Another Exhibitionist Beat Me in the Dark

What I’m about to tell you happened not long ago, on a Friday night after a work party. I’m past thirty, and I’ve never had any trouble admitting what turns me on: I like being watched, I like provoking people, I like feeling that someone freezes just from seeing me cross one more line. It’s not something I do with just anyone or anywhere, but when there’s the right amount of alcohol, the right man, and that tingling between my legs that won’t let me think, I become someone else.

That night I went out with Darío, a coworker I’d been flirting with for weeks. Nothing formal, nothing serious, but intense enough that he already knew what I liked. We’d danced pressed together, he’d put his hand on my waist more than once, and every time I bent down to say something in his ear, I noticed his body hardening.

I was wearing a short skirt, a tight blouse, and heels that made me walk more slowly than usual. It wasn’t an outrageous outfit, but it was tight enough to show off my ass, waist, and cleavage. By midnight I was already hot, in that irritating and delicious way in which the body begs to be touched even while the mind pretends to remain composed.

We left the party hall in the early hours of the morning, laughing at every stupid thing. It was cool outside, and we had to walk a stretch between trees and walls to reach the avenue where we’d left the car. The music faded behind us, and we were enveloped by the warm darkness of residential places where everything seems asleep.

That was where we saw the other couple.

They were a few yards away, half-hidden beside a wall, kissing hungrily. It was obvious they’d come from a party too: elegant clothes, him with his shirt open at the neck, her in a short dress that had already ridden up to mid-thigh. They weren’t kids, that was clear immediately; they were two young adults, perhaps a little younger than us, but more than old enough and wrapped up in what they were doing with brazen confidence.

When they saw us, they broke apart for barely a second. I expected them to move away or leave, but they didn’t. They looked at each other, then at us, and stayed right there. That hesitation, that tension, made my pulse jump.

Darío held me by the waist and pressed me against the wall without asking anything. He kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, biting my lower lip, and I answered instantly because I’d wanted him for hours. I felt his hand slide down to my ass, squeezing it through the fabric and then shamelessly kneading one cheek.

“We’re not going to play shy now,” he whispered.

I turned my head slightly and saw the other woman watching us. She had an insolent half-smile, as if she wanted to measure how far I dared to go. That expression pricked my pride in the most absurd and hottest way possible.

“Don’t let them beat us,” I told Darío, almost breathless.

He understood at once. He slipped his hand beneath my skirt and grabbed my ass directly, skin against skin, because I was wearing only a tiny thong. The cold air brushed my exposed ass and almost made me moan, but what really weakened my legs was seeing the other couple start kissing again while still watching us from the corners of their eyes.

Darío opened my blouse farther, undoing one button, then two. He lowered his mouth to my neck and upper chest, sucking my skin. I lifted my chin and let him, feeling my thong grow soaked. It took him no time to pull my bra aside just enough to free one breast and catch my nipple in his mouth.

The moan escaped me before I could stop it.

I’d exhibited myself before, and I’d even let people touch me in places where we might be discovered, but this was different. We weren’t completely hidden. If someone turned the corner or looked out from a window, they would see us. And on top of that, I wasn’t being watched only by a man: another woman was observing me with a shameless calm that made my pussy tingle.

I returned her look. She answered by lifting her dress slightly, showing long legs and the edge of a tiny thong. Her companion bent over her cleavage and sucked on a nipple that was already exposed. I felt a stab of competition, arousal, and anger all mixed together.

So I did the same thing, but more.

I opened my blouse all the way and left both breasts bare. Darío gave a low, hungry laugh and took them in both hands as if he’d finally been given permission to use them. He kissed one, then the other, licking my nipples until they were hard. I arched against him, aware of every inch of exposed skin, every second in which the others could see me like that, panting with my tits out in the middle of a dark path.

“Look at me,” Darío asked.

I did, but only for a moment. Then I turned back toward the other couple. The man was staring at me, mouth slightly open. His companion noticed and, far from being annoyed, grabbed his jaw to turn him back toward her. Then, without taking her eyes off mine, she pulled her dress up to her waist.

She kept her thong on, but it was so tiny it barely covered anything.

A dry burst of heat struck my belly. Darío took advantage of my distraction to slip two fingers between my legs, pushing aside my wet thong. They plunged into my pussy and I had to cover my mouth so I wouldn’t moan too loudly. I was soaked, soft, and open for him even before he touched me.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured in my ear. “You’re dripping.”

He caressed me inside with slow movements, then more firmly, and I began moving my hips, seeking more. With his other hand he squeezed one of my breasts, tugging my nipple. The mixture of mild pain, pleasure, and shame brought me close very quickly.

The other woman’s dress was already gathered at her waist. Her man was rubbing her through her thong while she opened his pants. When he pulled out his long, hard cock, I felt my cheeks burn. Not from embarrassment. From arousal. From that kind of silent challenge that had settled between us.

Darío kept fingering me, and I began rubbing myself against his hand, without elegance, without pretending. My thighs were trembling. I grabbed his shoulders and spread my legs wider. The wet sound of his fingers going in and out was perfectly clear in the stillness of the place.

“Like that, don’t stop,” I told him. “Put them in deep.”

He obeyed. He drove a third finger into me and split me with a moan. My pussy swallowed him greedily, squeezing him, asking for more. Meanwhile, the other woman knelt in front of her man and took his cock into her mouth with an ease that left me frozen for a second. She lowered and raised her head slowly, then quickly, sucking the head, licking the shaft, taking his balls into her mouth between breaths.

I stood there staring at her like an idiot, with Darío’s fingers inside me and my chest heaving.

“Do you like watching her?” he asked.

“Yes,” I admitted. “And I like her watching us.”

That made him rougher. He pulled out his soaked fingers and rubbed them over my clitoris, stroking me in precise, cruel circles. I felt the orgasm surge suddenly, quick and sharp. I couldn’t hold it back. I came, grinding myself against his hand, my tits bare and my skirt hiked up, biting my shoulder so I wouldn’t scream.

I sagged against his chest for a second, trembling. The orgasm emptied me and softened my legs, but it didn’t calm me completely. On the contrary: as soon as I caught my breath, I felt Darío’s hard cock, insistent, pressing between my ass cheeks through our clothes.

I looked at the couple across from us again, and that was when I realized we weren’t winning anything.

The woman had already taken off her thong. Her dress was still caught at her waist, and her breasts bounced freely as she continued sucking. The man held her hair with one hand and stroked the base of his cock with the other before pushing it deeper into her mouth. She looked at me from below, mouth full, and smiled around the shaft.

That gesture pierced my pride like a needle.

Darío turned me around and pressed my back against him. He spread my legs wider with his knee and pulled my thong down to mid-thigh. The air hit my wet pussy directly. His hand returned immediately, two fingers first, then his thumb on my clitoris. I threw my head back onto his shoulder, completely surrendered.

“I want to fuck you right here,” he told me. “I want them to watch while I fuck you.”

“Do it,” I answered without thinking. “But do it now.”

He pulled out his fingers, spat into his hand, and grabbed his cock. I felt the hot tip brush my entrance, slide up between my lips, and become slick with my own wetness. I opened wider to receive him. When he thrust into me in one stroke, all the way to the hilt, my scream came out in full.

“Fuck... yes...”

He stayed buried inside me for a moment, breathing hard against my neck. My pussy was so sensitive from the earlier orgasm that every inch hurt deliciously, filling me, making me clench. Then he began to move. At first slowly, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in firmly. Then harder.

His thrusts sounded wet and forceful. My ass smacked against his pelvis, and my breasts bounced with every blow. I held onto my open blouse so I wouldn’t fall and looked straight at the other couple, who had stopped pretending indifference. They were both watching us while continuing with what they were doing.

The woman rose from her knees with her mouth shining and turned around, bracing her hands against the wall. Her man grabbed her hips and pushed into her without much ceremony. She let out a hoarse moan, nothing delicate, nothing shy. And then another kind of competition began.

Darío fucked me from behind harder and harder. I spread my legs and pushed my ass back to take him better. I felt the tip hitting me deep inside while one of his hands rose to squeeze a breast and the other rubbed my clitoris between thrusts.

“Look at how I’m fucking you,” he said in my ear. “Watch them and come with me inside you.”

I panted, unable to form a complete answer. I only said yes, fuck, more, don’t stop. I felt the mixture of shame, exhibition, and desire rising again. In front of me, the other woman was being fucked with her dress still at her waist, her naked ass taking hard blows. She turned her face toward me, and I saw her expression: it wasn’t shyness or a superficial game. It was pure depravity.

That look dragged me back to the edge.

Darío pulled his cock out just a little and drove it back into me harder. The impact made me close my eyes. He had me open, wet, used, and that turned me on even more. He pinched one of my nipples and then ran his wet hand over my clitoris in dirty, insistent movements. I couldn’t take it.

I came for the second time with his cock inside me, squeezing him in spasms, throwing my head back and saying his name uncontrollably. The orgasm shook my whole body. I felt him nearly lose his rhythm from the force with which my pussy clenched him.

“That’s it, goddamn it,” he growled. “That’s how I like you.”

I took a deep breath, still trembling, and for a moment I thought about telling him we should stop there and go to his apartment to continue alone. I’d exposed myself more than ever, come twice, and still felt as though the limit was closing in around me. But Darío was too hard, too lost in the madness to want to stop.

In front of us, the other man came first. He quickly jerked off while watching Darío pound me and came over his woman’s breasts and face. She gathered the cum with her fingers and sucked them clean without taking her eyes off me. My mouth went dry.

I expected the spectacle to end there, or at least for them to slow down. It didn’t.

The woman walked a few steps closer, still with traces of semen on her chest, and stood in front of us while Darío continued inside me, slower now, but without pulling out. She looked at both of us shamelessly, as if the darkness and the place belonged to her.

“Are you going to save it for later?” she asked Darío, fixing her eyes on the cock moving in and out of me.

I was left speechless. It wasn’t exactly anger. It was surprise, disbelief, and a new, strange arousal that struck me right in the stomach.

Darío gave a hoarse laugh. He was still holding me by the waist, and I could feel his thick cock moving inside my sensitive pussy.

The woman crouched down slowly, without touching me, and took hold of the base of his cock when he pulled out of me. I felt the emptiness all at once and almost protested, but I stayed still. She sucked the tip briefly, a short, provocative gesture, enough to make him even harder.

Her companion had already recovered and positioned himself behind her. He took her by the hips while she continued sucking Darío on her knees. It was an obscene, chaotic image, impossible to ignore: me with my blouse open and skirt hiked up, Darío holding another woman’s hair, and her man getting ready to fuck her from behind.

That guy’s first thrust made her moan with her mouth full. I watched everything, motionless, feeling wetness run between my thighs again. My initial shock had faded, and the kink returned with humiliating force.

She bobbed her head up and down on Darío’s cock while the other man drove into her from behind again and again. Their moans mingled with the slaps of skin and the wet sound of the blowjob. Darío watched, fascinated and completely gone, and so did I. It was impossible not to look.

“Come here,” he finally said.

He pulled me close again, took me by the nape, and kissed me. I tasted the other woman’s trace in his mouth, a salty, dirty flavor that sent a shiver through me. Then he turned me around, lifted my skirt slightly, and pushed his cock back inside me. It slid in easily because I was still open and soaked.

This time he fucked me while watching the scene head-on, as if he wanted to participate and observe at the same time. I held onto his forearm and let myself go. There was no competition or pride anymore. Only the strange feeling of being submerged in a night that was too hot, too exposed, too real to forget.

The other couple continued for several more minutes. He came again with a rough groan and stayed pressed against her, panting. Darío didn’t take much longer. He gripped my hip, gave me three deep thrusts, and came inside me with a grunt, grinding his teeth against my shoulder.

I felt the heat of his ejaculation mingle with everything else and exhaled slowly, empty and dazed.

We separated slowly. I straightened my clothes as best I could, my legs still weak. The other woman wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and gave me a satisfied, almost mocking smile, but not a cruel one. As if the two of us recognized something without needing to say it.

I would have liked to come up with a witty line, a final provocation, anything that would give me back control. Nothing came out. I only nodded, breathing deeply, while Darío took my hand so we could leave.

***

As soon as we closed the door to his apartment, he slammed me against it and kissed me again. The thrill of the witnesses and the darkness of the path were gone, but all the accumulated heat remained. He pulled my thong down in one motion, knelt, and buried his face between my legs as if he’d spent the whole night holding himself back.

His tongue opened me slowly, licking me from bottom to top, savoring the mixture of my orgasms, his semen, and the sweat from everything that had happened. I grabbed his hair and moaned without holding back. In private, there was no need to keep quiet about anything.

“I left you so delicious,” he murmured before sucking my clitoris again.

My pussy was sensitive, almost sore, but I loved it. His insistent tongue made me tremble again. He slid in two fingers and fucked me with them while sucking me hungrily, and it didn’t take long for me to come a third time, shorter but intense, my legs weak and my back arched against the door.

Then we went to bed. This time I climbed on top. I lowered myself onto him little by little, feeling him hard and thick again, until I was sitting fully on his cock. I began moving slowly, using my hips, squeezing him inside me. He grabbed my tits, squeezed them, licked my nipples, and let me do it while he watched me rise and fall.

“Now, without an audience,” he told me.

“I don’t know,” I replied, still panting. “After what happened out there, this almost feels quiet.”

We laughed, but only for a second. Then I began bouncing on his cock eagerly, faster and faster. I felt him opening me, pounding inside me, my pussy becoming a wet trap around him again. I leaned over his chest, and we kept fucking until we were both exhausted, sweaty, and satisfied.

At dawn, lying beside him, I couldn’t get that woman’s look out of my head. She hadn’t humiliated me. She hadn’t truly beaten me. But she had reminded me that there is always someone more shameless, hungrier, or simply more willing to cross a line.

And I have to admit it: thinking about that still makes me wet.