allowing the guy’s inquisitive eyes to momentarily take in my fully exposed pussy. I could see Dave was really enjoying this and wanted me to show even more, but at that time I wasn’t ready for that. I would need a few more drinks first.

We walked along the street and Dave drew me into a dark little alcove where we could indulge in some intimate kissing. He reached through my parted zipper and stroked my pubic mound with the back of his fingers. I moaned as he asked me if I would have let the guy do this to me. I went weak at the knees just thinking about it.

In his quest to keep us both fully aroused for the entire evening, he bent down in front of me and adjusted my lower zip to almost uncover my crotch. Then taking both my hands, he drew me away from the alcove, denying me my ability to re-adjust it. With my top zipper already undone to my navel, my adrenaline spiked. And as I wasn’t actually showing anything, I was more than happy to comply.

We moved on and found ourselves instinctively drawn towards the jetty where Greg’s boat was moored. Guessing I knew where this was leading, I prompted Dave to tell me if he had intended to end up there all along. I was still quite excited but a little apprehensive and wondered how far we would take these shenanigans. I even demurred, saying he may not even be there. Dave dismissed my fears, "Let’s just play it by ear and have a bit of fun, and maybe we can make tonight special for you if you like." As our erotic conversation continued, I was mega turned on and keen to know how far Dave wanted to pursue this fantasy.

Ramping up his enthusiasm, I teased, “So what do you mean by that? You obviously want me to show him the goods, would you like to see me touching myself in front of him as well?” Pushing further, I continued talking dirty. “If he’s there, do you want to see him touch me again and me to touch him for you, Dave? Do you want me to try and seduce him? And how far would you want me to go? Come on, Dave, I want to hear you say everything you said when we were fucking last night. Do you really want me to let him fuck me? You know I would let him, don’t you?”

He confessed that he had been thinking about it all day and couldn’t wait to see if I’d go through with it, but said it would be totally my decision. The conversation continued in the same vein as we sauntered along the quayside, his salacious words sending quivers of anxious excitement through my core.

As we approached the jetty, fate played its hand and we heard Greg’s voice calling out from another boat as we walked by. Dave squeezed my hand and asked if I was nervous.

Animal lust was beginning to overcome me, but I needed serious confirmation that Dave wouldn’t get jealous. Would he be happy seeing me touched and maybe fucked by Greg? How would he feel? Was he sure? Placing his hand in his pocket, Dave subtly handed me a condom which he said he had picked up earlier and said, “You know, just in case.” And winked. My heart took a mighty leap, and I was so excited I was shaking.

Greg’s eyes widened as he immediately took in the way I was wearing this sexy dress. He said he was just having a drink with a colleague when he saw us approach and wondered if we’d like to join him on his boat for another drink. Given my state of arousal, it was obvious what we had hoped for, and we happily agreed.

Arriving at his boat, he immediately made us comfortable and took no time in leading us to the sun deck. It was bathed in a subdued sort of blue light, and he asked us what we would like to drink. He added that the boat had a well-stocked bar with plenty of bubbly if we fancied a bottle of that. It seemed the right drink for the occasion, so we settled for that and I sat next to my husband on the wide lounger. I made sure I was opposite Greg, knowing full well that if I parted my legs, he could easily see my bare vagina. As we sat there sipping the champagne, the conversation became increasingly flirty and the bubbly flowed freely.

I blushed as Greg’s compliments about how lovely I looked swirled around me, and about how hot I looked in the dress. As the provocative dialogue got hotter, Dave slipped his arm around my shoulder then tentatively slipped the strap of my dress off my shoulder. Then he proceeded to slowly edge the strap lower down my arm until my breast was completely exposed. He asked Greg if he thought my breasts were nice. I could see the outline of Greg’s cock swelling in his shorts as he replied that he was imagining them when he first spoke to us. He had really enjoyed the opportunity to see and fondle them earlier.

By now, Greg obviously realised that sex was on offer and that we wanted him to have his way with me in my husband’s presence. This was it. With bated breath and my eyes fixed firmly on Greg’s, I provocatively eased my knees apart and told him he was pretty hot as well. And I hoped he didn’t mind Dave watching the action, as it was something we had both fantasised about. Greg replied that he sort of guessed that and was completely up for it.

In no time, my dress was down around my waist. Greg moved towards me to encompass my boobs with his strong hands, feeling how soft and natural they were. He moved to kiss one, then the other, which made me gasp with pleasure. Kneeling in front of me, he fully unzipped me. As his mouth sucked hungrily on my nipples, he peeled the dress off my anxious body. I was totally naked, apart from my stilettos, in front of our new friend on the sundeck and loving it. Pulling upwards, he kissed my neck, making me moan with pleasure. My hand went straight to feel his erection and massaged it through his shorts.

Greg suggested we better move to the main salon before we got arrested. By now, my mind was racing as I knew where this was going. I was very nervous, but also very, very aroused. However, I needed to know Dave was still okay with it and asked him if he was sure. The smirk on his face told me enough.

Seeing Dave’s encouraging look of lust, I started talking dirty as I undid the buttons on Greg’s shorts. This allowed me the joy of feeling the heat of his cock in my hand. I needed it inside me. I needed to be filled so badly now.

Turning my attention back to a grinning Dave, who was already sporting a serious hard-on, I asked, “What do you want me to do, Dave? Suck another man’s cock for you to see?”

Oh, my God, I really wanted to take Greg’s cock in my mouth but also wanted to follow my loving husband’s desires. This was as much for him as it was for me.

Without hesitation, he replied, “Yes, babe, let me see you suck his cock.”

As I released Greg’s cock, the beautiful tip was already dripping with precum. I bent forward and pressed my lips to the swollen, purplish head, getting a hint of his salty-sweet taste. Glancing at Dave, I parted my lips and let my tongue swirl out over Greg’s smooth hot flesh, before pulling back and asking my husband, “Does this turn you on, my love? Is this what you wanted me to do, Dave?”

Leaning back a little, I opened my legs wide and pleasured myself for Greg before he reached for me, running his fingers through my hair and pulling me closer. I took more of his erection and totally enveloped it with my mouth. The pleasure I was getting from sucking another man’s cock in front of my loving husband was amazing.

Dave growled out something low and primal, which only made me suck on Greg harder. I was intensely aroused by his responses to my slutty performance. After all, that's what we both wanted. I pushed deeper onto Greg’s hard cock, taking it all in and feeling it nudge into my throat. I then withdrew again, whispering suggestively, “Or do you want to see him fuck me? Do you want to see him fuck me hard?”

Hearing this, Greg rose, pulling his cock from my mouth before lifting me to stand next to him. Reaching down, he probed at my swollen cleft so he could feel the sticky wetness between my legs. I clung to him instinctively as little mewls of pleasure escaped my lips, making Dave groan in response. Greg eventually moved me to sit on the luxurious sheepskin throw lying over the seats. Then kneeling in front of me, he lapped at my sopping vagina. All the time, my eyes were firmly fixed on my husband, who I knew was getting as much pleasure out of this encounter as I was. When the tip of Greg’s tongue finally teased my little bud, I spasmed as if I was totally electrified.

I hadn’t realized how much I’d love playing the hot, slutty wife. Panting with pleasure, I gasped, “Tell me, Dave. What do you want me to do? I want to hear you say it. Come on, Dave, say you want to see me being fucked. Fucked by Greg. Say you want to watch his hard cock pleasuring me.”

He replied with so much lust in his eyes, “Yes, Mandy. I want to see Greg fuck you. I want to see his shaft plunging in and out of you, I want to see the look of ecstasy on your face as you get the mind-blowing orgasm you crave. You know how much I want to see him inside you...”

The excitement and lust of my husband’s words were almost enough to bring me off at that point. Greg realized from my interactions with my husband that he was only participating to satisfy one of our ever-broadening fantasies. And he was more than happy to oblige us.

I had to push Greg away to stop my impending orgasm and could see his face was glistening with my juices. Apologetically, I reached for the condom, tearing the wrapper open before tucking the rolled ring of rubber over his cock’s head. I then gripped his cock before pursing my lips tightly about his shaft and pushing the latex tube over his cock with one smooth bob. Groaning, he rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy then gently slipped it just inside my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his waist, encouraging him to bury his hard cock deep within me. He readily complied, and the feeling of the pronounced hard rim of his helmet slowly and rhythmically pushing in and out just inside the mouth of my vagina was ecstatic. He withdrew and kissed me, letting our tongues tangle for a bit. Then he moved to smother my breasts with his warm palm, massaging my needy nipples and making me groan with pleasure.

He took delight in teasing me with just the head of his cock, popping my entrance open and shut with his substantial rim. This sent shivers of unending pleasure though my wanting body. My eyes again found my husband’s, who was clearly enjoying the action as he caressed his erection through his trousers.

My animalistic appetite was growing more intense. I yelled out, “Fuck me! Fuck me, Greg!”

I was getting more needy and impatient by the minute and told him, “I need you to fuck me hard, now‼" He began plunging into me. My knees pulled back, hugging into his ribs as he wrapped his arms beneath my shoulders and pounded into me, driving the air from my lungs in lust-driven gasps.

Facing my husband, I yelled, "I'm going to cum! I’m going to…ah…oh, oh, fuck! Yes‼ I’m going to…I’m-I’m…” Sensing my impending climax, Greg buried his hardness deep into me with one long thrust, driving me wild and continued to pump me, faster and deeper into this almighty release. I felt myself rippling clenches along his furiously pumping cock as he fucked me through my raging climax. I tore my eyes away from Dave to look at Greg, whose face was starting to contort as he grunted with pleasure and began to spurt. I was fascinated, watching him cum, feeling his hot jets inside me. I loved the feeling of his cock pulsating deep in my wet pussy, but said nothing because I couldn't. My mouth remained a silent, rounded “O.”

After our orgasms subsided and we had our breath back, Greg pulled from me, discarding the well-filled condom. We slowly got dressed, with a few kisses and lingering caresses. Greg told us that as soon as he met us that afternoon, he guessed I’d be a hot fuck and fantasised about fucking me. He said he had been very disappointed when we left. He then thanked us for returning and an amazing night, inviting us to come back anytime.

I felt as though I needed to freshen up for our walk back to the hotel, but Dave asked me not to. He wanted me to walk back with that ‘just been fucked’ look and unzipped my skirt to reveal my freshly fucked vagina. He slyly suggested I could use my purse if I needed to hide myself. God, I was still on such a high, I would have walked naked had he asked. We said our goodbyes to Greg, and we thanked each other for the intimacy and started the walk back towards the hotel.

On the way back, we indulged in some long, deeply appreciative kisses and Dave told me how awesome the experience had been. His hands roamed as he growled in my ear that he couldn’t wait to have me. Our evening had been truly amazing so far, but we didn’t want it to end there. I knew it wouldn’t be too long before I would feel his eager cock thrusting inside me. This time, though, it would be a long, slow, lovemaking session rather than just satisfying our carnal cravings.

Our stroll back to the hotel was quite memorable. The thought of allowing my shaved mound to be inadvertently seen kept my insatiable pot stirred. Feeling the cool evening air chilling the juices still seeping from my pussy was amazingly erotic, and I thought to myself that ‘I’ll have to do this more often.’ And yes, from a distance, several people noticed how much I was revealing, each time triggering another little pulse of pleasure inside me.

As we arrived at the foyer, I readjusted my lower zipper appropriately until we got inside the lift. Once inside, Dave stood back from me and raised my lower zipper so he could fully appreciate for himself the way I had been walking at his side and said I looked so fuckable. Then devilishly, he stripped me totally for our walk along the corridor to our room.

Once in the room, we were so horny from our earlier antics we were all over each other like a rash, kissing, fondling, and grinding into each other. Dave led me to the front of our balcony facing the apartments opposite and stood behind me, kissing my neck and cupping my aching breasts for anyone who wanted to watch us. Then he pushed his ravenous cock into me with one slick movement of my slippery pussy. It only took a few thrusts before he pumped his first hot stream inside me. He brought us to lie on the loungers, and we continued to make love under the stars for most of the night, reaffirming our love.

I have to admit, writing this story made me very horny, especially the part where I went commando. The feeling of the cool evening air swirling around my naked pussy brought back some very sweet memories. So much so, in fact, I really needed to enjoy that feeling again.

Stripping off all my house clothes, I decided to walk our Alsatian wearing only a button-down dress. Outwardly, it would just look as though I was conservatively dressed. The feeling I got as I walked along the deserted canal towpath was quite something. I daringly undid the lower buttons to let the breeze swirl around my dress and expose my vagina. Approaching a long straight section, I could see a narrowboat several hundred metres ahead. Knowing it was far enough away, I promised myself I would cover up as the boat came closer. The closer it got, the more my heart was pounding. I kept telling myself that it was still too far away for occupants to see anything. But my desire to be seen was overtaking my sense of decency.

As the boat approached within fifty metres or so, I could see the rudder was being controlled by a solitary male wearing a Crocodile Dundee hat. It was very much a ‘shall I or shan’t I’ moment. The closer he got, the more breathless I became, and for the thrill of the moment decided not to button up. He looked towards me and waved. We took perhaps thirty seconds to pass each other at a distance of about twenty-five metres. When we were on the point of actually passing each other, my adrenaline was pumping so much I couldn’t resist turning to face him. Noticing my undone dress, he outstretched his arms and flashed a broad smile when he realised I was panty-less. His agreeable acknowledgment sent a really hot surge though my already aroused body. I now had an urgency to pleasure myself, and it didn’t take too long before I reached a riverside seat where I was able to indulge in a very pleasurable orgasm.

Returning home, I decided not to change and waited for Dave to return from work. He complimented me on the way I looked, and I told him I had finished the story of our holiday. I was eager to read it to him and poured us both a glass of wine before we settled on our patio. As I was reading out the story, I fiddled with the buttons on my dress, undoing them slowly as the story unfolded. By the end of the story, we were both immensely aroused and I was virtually naked. By then, I was desperate to give him a detailed account of my afternoon’s walk, and whilst giving him the details, I pleasured myself for his titillation. Needless to say, it didn’t take long for him to drop his trousers and take care of me.