Joan sat drinking her coffee, her mind running with thoughts of her most satisfying sexual encounters through the years. She loved a huge black fuck, an orgy, swinging with neighbors, and so much more. The naughtier, the better. Each experience had a special meaning, but she still felt there was more for her to explore. Joan felt that being sexually satisfied was her main goal in life.
A plan started to form in her deviant, naughty mind. The plan was so vivid and wild that her panties were already soaked with her excited cunt juices. She would dress to seduce and leave the house with no particular plan on how to achieve her burning goal, or when she would return. Just the burning desire to fully satisfy her wildest fantasies, and her intense need to be fucked to oblivion, reaching an orgasmic high and never wanting to come down.
Her husband John came into the room and sat down with her and his coffee. He knew right away his wife was planning something very special. The fragrance in the room spoke of heated thoughts of extreme sex. "So what have you been thinking about, babe? I know you are thinking about sex; that is clearly evident, but what is your plan?"
Joan, bursting with excitement, described her plan: "I am going away for a few days to explore my wildest sexual fantasies. I have been on this path for a long time, but I know there is more I need to experience to fulfill my main goal in life: pure sexual bliss. I will share every vivid detail with you when I return. I know you will enjoy my adventure; we will make mad, passionate love and relive my wildest sexual desires experienced while I was away. I will not be taking my phone or credit cards. We will be completely cut off from each other until I walk back through that door. I hope you understand my need to carry out this plan."
John reached over and took Joan's hand. "Babe, whatever you need to keep you satisfied and happy. I have always supported you in your exploration of sexual gratification. Just be careful; I will be impatiently waiting for your return." He leaned over and gave Joan a passionate kiss on her wet lips. He felt her heart beating wildly in her robe; yes, she was definitely excited and ready to begin her journey.
Joan finished her coffee. John had already left for work as she went to her closet, looking for the outfit that would attract the right people to begin her journey to total sexual satisfaction. She found just the right outfit, classy but sexy, showcasing her most desirable assets. Joan wore a sexy blond wig. This one time, she didn't want to be recognized. She took off her panties and brought the wet panties to her face, inhaling the fragrant juices soaking the fabric. She wondered whether to shower before leaving, and decided not to; she didn't want to lose the fragrance already permeating her body. It was so intoxicating that it gave her the confidence to go to places she had never gone before. She already pictured a bearded stranger with his face buried in her cunt.
She left the house in the afternoon, dressed to seduce, no panties or bra, with just a small purse in her hand with two hundred dollars in it. As she walked to the bus stop, she noticed different workers taking notice as she passed by. She liked that; it reassured her she had chosen the right outfit. She knew she looked like a classy slut.
She sat at the bus stop, her dress riding high on her thighs, her nipples clearly showing through the silky top. As the bus pulled up, the chatter on the bus went quiet; everyone was looking at the classy slut sitting on the park bench, visualizing what they wanted to do to this woman if given the chance.
As she mounted the steps, the driver looked her way, a big, naughty smile crossing his face, and reached out to touch her hand as she handed him the token. "Good afternoon, miss. I love your outfit. Where would you like to get off?"
Joan smiled seductively back, "I'm not sure, but I intend to get off, if you know what I mean, several times today." The driver almost choked on her words as Joan made her way towards the back of the bus. She chose a seat facing the aisle, wanting full exposure to everyone watching. She felt the trickle of juices oozing from her cunt onto her thighs as she caressed her legs against one another, and her skirt rose higher on her milky white thighs, giving the naughty men visions of going down on her, licking her drooling cunt.
As the bus drove along its route, a rough-looking stranger got up and came to her, kneeling in front of her, and without a word, pushed her legs apart, and pushed his face between her nylon-covered thighs, until he found and pushed his face deep into the folds of her drooling cunt.
Joan's eyes closed as she spread her legs and slid forward in the seat, a moan escaping her lips as she felt his tongue lick and suck her clit and cunt, right there in front of everyone watching. She reached down and held his head deep between her thighs and in her pulsating cunt.
The man was going down on her cunt like it was warm, sweet, creamy dessert. His hands now wrapped around her ass, pulling her cunt deep into his mouth. He sounded and looked like a hungry bear gorging on honey, fresh from the nest.
Joan's moans turned into low squeals as his intense oral assault on her cunt, brought her body closer to an intense orgasmic explosion. She thought of all the other patrons on the bus watching her being taken in full view, her face grimacing as she tried to hold back the inevitable orgasm raging through her body.
With a scream and orgasmic explosion, Joan's body went into a cum squirting, face-covering convulsion. She held the stranger's head tight between her nylon-covered thighs, making him lick all the juices flowing from her cunt. Finally, she released her grip on the stranger's head as he slowly left her orgasming cunt, wiping the juices from his face on her smooth, nylon-covered legs.
The stranger sat there on the floor, inhaling the fragrance steaming from her body, rubbing the cock in his pants which was about to explode. Joan saw a large wet spot growing in his bulging pants; she so wanted to smell and taste the juices flowing from his jewels, but now was not the time.
The bus had stopped; the stranger got up and extended his hand to Joan, helping her up. She smoothed down her dress, her fingers finding the juices smeared on her nylons, and then inserted them into her lips. Joan had heard naughty words coming from the patrons who were close by as she had orgasmed, Slut, whore, cunt, bitch, and much more, as she stepped from the bus, all of which just filled her mind and body with erotic, lust-filled naughty thoughts.
Joan walked down the main-street sidewalk, drawing attention from men and women alike. Her sexual interlude on the bus was just the beginning of her public sexual exposure. Her heels drummed on the sidewalk, her tight dress showing her sexy ass as it swayed to the beat, and her nipples and perky breasts pressed through the silk material covering them. No one passed her by without taking notice of her, wanting to smell, touch, and fuck this woman dressed so sexily.
Joan finally saw what she was looking for: a well-lit bar with large windows overlooking the sidewalk. She slid in the door; the room went noticeably quiet as she found a stool at the bar, in front of the windows. She slid her butt onto the wooden stool; as her dress rode up her thighs, exposing her cum stained nylons. Joan noticed right away that the stools swiveled a full 360 degrees, letting her face the windows whenever she wanted.
Joan ordered a margarita from the handsome, smiling bartender, who had taken notice and was staring at her excited breasts pressing against her silk top. Joan reached into her pocket book hanging under the bar and pulled out a large vibrating dildo, parting her legs as she slid the dildo deep into her soaked cunt. God, it feels so fucking good, the dildo coming to life deep inside of me, and there are so many people close by; I wonder if they can hear the purring over the chatter in the bar.
Joan left the remote on the bar, a drink in her hand, and spun the stool around to face the street. Slowly she parted her legs, giving all who passed a view of cunt lips, with this huge vibrating black dildo protruding from the most private area of her very white body, oozing cunt juices. She was drawing a lot of attention; people who had just been walking by stared at her as she teased them with the movement of her legs, and a smile on her wet lips, from her tongue sliding across them.
She tipped the margarita all the way back as the last of the liquid passed her lips, letting just a little drool down her chin. She spread her legs wide, fully exposing herself, before turning back toward the bar. She could almost hear the disappointment in the people peering through the window as this slutty cunt, stuffed with a vibrator, disappeared from their view. "Bartender, may I have another drink, please? That first one was oh so smooth. The people walking by have got me all worked up; I'm not sure why."
The bartender handed her another drink, pushing it close to her heaving breasts and the red remote sitting on the bar. "Well, miss, you are quite a lady, and if you don't mind me saying, quite the looker. What brings you to town this fine day?"
Joan responded with a big seductive smile, "I am just looking for a little attention; a woman has needs, you know, just like men. I find your establishment is a perfect place to get the attention I so desire." Joan leaned back in her stool, her dress pulling tight, the opening between her breasts widening and exposing her excited breasts. The bartender's eyes focused downward from her glowing smile to her exposed breasts.
He spoke, "My lady, if there is anything I can do to make your day complete, please just ask. I am at your service in any way I can make your day match your desires; oh, and drinks are on the house. I must say you are affecting my manly desires greatly." Joan grinned widely, sliding her tongue along her lips.
Joan replied, "I think you are teasing me. I am just a middle-aged woman out to enjoy myself in many ways on this beautiful day. I do notice you are drawing a lot of customers in from the street; I wonder why?" Joan picked up the remote and turned toward the window. Her legs parted as she sat with her drink, knowing she was exposing herself, and pushed the remote to a higher vibration. A groan came from her lips as her hand slid up her bare thighs and took hold of the vibrator, going wild in her cunt. She caressed the magic tool, covering her fingers in the cunt juices seeping around the erotic tool, then brought her fingers to her lips. They tasted so fucking good. I want more.
Joan had attracted a lot of attention from people passing by, which excited her tremendously, not to mention the erotic tool vibrating and pulsating wildly in her drooling, excited cunt. She could not hold back any longer; her eyes closed, her legs spread wide, as she gasped loudly as she went into an extreme orgasm. The convulsions forced the vibrator from her cunt, followed by the wildly squirting orgasmic juices flowing down her nylon-covered legs.
Slowly she opened her eyes, and looked out the window at the crowd of voyeuristic people watching as she exposed herself in full heated orgasm to all. She reached down between her thighs and retrieved the glistening vibrator lying on the stool and brought it to her lips, as she slowly closed her parted legs. A warm, lusty feeling surged through her body as she thought about what she had just done.
She turned on the stool; her eyes focused on the bartender standing in front of her, fixated on what he had just seen. The bar was full of patrons, most crowding in around Joan, trying to get closer and get a good look at this woman who had just teased and tantalized everyone within sight with her exhibitionist behavior. Only one conversation was happening, and that was how this woman had gotten herself off in front of strangers passing by, wondering what would follow.
Joan asked the bartender for another margarita, sitting at the bar as if nothing unusual had happened. Her nylons and skirt were covered in her juices, the fragrance of her orgasmed body slowly filling that portion of the bar.
Joan was excited at what she had just done, oh so naughty, but still wanting more. The bar was full of sexually excited patrons who had just witnessed her masturbation in full public view; she knew they wanted more, much more, and she was going to give it to them, while satisfying her extreme urge to be publicly fucked.
Joan thought, Maybe I should play pool with the excited men and women playing over there now. I bet they would let me play with them.
