The Night I Discovered How Much I Liked Being Watched

I had never confessed it to anyone in so many words, but the idea had haunted me for years. I would watch videos of girls stripping in public places, in empty parks, in parking lots, and feel a mixture of shame and arousal that kept me awake. It wasn’t just the body. It was the idea of someone seeing me and being unable to stop looking. I imagined hard cocks inside other men’s pants because of me, guys going home to jerk off thinking about my tits, and with that image in my head I would slip my fingers into my pussy until I came alone in bed, biting the pillow.

It took me a long time to dare tell Damián. He and I had a comfortable arrangement: no feelings, no plans, just meeting whenever we both felt like fucking. That was why I thought he was the right person. He wasn’t going to judge me and, if things went well, we would both get something out of it.

“I want you to help me with something,” I told him one afternoon, fiddling with the rim of my cup so I wouldn’t look him in the eye. “But don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing,” he replied, although he was already smiling.

I told him everything. How badly I wanted to strip somewhere people might see me, the thrill of imagining strangers’ eyes on my tits, on my pussy if necessary. I expected him to feel uncomfortable. Instead, he thought about it, nodded slowly, and set one condition.

“I’ll go with you and look after you all day,” he said. “But at the end, you let me finish you. You’re going to be so horny and your pussy so wet that you’ll beg me for it yourself, and I’m going to fuck you all the way to the bottom.”

I agreed before he had finished the sentence.

***

The plan began with something mild. Damián suggested going to the movies, to the last showing, when the theater was almost empty. He told me the first thing had to happen in the dark, somewhere where the risk was small and I could get used to the feeling.

“When the movie starts, stand up and lift your blouse,” he explained in a low voice as we climbed the carpeted stairs. “No one’s going to see you. But you’ll know you did it.”

We sat in the back row. There was a couple down below, far away, and a couple of occupied seats in the middle. For the first few minutes I couldn’t concentrate on anything happening on the screen. My hands were cold and my heart was racing.

Then, without thinking too much about it, I started touching myself through my clothes. I pressed the edge of my hand against my pussy and felt how soaked my panties already were. It was as if something had come unstuck. The shame didn’t disappear, but it mingled with something stronger that pushed me forward.

I lifted myself slightly from the seat, raised my blouse, and pulled down my bra. My nipples hardened all at once, so much that they hurt. The cold air in the theater brushed my skin and made my whole body break out in goose bumps. No one could see me, and yet simply being like that, exposed in the middle of the darkness with my tits out and my pussy throbbing inside my panties, had me trembling.

Damián leaned toward me and spoke right against my ear.

“That’s how it has to be. How does it feel?”

“It’s incredible,” I whispered. “No one can see me and it’s still the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. I’m dripping, Damián. Touch me.”

I grabbed his hand and slipped it under my skirt. His fingers found the hot stain in my panties, and he let out a hoarse laugh against my neck. He moved the fabric aside and ran two fingers along my soaked slit, up and down, playing with my swollen clit until a moan escaped me. I covered his mouth with my other hand so I wouldn’t scream when he pushed his fingers inside me. He drove them in slowly, all the way, and began fucking me with them to the slow rhythm of the movie’s music. My tits were out, my skirt was up, and some guy’s fingers were buried in my pussy in the back row of a movie theater; thinking about it brought me close to orgasm in less than a minute.

I told him he had behaved well and deserved a reward. I guided his head toward my chest and let him suck my nipples one after the other, tugging at them with his lips and gently biting them while the movie continued playing in the background. I grabbed his hair and pressed his face against my tits until they were completely wet with saliva. It wasn’t only the pleasure of exhibiting myself. It was having him there, attentive, nursing at me like a hungry little boy, while I crossed a line I had wanted to cross for years.

***

We left the theater with flushed cheeks, panties turned into soup, and a silly smile that wouldn’t go away. I thought the night would end there, but Damián had another idea. He told me we needed to buy a couple of things and took me to a small shop, the kind that stayed open late.

What I didn’t expect was to find two of his friends by the entrance. I stopped dead. Damián squeezed my hand to reassure me.

“They’re trustworthy,” he said. “If you want, you can show them your tits. If not, it’s fine and we’ll keep going.”

I looked at them. They were looking at me, and the way their eyes dropped unabashedly toward my cleavage gave me a tug in my stomach and an even stronger one between my legs. There was no one else on the street. A streetlamp shone directly down on us. One of the two, without realizing it, was already adjusting the bulge in his pants.

It was different from the darkness of the theater. Here there were faces, real eyes, people who were going to remember my tits when they jerked off that night. And that, instead of stopping me, turned me on even more.

“Quite a lot of staring,” I told them with a smile I hadn’t known I had in me.

I lifted my blouse and pulled down my bra. My breasts sprang free, white beneath the yellow light, with their nipples stiff and pointing at them. Both men fell silent for a second, as if they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

“Fuck, what tits,” one of them said, his voice slightly hoarse. “This is what we wanted to see.”

“Maybe another day I’ll let you have something more,” I replied, licking my lips without meaning to. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll even let you suck them.”

I found myself thinking that the sentence had sounded brazen, almost vulgar. And I discovered that I liked sounding that way. I liked the woman who emerged when I felt watched, when I felt desired like a piece of meat. Before we left, I let each of them touch one breast, and it wasn’t quick. The first grabbed my whole tit in his palm, weighed it, and pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger until a gasp escaped me. The other crouched down and put my right nipple straight into his mouth, sucking it hard for a few seconds that seemed eternal, until Damián put a hand on his shoulder and calmly pulled him away. My skin burned where they had touched me, and I could still feel the second man’s cold spit on my nipple when I pulled my blouse back down.

***

With the street emptier now, Damián took me to a small neighborhood grocery store. We walked between the shelves to an out-of-the-way aisle, where neither the camera nor the view from the counter reached.

“Here,” he told me softly. “No one can see us.”

I lifted my blouse again, pulled down my bra, and slowly touched my breasts while looking him in the eyes. I took his hand and brought it to my pussy over my panties.

“Touch how wet I am,” I whispered.

He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, rubbed them over my soaked slit, and held them up, glistening with juices beneath the white fluorescent light.

“You’re fucking dripping,” he said, and sucked them one by one.

“Give my tits a quick blowjob,” I asked him.

He crouched down and first licked each nipple with the tip of his tongue, then took it fully into his mouth and gently tugged at it with his teeth until another moan escaped me. I felt his hard cock against my thigh when he stood up again, outlined beneath his pants. We were both holding back laughter at how absurd and exciting the situation was. I pulled my clothes down and confessed something that had lodged itself in my head that night.

“I’d love to work somewhere like this,” I told him. “And sneak off with a coworker to the stockroom whenever I could, and let him fuck me against the pallets.”

“You like it that much?” he asked, amused.

“It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt,” I answered, and I meant it.

As I said it, my eyes drifted toward the boy at the register. He was young, probably not much older than twenty, and alone, distracted by his phone. I felt my heart pounding against my chest and my pussy give a sharp twitch. Damián followed my gaze and immediately understood what I was thinking.

“You don’t dare,” he challenged me softly.

That was all I needed.

***

I walked to the counter with a piece of candy in my hand, as if it were the only thing I planned to buy. The boy looked up and smiled at me with the automatic friendliness of someone who had been stuck behind a register for hours. I paid slowly, drawing out the moment.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked, because I couldn’t think of a better opening.

“No,” he answered, a little surprised. “Why?”

“Will you keep a secret for me?” I said, lowering my voice.

I could see from his face that he thought I was going to tell him I liked him. What happened was better. With my blouse still on, I unclasped my bra underneath it, let it fall inside my sleeve, and, once I made sure no one was coming, lifted my blouse up to my neck in front of him, leaving both tits out, resting almost on top of the counter.

“I’m really horny,” I told him. “My pussy is soaked. Consider it a tip.”

I stayed like that for a few seconds, longer than I had intended. I took one of his hands and placed it on one of my breasts. The boy swallowed so loudly I could hear it, then slowly squeezed my tit, his fingers trembling as if he were afraid I might change my mind. I let him pinch my nipple a couple of times, and beneath the counter I saw him adjust his cock, swollen to bursting against his uniform. I glanced down at the bulge for a moment and bit my lip.

“Take it out,” I whispered, unable to believe what I was saying.

The boy looked toward the door, then at me, and with clumsy fingers lowered his zipper and pulled his cock out over the waistband of his underwear. It was stiff, thick, red at the tip, with a thick drop of precum hanging from the head. I licked my lips without meaning to. I leaned over the counter and ran my tongue over the tip, just once, collecting that salty drop. The boy let out such a high-pitched whimper that I started laughing. I ran my thumb over the head, spread it around, and pulled away before taking him fully into my mouth. I didn’t want to finish him there. I only wanted to carry the image in my head for the rest of the night.

“Put it away,” I told him. “And tonight, when you jerk off, remember me.”

I pulled my clothes down before he could fully react. The boy’s cock was still out, wet with my saliva, and he wasn’t even able to put it away.

“They’re beautiful,” he murmured, referring to my tits.

“I hope you fuck them someday,” I replied, and left the store with trembling legs and my pussy so wet that I could feel my juices running down the inside of my thigh.

Outside, Damián was waiting for me, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and one eyebrow raised.

“Did you do it?” he asked.

“I did,” I said, breathless. “And I was terrible. I licked the poor guy’s cock.”

Damián burst out laughing and grabbed me by the waist. He slipped one hand under my skirt right there in the middle of the street, felt my soaked panties, and brought his fingers to his mouth.

“And where else now?” he insisted, teasing me.

I shook my head. I was so horny I could barely think. My pussy throbbed, my nipples ached, and my panties clung to my skin.

“That’s enough for today,” I told him. “Take me to your place and fuck me. It’s time to give you your full reward.”

***

We reached his place with our hands all over each other before we had even closed the door. In the elevator I had already slipped one strap down and put my hand beneath my blouse, kneading one tit with my whole palm. I grabbed his cock through his pants and squeezed it, hard as a rock, already wet at the tip through the fabric. As soon as we went inside, he pressed me against the hallway wall and tore my blouse off in one pull.

“Are you going to fuck me, or do you want to finish sucking my tits first?” I asked, biting my lip.

“Both,” he replied. “And first you’re going to suck my cock, slut.”

I was soaked just from hearing him say it. I knelt right there in the hallway and yanked down his pants and underwear. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, its head glistening. I grasped it with both hands and ran my tongue along its entire length, from his balls to the tip, sucking him eagerly and smearing my chin with spit. I took him all the way into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat and made my eyes water. He grabbed my hair and began fucking my mouth slowly, moving my head at the pace he wanted. I sucked him hungrily, my tits out and swaying, one hand inside my own pussy over my panties, rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts.

“Get up,” he growled after a while. “If you keep going like that, I’ll come in your mouth, and I want to come inside you.”

He finished undressing me slowly, without hurrying, and began kissing my neck while I pulled off his clothes. He took me to the bed and spent a long while doing nothing but focusing on my breasts, licking, biting, and sucking them as if he wanted to empty me, as if he wanted to erase the looks of everyone who had seen me that night and replace them with his own. He ran his whole tongue over each nipple and then squeezed it between his teeth, and I arched my back every time.

“Don’t give this to anyone else,” he said, squeezing one nipple between his fingers. “These tits are mine.”

Then he moved lower. He shoved my legs apart and buried his mouth in my pussy. He sucked my lips, my entire slit, thrust his tongue inside me, and pulled it out covered in juices. When he found my clit, he licked it quickly with the tip of his tongue, then took it into his mouth and sucked it like a nipple until I began to tremble. I grabbed his head with both hands and pressed his face against my pussy as I came for the first time that night, squeezing my thighs against his ears and soaking his entire chin.

“Fuck me now,” I begged as soon as I could speak. “Put it in me.”

He climbed on top of me. He took hold of his cock and ran it along my soaked slit, rubbing the head against my swollen clit until I moaned. When he finally pushed inside me, he entered in a single thrust, all the way to the bottom. I arched my back and let out a moan I had been holding in all night. He began fucking me slowly, going all the way in each time, braced on his arms so he could watch my tits bounce with every thrust.

“That’s it. Look at it going inside you,” he told me. “Look at how your pussy sucks it.”

I looked down and saw his cock sliding in and out, shining with my juices, and shuddered. He grabbed my hips and turned me over, put me on all fours, and pushed back inside me. He drove himself in up to his balls, gripping my hair with one hand and my hip with the other, and fucked me hard, my tits hanging and shaking against the mattress. I buried my face in the pillow so I wouldn’t wake the whole building with my moans. I felt every inch of his cock inside me, the wet sound every time he buried himself completely, his balls striking my clit with every thrust.

“I’m going to come again,” I warned him in a broken voice.

“Come on my cock,” he replied, and drove into me faster.

I came, squeezing his cock with my pussy, trembling from head to toe and letting out a long, filthy moan into the pillow. He held out for a few seconds longer, pounding me mercilessly, until I felt him swell inside me and release jet after jet of hot semen deep into my pussy. He stayed there, pressed against my ass, breathing heavily as the last spasms emptied inside me.

We both collapsed, sweaty, sticky, and exhausted. He hugged me from behind, still agitated, his breath on my neck and his cock slipping out of me, leaving a hot thread of cum running down my thigh.

“You’re the craziest thing I know,” he murmured against my hair.

“Is that good or bad?” I asked.

“It’s fucking fantastic,” he replied, and I felt him smile.

***

I stayed in his bed a while longer, in silence, his semen still trickling between my legs as I went over everything I had done. I didn’t recognize the woman who had lifted her blouse in the theater, on the street, in front of a cashier I had almost given a blowjob. And yet that woman was me. She had been hiding for years, and all it took was one night and the right person to let her out.

When I got up to leave, Damián sat up and kissed each of my breasts, slowly, almost tenderly, then gave another kiss to my still-swollen pussy.

“Shall we do it again?” he asked.

I didn’t have to think about it. I leaned over, kissed him on the mouth, and gave him my answer without words. I was already imagining where it would happen next time, and what new cock I would try.