I Exhibited Myself to Strangers and Discovered My Secret Pleasure

We’re telling this story together, she and I, each from our side of the camera.

It all started as a game I slipped into almost without meaning to, and it ended up turning me on more than I would ever have admitted out loud. That afternoon, when Marcos opened my shirt almost to my navel right in the middle of the dance floor, I was dying of embarrassment. I could feel my tits moving freely beneath the fabric with every step, my nipples rubbing against the cotton until they were hard as rocks, and some forbidden patch of skin was always left sticking out into the open air.

After that, I stopped worrying. People barely paid any attention to me, except for a little group of guys who stared at every woman wearing very little, and I was one of them. And the truth was that there were plenty of us that night: skirts that looked like wide belts, necklines plunging practically down to the soul. In my shorts, I was almost the most discreet woman in the place.

I only got a little frightened when we started dancing and one of those guys asked me for the next song. It started well, but soon his hands went where they shouldn’t. I felt his fingers slip beneath my open shirt and grab my tits without asking permission, squeezing them, pinching my nipples with such brazen nerve that it left me breathless. He wouldn’t let go: he pawed at them in full view, pulling them completely through the opening so they hung outside, on display for his friends, who were licking their lips at the bar. And I admit I liked the way he positioned himself close to them so they could get a better look whenever something slipped out from under the fabric, how he would turn me by the waist so my tits swung free while he kept fondling me as if I belonged to him. I could feel his hard cock outlined against my ass, rubbing against me to the rhythm of the music, without the slightest attempt at concealment.

I noticed him undoing the last button of my shirt and the button of my trousers, and one of his hands slipped inside, moving down my belly and brushing my pussy through my panties. That was when I realized I was soaked. The guy noticed too, because he looked at me with a bastard’s grin and pressed his fingers against me, rubbing slowly over the wet fabric, then slipping the tip of one finger beneath the elastic to work his way between my already slippery lips. He tried to pull my trousers down but couldn’t get them all the way off, until Marcos rescued me and dragged me away laughing. My cheeks were burning, and underneath that embarrassment was an arousal I didn’t understand, with my panties stuck to my swollen pussy and my nipples shamelessly poking out through my half-unbuttoned shirt.

And then, that night, came the other thing: exhibiting myself before dozens of people who could see me whole through a screen, demanding more and more from me in filthy language. It began with Marcos slowly undressing me in front of the laptop, forcing my legs apart so my pussy could be seen up close, making me put two fingers inside myself and pull them out glistening while the chat filled with increasingly dirty messages demanding more. He made me kneel between his legs and suck his cock in front of the camera, and I took it all the way down my throat without looking away from the lens, threads of saliva running down my chin while the strangers on the other side of the world shouted obscenities. It ended with me lying naked across the table, my legs spread wide and my ass right at the edge, while Marcos fucked me in front of all those anonymous viewers, driving his whole cock deep inside me, pulling it out gleaming and plunging it back in without pause. I moaned like a bitch in heat, gripping the edge of the table, feeling my pussy tighten around his cock with every thrust, feeling my tits bounce in time with his pounding so the camera wouldn’t miss a thing. He didn’t stop: he fucked me harder and harder so my moans would carry through the microphone, so those viewers could watch us writhe, and he even hooked my legs over his shoulders to drive it deeper. I came within seconds, with Marcos buried to the hilt and a release that shook my entire body, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream too loudly. He came right afterward, pulling out to empty his semen over my belly and tits while the viewers cheered us on from the other side of the world. And I understood that after that, whatever Marcos suggested, I would do gladly.

***

I woke with the first light and started thinking that the previous day had gotten out of hand. Not just the dancing, but the camera too, showing her off and possessing her in front of all those people, even if it was through a little window. We were both naked in bed, me pressed against her back, one hand on her chest, the sheets tangled around our feet, my half-hard cock resting against the cleft of her ass.

I tried not to move. It felt too good against her warm body, my thighs against hers, her breathing falling into rhythm with mine as it drew near and receded. I didn’t know how we had ended up so tangled together, but I wanted to stretch out the moment. In the end, I had to slowly ease myself free so I could get up without waking her.

I washed my face a little and looked at myself in the mirror, trying to guess what Lucía saw in me that made her give me so much in barely two days. I didn’t look bad, but there were plenty of men like me. I had never thought of myself as one of those irresistible Don Juans who attracted women without lifting a finger.

I concluded that it was all about the opportunity and the closeness. Lucía needed to get revenge on Daniel somehow, for insisting so much on pushing her into another man’s arms against her will. And now she was finally doing it, without him knowing, so she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, even though she was aware that deep down she was doing exactly what he had asked for so persistently.

When I came back, she was still lying down, but she had changed position. On her back, one arm extended as if searching for me, one knee bent and the other fallen outward, leaving her shaved pussy on display, her erect nipples pointing at the ceiling. She was exposed without the slightest trace of modesty, lying peacefully in her bed, in her home, certain that no one but me could see her. Her long, tousled hair covered part of her shoulder.

She grunted softly, almost like a purr, when I placed my hand on her warm belly and slowly lowered it, brushing her pubic mound until I rested my fingers on the lips of her pussy.

—What time is it? —she murmured without fully opening her eyes.

—No idea —I replied.

—Should I make breakfast while you wake up?

—No. Stay a little longer.

I wanted to know what she thought about everything that had happened the day before, but I began by telling her that I could see how much she had enjoyed it, that the nighttime show had aroused her more than she herself had expected. With a smile, she admitted that yes, from the moment I had opened her shirt at the club, she had kept getting hotter until she couldn’t stand it anymore when she got home. As for turning on the camera, she said she had never imagined it would be so exciting, or that it would turn her on so much to have a bunch of strangers watch her get fucked on the table like a slut.

I kissed her slowly, that good-morning kiss that is the best way to begin the day, and lay down over her body, seeking once again the warmth and softness of her skin. I parted her thighs with my knee and settled between her legs, feeling how her pussy was already wet and hot, soaking the head of my cock with nothing more than a brush against it. I began rubbing myself against her open lips without putting it inside yet, sliding up and down her slit until she arched her ass toward me, grabbing my cock and guiding the tip to her entrance herself. I was about to push it all the way in when the bedside phone rang. When she picked it up and I saw it was Daniel, I pulled away with my cock still stiff and dripping, and climbed down from the bed to leave her alone. I went to the kitchen to make coffee as quietly as possible, my erection pointing forward like a rod.

And I heard her lie to him: that I had left very early on Monday, that she had only gone down to the village for a drink, that she hadn’t gone dancing, that she had merely been sunbathing beside the pool. How easily the lie came to her. She hung up, came into the kitchen, and hugged me from behind, still without a stitch on, rubbing her hard tits against my back and lowering one hand to grab my cock, which was still only half-hard. She masturbated me slowly a couple of times, squeezing the entire length with her palm, murmuring in my ear that we had all morning to resume what Daniel had interrupted and that she was dying to taste my semen again.

We had breakfast like that, naked, because the heat was already beginning to press down and the house was isolated enough that no one would pass nearby. Then I suggested another game in front of the camera: an everyday scene of getting up and getting dressed, for an audience that by that hour was surely already glued to the screen just as they had been the night before.

It was another challenge, and I wasn’t surprised when she accepted. She was on a roll, ready for anything I came up with. We went back to the bedroom, I turned on the laptop, and positioned the camera toward the bed. I told her to lie down, that I would direct the lens toward her, and that the moment she gave me a signal, I would cut the broadcast instantly.

It turned out to be far kinkier than any striptease. I started broadcasting with her lying in the same position as when she had woken up, on her back, her legs slightly apart, revealing her pink, half-open pussy and hard nipples turned rigid by the knowledge that she was being watched. When I told her she had enough viewers, she got up with her back to the camera, showing her ass for quite a while as she stretched with her hands above her head, then dressed slowly, one garment after another, turning toward the lens just enough to ensure that the people behind the screen missed no detail. She put on her panties in slow motion, pulling them up her thighs until she wedged them between the lips of her pussy to outline the crease, then put on her bra, arranging her tits inside the cups herself so their size would be clearly visible. The morning light came perfectly through the window.

I stopped when she stepped out of the frame to put on the last T-shirt. I wanted to show her the recording, so she could see herself just as those strangers had admired her. She was delighted, laughing uproariously at the messages they wrote in the chat window, amazed that so many people had nothing better to do at that hour. She was right, but then again, there are all kinds of people.

—And now what? —she asked curiously—. What have you thought up for today?

I told her the plan. She had gone nude on large beaches, but there everyone minded their own business and no one looked at anyone else. I suggested something different: a small cove on the other side of the reservoir, an enclosed area where no one would bother us, but one where mostly single men tended to go. More eyes. More real admirers.

That morning we did things around the house and cooled off for a while in the pool. In the afternoon, we took the car. The road was bad, but the place was worth it: a pine forest on both sides, plenty of shade to leave the car in, and a path descending through the trees to the water’s edge.

There were already people there, though not the crowds she knew from the beaches, and I think that reassured her. She calmly took off her clothes so that we were both as we had come into the world, then lay down in the sun before getting wet. I immediately noticed that she enjoyed the game of undressing, because to my surprise she wasn’t wearing a bikini beneath her dress, but beautiful white, lacy lingerie that revealed the dark nipples and the triangle of her shaved pubic mound through the fabric.

It was as if she were undressing to get into bed at night. She pulled the dress slowly over her head, pretending it had caught on something, letting everyone nearby watch her in her underwear without having to look at anyone. Then she took off her bra with the same calculated slowness, freeing her tits all at once before half a dozen fixed gazes that missed none of the way her nipples swayed as they were released. She drew all eyes to her again before yanking down her panties and lying beside me with her shaved pussy open to the sun and the voyeurs. The men on the nearby towels pretended nothing was happening, but there wasn’t a single one who wasn’t devouring her with his eyes.

After a while I asked her to walk to the water alone, saying I wanted to take pictures for another album like the one from our hike in the hills. She didn’t hesitate. She got up, walked to the shore with her tits and ass swaying with every step, and dipped her foot into the icy water, squealing. Then she strolled along the bank, going farther away than I would have liked, I suppose so she could show herself to the people farther off as well.

When she came back and sat on the towel, she confessed that doing it in person was much more exciting than doing it online. There she could see their faces, the shamelessness of the men watching her, the cocks showing hard through the swimsuits of those who passed nearby pretending to look at the water, the things some of them said and offered her without the slightest restraint, and they didn’t stop until she sat down beside me again. Then she whispered in my ear, giggling, that her pussy had gotten wet all by itself, without touching it, simply from feeling so many eyes on her.

—Would you like to do it with one of them? —I asked her.

—Ha, not a chance. Though some of them are really good-looking, honestly —she laughed.

—I think you would. But not today. Not today.

She gave me a strange look, and I understood what she was thinking: that in the end I was just like Daniel, another man trying to push her into a stranger’s arms. I got that idea out of her head immediately. I wasn’t talking about forcing her into anything. I was talking about how someday she might want it all by herself, for the sheer pleasure of being watched and fucked, like the night before, just as she had told me moments ago that it was more brutal and more arousing in the flesh, with real people standing there in front of her.

We went back when we got tired. The sun between the pines wasn’t very warm, the water was freezing, and the procession of solitary men passing in front of us again and again had started to become tiresome. We gathered up the towels. I put on my trunks and carried everything heavy; she took her clothes in one hand and started walking naked uphill, claiming it was too hot to get dressed, to the delight of everyone coming down and the dismay of those who didn’t arrive in time to get a good look at her, her naked tits and ass swaying among the pines.

It wasn’t a problem for her to ride naked in the car either. The route was deserted, but even so I took the alternate road, the one that didn’t pass through the village, to avoid an unpleasant encounter with the police, who might not share her theory about the heat and clothing. As I drove, I glanced at her: relaxed, satisfied, her legs shamelessly spread across the seat, wearing the smile of someone who has just discovered how far her own desire reaches.

And I knew that the game that had begun almost by accident had only just started.