The Perfect Match
by Vanessa Evans

Part 01

Yes, as the story title says, I believe that Sara and I are a perfect match. You see, Sara is a natural, subservient exhibitionist and I am a voyeur who loves candualism.

Maybe I should start by describing the pair of us. I’ll start with Sara who is 162 cm tall, 52 Kg, quite slim and skinny and 23 years-old with long, blonde hair. Her measurements are 32-21-33 with amazing, A+ pointy tits with not the slightest sag. She has a Mediterranean family background and a tanned looking skin with small dark brown areolae and dark brown pencil eraser sized nipples. All around Sara’s pussy is the same colour as the rest of her body and she has next to no inner labia, just a slit with a pencil eraser sized clit that rarely hides behind it’s hood.  

For a living, Sara is a graphics designer who is lucky enough to work from home 2 days per week.

Me, I’m Dylan, also 23 years old, 182 cm tall, 73 Kg and of average build. I work as a structural engineer who occasionally manages to work from home.

Home for us is now a modest little house in London’s suburbs that we bought with an inheritance that I’ll explain later.


We met at a University Freshers party and I was instantly attracted to Sara, and what she was wearing, or maybe I should say what she was not wearing - knickers or a bra, her very short, low cut dress revealing her tits and pussy as she danced. I started talking to her and we got on like the proverbial house on fire. I asked her out on a date and things just got better and better.


*****

I’m going to write about a number of ‘incidents’ that have occurred, some purely unplanned and some accidental, but most of them created by either me, or Sara.

I’ll start with the event that happened about 4 years ago after we’d been dating for a few weeks. We were still at university and we’d been invited to a party in one of the dorm buildings.

I’d quickly discovered that Sara got pleasure out of being seen naked when we’d gone clothes shopping for a new top for her to wear at the party and she was trying on clothes.

The shop didn’t have a separate changing room, just curtained cubicles in the main store, and I noticed that Sara didn’t fully close the curtain. I could see into the cubicle through that 9 or 10 centimetre gap and I watched Sara strip totally naked.

Sara wasn’t wearing a bra. I’d discovered shortly after we started dating that she hates bras and she’d asked me if I would mind if she didn’t wear one some times. That sometimes turned out to be 99.99% of the time, something that I was quite happy about.

Sara was wearing a G-string that day, and for some unknown reason she took that off as well as her dress, to try on the top, not that I was complaining, it was a beautiful sight seeing her naked backside through the gap and her naked and hairless front in the mirror in front of her. 

What made it more exciting for me was that she was naked in a clothes shop with lots of other customers just the other side of the partially open curtain, and that I wasn’t the only man looking through that gap. Another guy, around my age, was stood next to me and was seeing everything that I was.

If Sara knew that 2 guys were watching her, she did an amazing job of pretending that she didn’t know and that no one could see what she was doing.

The top that Sara was trying on was sleeveless with spaghetti straps, and virtually no sides to it. With it on, Sara turned from side to side as she looked in the mirror and she must have seen what we could see, lots of side-boob. What’s more, the front had a deep ‘V’ revealing lots of cleavage.   

As Sara turned from side to side she adjusted the front several times, often covering a tit that had escaped. I marvelled at the amount of bare skin that I could see, and that included her bald pubis and her clit sticking out between the lips of her slit. When we had first had sex I discovered that Sara shaves everywhere below her neck each morning in the shower and that she has a clit that is bigger than any I had seen before.

“Wow,” the guy next to me said as Sara took off the top and started to get dressed, “that was one hell of a show, is she with you?”

“Yes, and she is impressive.” I replied as the curtain fully opened and Sara stepped out giving no impression that she’s given such an amazing show.

“Maybe I should try on a different colour.” Sara said as she walked passed me to the rack where the top came from.

Soon, the show was repeated, but this time it was for an audience of one.

When that second show was over, and Sara exited the cubicle saying that she was going to buy that top, I said,

“Sara, lover, would you go back in there, take your G-string off and give it to me?”

Sara looked me in the face, smiled, then turned and did just that. She was still smiling when she came out and handed me her G-string.

“Let’s go.” Sara said as she headed for the sales counter to pay for the top.

Outside the shop I asked,

“Aren’t you worried that someone might see your pussy up that very short dress, it only just covers your slit?”

“Nope, but if you see someone looking at me Dylan, please let me know.”

“So that you can tug your skirt down?”

“No, so that I can get turned-on knowing that they are looking at my pussy.”

I was almost speechless, but at the same time, horny as hell.

“Like the top on me did you Dylan? I saw you and that other guy watching me.”

“So that’s why you didn’t properly close the curtain Sara?”

“Maybe.”
 
“Well Sara, this is a side of you that I haven’t seen before.”

“Is it a problem for you Dylan?”

“Hell no, I like a girl who’s confident enough to show lots of skin and gets turned-on by people seeing it.”

“Good.” Sara replied.

“So, are you going to wear that top to the party Sara, it’s not too revealing for you is it?”

“Yes, no, although I think that I should probably wear a skirt with it.”

“You’d go to a party wearing just that top Sara?”

“Yes, if you told me to Dylan, and by the look of the front of your jeans I can see that you are considering it.”

“Wow Sara, you are amazing, you’d really go to a party wearing just that top if I asked you to?”

“No, not asked me, told me that you wanted me to go wearing just this top.”

“Wouldn’t you be too embarrassed?”

“I would be horribly embarrassed, but if you told me to then I would do it.”

“Come on Sara, we’re going to a coffee shop, we need to talk.”


We sat at a table outside the coffee shop and I decided to test Sara,

“Uncross your knees and spread them Sara.”

Sara looked at me, smiled and spread her knees wide enough for anyone passing by to see her bald pussy.

I smiled as I saw a slightly nervous smile of Sara’s face, her making no attempt to close her knees.

In the short time that we’d been dating I’d got the impression that Sara really liked me and would do almost anything to please me, but this was a dream come true. This girl had put on a show for me, and a stranger, and was now, after a simple request, displaying her bald pussy for anyone to see, and she had a lustful expression on her face.

“Sara,” I asked, “are you happy? I’m asking because you’ve displayed your naked body in a shop, to me and to a stranger, your walking around a shopping centre in a dress that’s so short that you could easily be showing your bare butt and pussy to the whole world, your nipples are threatening to drill their way out of that dress, and to top all that, you’re sat here with your pussy on display for the world to see. Why are you doing this?”

“Are you upset with me Dylan?”

“Hell no, I love it, but why are you doing it?”

“Because I want to, I need to be seen naked, I need people to lust after me, I need to know that my body has made men hard, and I enjoy doing it. It makes me all horny and I feel safe doing it with you near me, and I’ll do anything for you Dylan.”

Wow, I was stunned, I’d really hit the jackpot with this girl, a real hottie who would do anything for me. I decided to test her,

“Slide your butt to the front edge of the chair and lean back Sara.”

Sara did.

“Spread your knees wider.”

Sara did, and I could see her open pussy lips and her juices seeping out of her hole and creeping down to her butt hole. I looked around and was disappointed that no one was staring at her although I did see one guy do a double take.

“Okay Sara, sit up and finish your coffee, we have to get back to your flat, I need to fuck your brains out.”

Sara’s coffee was finished before mine and she got to her feet. She was just stood there, right in front of the still sat me, waiting for me to finish. She had made no attempt to pull her dress down and I could just see the end of her clit and her wet inner thighs.

“I’m in heaven.” I thought as I gulped the rest of my coffee down then got to my feet.

We almost ran back to Sara’s room and we didn’t get off her bed until it was dark and time to get ready to go to the party, although we did manage to talk a little as we rested between rounds.

Sara again confessed that she loved to be told to do sexy things, and that she got a real buzz from people seeing her naked body, and she just about begged me to keep telling her what to wear and what to do. Again, Sara said that she felt safe deliberately exposing herself with me around.

“What about accidental exposures Sara. If you’re going to let me tell you what to wear you do realise that I’ll have you wearing very short skirts and no knickers most of the time?”

“I hope that you will lover, and if someone sees my pussy without me me knowing then it’s their lucky day. If I do know that they’ve seen me and you’re not around I’ll make a judgement call as to what to do but it will probably mean that I’ll let them have another or a better look assuming that that is that okay with you Dylan.”

Well, that confession got me hard again and it wasn’t until after we’d fucked again that I could reply to her, me telling her that I would be honoured to expose her, and tell her what to wear, and what not to wear whenever she wanted, with just one proviso, that she had a safe word that she could use anytime that she wanted, and I would immediately remove any current restrictions on her.

After some thought Sara chose the word ‘rhubarb’.

We hugged and fucked again before both of us going into her little, one person shower and washing all the sweat and love juices off each other.

*****

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Going to our first party together.

I helped Sara blow-dry her hair and told her that she was too beautiful to wear any make-up before deciding on what she would wear to the party.

Sara said that she was pleased with my choices, her new top, a very short, floaty skirt and her wedge heels.

The party was in another students accommodation block just down the road, and I told her not to hold her skirt down if the wind blew it up, and not to cover her nipples if one escaped when she did any sharp turns.

Sara clung to my arm as we walked, and she told me that she was VERY happy.


As we were going up in the lift, I adjusted her top so that both her nipples were covered, then I put my hand under her skirt, cupped her bare pussy and slid a finger inside her for a couple of seconds causing her to moan a little.

“You’re dripping Sara.” I said.

“Yes, I’m hoping that a few people will see my pussy tonight.”

Sara was sucking my finger clean as the lift doors opened.


The party was your typical students party, drinking, talking, drinking, dancing,  a couple of idiots taking drugs, more drinking and a couple of drinking games.

Sara and I spent most of the time talking and dancing, with a bit of drinking. There was no way that I wanted to get wasted.

Strangely, just about every guy there wanted to talk with Sara and me, possibly because Sara’s tits kept escaping out the sides of her top. After the first time I whispered to her to not cover up until someone told her she was exposed. This meant that for about half of the time she had at least one tit exposed.

We were leant against a wall for some of the time, and when I could get an arm round her, my hand went down to her butt and back up underneath her short skirt. I had a finger teasing the insides of her pussy for quite a while, whilst we talked to people.

As the night wore on, people were getting wasted, guys and girls. They were either flat on their backs on the floor or sat on the floor leaning back against the wall. I had an idea and told Sara to go to each wasted person and stand at their heads with her feet apart, so that if they did open their eyes they would get a great view of her pussy.

Okay, there wasn’t that much light in there but there was enough for whoever to make out her pussy and maybe get her juices dripping on their face.

Sara looked at me, grinned, and off she went.

I watched her do exactly what I had told her to do, but I didn’t think that any on them had opened their eyes.

Then I had another idea and I told her to pretend to be drunk and to collapse against me. She did and I put an arm round her, grabbing her tit to help me hold her up.

After a couple of girls asked me if Sara was okay, and I told them that she was just wasted.

I saw a space on the sofa and took her over to it. I lowered Sara onto the sofa with her butt just on the front edge and her body laying back.

As Sara went down, I held her skirt up so that when she was sat, the front of her skirt was half way up to her waist. I then leant over her doing 2 things, firstly whispering for her to keep pretending to be out of it, and secondly, adjusting her top so that one of her tits was fully exposed.

Then I went to get myself another beer leaving Sara’s pussy and one tit fully exposed.


I got delayed in the kitchen, one guy telling me that I was a lucky bastard and asking me if Sara had a friend, and the other, wanting to talk to me about a damned football match.

When I got back to Sara, I stayed away from her, wanting to see what happened. I noticed that her knees were spread wide, therefore her pussy was spread wide open.

There was a guy that I know sat beside Sara and he looked to be out of it when I put Sara there, and a couple of minutes later I saw the guy lift his head and open his eyes. He shook his head when he saw Sara’s tit, then he looked down her body and saw her bald pubis.

He looked around, probably checking to see of anyone was watching him, then his hand went onto Sara’s thigh. When she didn’t react his hand moved to her pussy and I could see him slowly rubbing her clit and fingering her.

I knew that Sara was only pretending to be drunk and out of it, so I knew that if she wasn’t happy she would have done something about it, but she didn’t, and a couple of minutes later I saw the telltale signs of her having an orgasm, but she never opened her eyes and the guy just kept groping her.

A couple of minutes later another guy came over and I heard him say,

“Duncan your not dead. Have you found a free use slut, can I have a go at that?”

With that, Pete, the new guy, knelt between Sara’s legs and took over fingering her.

I guess that Sara knew that it was a different guy’s fingers inside her and it wasn’t long before those telltale signs told me that she was cumming again.

Then Pete said something that told me I had to put and end to this. He said,

“Come on Duncan, help me get her up and we can take her to a bedroom and properly fuck her.”

I waited until they had got Sara to her feet then I went and stood in front of them and said,

“There you are Sara, have these 2 guys been looking after you? Thank you so much guys.”

Duncan and Pete stared at me for a couple of seconds then Duncan said,

“Is this your girl Dylan? She said that she was going to throw-up so we were taking her to the bathroom.”

“Thanks guys, but I’ve got her from here.”

I put my arms round Sara’s waist and pulled her away from the guys, Sara flopping onto my shoulder as Duncan and Pete walked away.

“Can we go back to my place now Dylan, I need your cock inside me.”

“Definitely, but you had better keep up the pretence of being drunk.” I replied, then I squat down and gently let Sara fall over my shoulder.

With her skirt being so short, half her bare butt and her pussy were on display. I knew that Sara knew about her exposure and was enjoying it, so I decided to say goodbye to the people whose party it was.

I walked round all the rooms looking for them, with Sara still over my shoulder and very exposed.

I got a few nice comments about Sara’s butt and pussy and I did nothing to stop a guy, then later, a girl, fingering her before I moved on.
 
I found one of the hosts, thanked him and offered Sara’s pussy for a finger job as a thanks for hosting the party. He accepted, and I let him finger her until I felt her breathing heavily, then I said that I’d better get her back to her room.

Once we were on the lift, alone, Sara asked me to put her down, but I refused, telling her that there may be others around who would appreciate the sight. She didn’t complain.

I carried Sara, with her butt and pussy fully exposed, right back to her room. One of her flatmates was in the corridor when we got to the flat and he stared at her as I said,

“Pissed and passed out.”

In her room we quickly stripped and were at it like rabbits for ages before we finally went to sleep as dawn was breaking.

*****

Well, that was how we discovered what each of us wanted, how compatible we are, and how our first adventure went. Since that time, Sara and I have spent many hours fantasising about scenarios whereby Sara gets naked, displays her pussy, masturbates and we even fuck, with lots of people watching us, and me videoing it all. Even a couple of scenarios where an unknown guy was fucking Sara with me watching.

Those early adventures, us discussing and acting out some of our fantasies has led to a very happy relationship that is still going strong 3+ years later.

*****

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Clothes modification.

More for information rather than exciting.

On the Sunday afternoon after that party, and when we were able to resist each other’s bodies, Sara decided to sort out her wardrobe. She said that she wanted rid of all the frumpy clothes that her mother had bought for her.

“Sorry, but that will leave you with hardly anything.”

“I know, but I’m not going to go on like I have been doing. I feel like a nun half the time.”

How about getting busy with a pair of scissors until we have enough money to get you a whole new wardrobe?”

“I love the way you think Dylan, please get everything out then we’ll go through everything one by one. I’ll dig out the scissors.”

We did, and an hour later we had a rubbish bag full of discarded clothes and strips of fabric from the bottom of just about all of Sara’s skirts and dresses. 

“So I asked, after we’d fucked again, “are you going to go around holding your bag in front of your pussy all the time Sara?”

“Do you want me to?” 

“Hell no, the more people who see your pussy the better.”

“I was hoping that you’d say that, don’t worry Dylan, my bag, or my books will go nowhere near my pussy, and if anyone sees my pussy then it’s their lucky day.”


Sara then confessed to me that accidentally, or not, showing her pussy was what she had wanted to do ever since she started at the university, but she needed someone to support her, and now she had me.

Sara and I discussed the inevitable and we agreed that she would ignore the shortness of her skirts and pretend that she was wearing an ankle length skirt.


A couple of weeks later, Sara told me that she does this all the time, regardless of where she is or who is around her. Using her peripheral vision, and sometimes her sunglasses, she sneaks looks at the people around her to see if they are looking at her.

Sara also tells me that she is very disappointed that the vast majority of people just either don’t notice what she is displaying, or totally ignore what they can see.

What Sara does admit to is what happens when she sees some guys blatantly staring at her display. She says that she usually gets very wet, spreads her knees a bit more and sometimes scratches a non-existent itch next to her pussy. She also admits to going to the restroom after such an event and rubbing one out to allow her to concentrate on her next class.


Guess what we did after Sara confessed all this to me.  

*****

The First Dare.

This was relatively tame and certainly without any risk. What’s more, I wasn’t there.

Just before I left Sara’s place on the Monday after that party, I dared Sara, for the rest of the day, to wear just a tank top. I picked one that I knew was a bit long for a top, but not long enough to be a dress.

We were both grinning as she put it on and we both saw that it only reached down to her pubic bone. The slightest movement would reveal her slit and the bottom half of her bare butt.

“Go and get yourself some breakfast or lunch Sara, I will be back this evening and if I can resist your body I’ll take you for a drink.”

“Like this?” Sara asked.

“Maybe.” I replied as I walked out of the door.


I couldn’t resist her body when I got back and we again tested the springs on her mattress and not making it to the pub; and that was before she told me that one of her flatmates had entered the kitchen whilst she was bending over to get something out of a bottom cupboard to make herself a meal.


“Flashing your pussy again Sara?”

“What? Oh Erin, you shouldn’t be looking.” Sara had replied as she took her time in the cupboard.

“I would have thought that you’d have done enough pussy flashing on Saturday night.”

“What are you talking about Erin?”

“Saturday, party, don’t you remember Sara, passed out on the sofa legs spread wide and no knickers, then over Dylan’s shoulder, pussy on full display for everyone to see, and he carried you all round the flat like that. Everyone there got a great look, I even saw a couple of guys fingering you,”

“Oh no, I wasn’t out cold was I? Shit, I’ve got to stop drinking so much; and Dylan didn’t try to cover me? The bastard.”

“Don’t worry about it Sara, you have a nice pussy and it looks so much nicer in the daylight.”

“Stop it Erin, you’re embarrassing me.”

*****

A windy walk in the sun.

One afternoon the following week we were both free and it was a nice sunny day, so we decided to go for a walk. I let Sara choose what she wore and her choice was a summer dress that was thin cotton with a now very short floaty skirt part that Sara said made her feel naked below the waist.

“Good,” I said, “you did a good job shortening it, if the wind blows it about don’t hold it down.”

“I wasn’t going to.” Sara replied.


As we walked, we talked, and Sara told me about some of the times in classes, or the university cafe, when she’d spotted someone staring at her bare legs. She told me that if the boys stared for long enough she’d slowly spread her knees so that they could get a better view of her pussy before going to the restroom to rub one out.

Sara also told me that she’d noticed one of the teachers staring up her bare legs. Apparently the guy is quite cute and Sara always sits in the front row of his class. Whenever she catches him staring she again spreads her knees a little so that he can see all of her slit.


We walked through a little park, and because it was quite warm, we sat on the grass for a while. We sat with Sara facing the sun, which also meant that we were facing a busy path quite near to it.

At first, Sara sat with he legs out straight but I told her to bring her knees up to her chest, keep then together then spread her feet apart.

“I do love it when you get me to expose my pussy like that.” Sara said.   

I’d turned and sat with my back to the sun so that I could look at Sara’s face, and sneakily, put my hand inside her dress and fondle her tits that were hidden by her knees.

We stayed like that for ages, still talking, occasionally kissing, and my hand slowly raising Sara’s arousal level. 

Because I was looking at Sara’s face, I hadn’t seen her slowly lower her legs, and when I turned to see who has said,

“Your pussy will be getting a nice suntan Sara.”

I saw her bare and spread legs, her skirt well above her pubis and a girl stood at Sara’s feet looking down at us.

“Oh hi Elaine,” Sara said, “I didn’t expect to see you here, we were just making the most of the unusually warm weather before it gets cold. Although the wind is getting stronger.”

“Yes, I can see what it has done to your dress. Do you ever wear knickers Sara? I’ve noticed a few times that you haven’t had any on in class, and if I’ve noticed then I’m sure that most of the guys there have as well. Hi Dylan.”

“It’s only skin Elaine, we’ve all got plenty of it.” Sara replied.

“Hi Elaine, you keeping well?” I replied.

“True Sara,” Elaine said, “but you’re distracting the guys.”

“Then they shouldn’t look. It’s their problem not mine.”

“True, okay, I’ll go and leave you two love-birds to do whatever it is you are doing. See you in class tomorrow.”

With that, Elaine left and I said,

“Well it looks like your pussy is the centre of attraction in your classes Sara, how long have your legs been spread like that?”

“Since you started groping my tits.”

“Maybe we should go before I rip that dress off you and fuck you right here.”

“Maybe we should stay and see how many people will stop to watch us fucking.”

“Maybe someone will call the cops, come on, let’s go into those bushes, I’m sure that we can find somewhere where we can finish what we’ve started.”


We did go into the bushes and Sara did spread her legs and bend at the waist whilst I fucked her. 

*****

Halloween Party and a better display.

The next adventure was at a Halloween party, and everyone was expected to go in fancy dress. Sara dug out her old school uniform and I hired a policeman’s uniform, complete with night stick and handcuffs.

When Sara jokingly told me to be careful where I put that stick, a scenario came into my head.

Sara had attacked her old school plaid skirt with some scissors and left it just long enough to cover her slit. As is her norm by then, she wasn’t wearing a bra or knickers, but she was wearing black stockings and a suspender belt that attached to the stockings a few centimetres below the hem of the skirt.

The white blouse that she was wearing must have been a really old one as the fabric was very thin and really tight across her chest. Her nipples were threatening to drill their way out, and the buttons were threatening to pop open at any minute, although her school tie was doing a reasonable job of covering the gap between her tits.

I really wanted to ravish her body before we even got to the party, but Sara kept telling me to wait until after the party. I hadn’t told her about my idea but I think that she had a good idea what it was and she told me that she was definitely going to pretend to get drunk.

Sara wasn’t the only girl wearing her old school uniform, but Sara’s was the most inviting.

Anyway, someone had brought a bottle of rum and Sara decided to drink rum and cola all night and she certainly went through a lot of glasses of it, only each time that I got her a refill it was only the cola.

The party went well, mingling, dancing, guys doing drinking games, the usual stuff, and Sara started slurring her words and swaying and stumbling a bit. After a few minutes Sara leant on me and loudly said,

“I wanna dance on that coffee table.”


Just so that you know, the coffee table in that flat was huge, bigger than most dining tables that I’ve seen. Why the flat had that I will never know, but there it was.


People round and on the coffee table obviously liked Sara’s idea because they started getting off and clearing the table. I guess that the guys realised that they’d be able to see up Sara’s very short skirt and I was sure that some of them already knew that Sara never wore knickers.

Sara made hard work of getting on the table and I’m sure that a few people got a great view of her bare butt when she was on her hands and knees before getting to her feet.

As she started swaying and dancing to the music, she certainly looked drunk and I heard one girl say that Sara looked like she was going to fall over.

That was my cue to get on the table and hold her up.

As I stood behind Sara, with my hands around her waist, she leant her head back on my shoulder whilst still swaying to the music.

I looked down and could see, mainly guys, looking up her skirt. I knew that they could see her pussy and I was getting excited, and I’m sure that Sara was as well.

Then I heard Sara whisper,

“Strip me.”

That was already my intention but I said nothing, just moved my hands up to her tits and started playing with her tented nipples.

I heard one guy shout,

“GET ‘EM OUT.”

So I moved my hands and gripped each side of her blouse between the button holes and ripped them apart and kept going until her blouse was right off her tits.

There was loud cheers as Sara’s tits were exposed as she continued swaying, leaning her head back on my shoulder.

As I pulled and twisted her nipples, I think it was the same guy’s voice shouted,

“STRIP HER.”

“Don’t worry mate, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” I thought, but I only smiled.
    
After a minute or so, I gently pushed Sara off me, and with one hand holding her at a time, I used the other hand to ease her blouse off her leaving her naked above her waist.

Again there were more cheers as I slid my hands up her sides and pulled her shoulders back to me, effectively thrusting her tits forward.

After another minute or so I slid my hands down to Sara’s waist and discovered that Sara had anticipated that I’d have a bit of a challenge, and sometime earlier she had spun her skirt round so that the fastener and zip were on her right hip.

“Good girl.” I whispered as my right hand unfastened the button and lowered the zip.

I held my hand tight to her hip and looked down on just about everyone there who was watching events unfold.

“DO IT, DO IT, DO IT.” People, even some of the girls were chanting, so I just pulled my right hand away quickly, and to loud cheers, Sara’s skirt slid down to the table leaving her naked apart from stocking, suspender belt and shoes.

With my hands on her hips I realised that her feet weren’t exactly together and I was sure that the camera flashes were capturing her wet pussy with that engorged clit sticking out.

I just held Sara like that for ages while she just leant back on me and swayed as she continued to pretend to be oblivious to what was happening to her.

I so wanted to fuck her right there and then with all those people watching but I didn’t want to do that with people that I knew watching. In my mind I had lived many scenarios where I fucked Sara in a very public place with lots of people watching. When we’d been discussing our fantasies I’d mention this and Sara had told me that it was one of her fantasies as well.


Anyway, my left hand had slid up to get right tit and was caressing it, and my right hand had slid to her pussy and my fingers were toying with her clit, all whilst people were watching and I was sure that some of the phones were recording videos.

I could feel Sara’s breathing getting heavier so I stopped playing with her tits and pussy, stepped off the coffee table and let Sara collapse over my shoulder.

With her butt and pussy almost in the faces of the people closest to us, I reached to my belt, unhooked the police night stick and extended it to it’s full length.

I whacked it across Sara’s butt a couple of times then that same male voice shouted,

“FUCK HER WITH IT.”

I ran the end of the night stick up and down her slit a few times and that chanting started again,

“DO IT, DO IT, DO IT.”

So I did what I had already intended to, slide the end of the night stick into her pussy and move it in and out, over and over.

I don’t know if it’s possible for women to orgasm whilst they are asleep, drunk, or unconscious, but Sara did cum. Her vocal chords may not had indicated that, but her body shaking certainly did.

I kept going until she stopped shaking then I announced that I thought it best if I take her back to her room.

Someone handed me her skirt as I walked out of the room with her still over my shoulder pretending to be out of it, and her skirt stuffed into my pocket.


I don’t think that I’ve mentioned that Sara’s flat is on the eighth floor, and this party was on the second floor of the same block. There was no way that I was going to carry her up all those stairs so I whispered,

“We’ll go up in the lift, stay there just in case anyone sees us.”

In the lift, I pressed the 8 button then looked at Sara’s butt and pussy in the big mirror. I was just thinking that it was a wonderful sight when an arm appeared through the closing doors.

The doors opened again and 2 guys stepped in, almost not totally in as they saw Sara’s butt and pussy. I stepped back to the side of the lift and the 2 guys moved to right in front of me, and Sara’s butt, their heads must have been no more that 15 centimetres form her oozing pussy.

“Too much to drink.” I said, “what floor?”

“I’ve got it.” One of the guys said as he turned to face the buttons.

That guy must have pressed every button between 2 and 8 because the lift stopped at every floor as the 2 guys continued to study Sara’s butt and pussy.

As the doors opened on the seventh floor I felt Sara’s body shaking again and I knew that she’d just cum again. In the slight gap between the 2 guys I could just see Sara’s pussy in the mirror and her juices were flooding out of her. As the doors closed again, I looked at the faces of the 2 guys and it was obvious that they’d never seen the likes of that before.

When the doors opened on the eighth floor I stepped out and said,

“Seeya guys, have a nice night.”

As the doors closed again I heard,

“Fuuuucking hell, that was amazing.”


Back in her room, I lowered Sara onto her bed and she said,

“Get those clothes off now and fuck me hard Dylan.”

So I did.

*****  

At My Flat.

We didn’t spent all our time at Sara’s flat, around half the time was spent at my flat which I share with 5 other guys.

The first time that I took Sara there 4 of the other guys were there and they all wanted to talk to Sara. I’m 100% sure that it was because of her ultra short skirt and thin halter top that 2 prominent bumps where her nipples were.

When I took her into my room I told her what the guys were doing and asked her if she was going to give them more to look at.

“Do you want me to Dylan?”

“Sure, I know that it will turn you on, and I know that it will do the same for me.”

“I was hoping that you’d say that Dylan.”

With that, Sara untied her halter top and re-tied it a lot loser. Then she rolled the top of her already very short, flared, light-weight skirt so that when I held a finger parallel to the floor at the bottom of the skirt hem at the front, the tip of my finger was touching her bare slit.

“You’re wet.” I said.

“What do you expect Dylan, 5 guys all wanting to see my naked body, of course I’m wet.

I saw that sexy look in her eyes as Sara continued,

“What food have you got Dylan, maybe I could cook something for you, that will take our minds off sex for a while.”

“Yeah, and if you keep bending over the guys will see up your skirt and down your top.”

“Is that what you want me to do Dylan?”

“Hell yeah, tease the cum out of them Sara.”

And that’s what Sara did. Fortunately, my food cupboard was one of the floor ones, and I’m sure that Sara bent over a lot more times than was necessary. Also, all the guys moved to a position where they could watch Sara. I stayed out of the way so that I wasn’t restricting the view of any of the guys.

All the guys were talking to Sara right through her cooking and when the meal was ready, Sara and I sat at the table to eat while the guys sat on the sofas, all facing Sara. I was sat beside her and I could see that she kept her knees well apart.

I watched the guys, all staring under the table at her bare legs and bare pussy.

When she was finished, Sara lay back on the chair revealing even more of her pussy to the guys.

I volunteered to do the cleaning-up leaving the guys talking to Sara who didn’t close her knees.

That done, Joe suggested watching a movie and I agreed, knowing that I could get Sara sat on my lap at the end of the sofa.
 
Rohan, Max and Rory sat beside me then Sara climbed on me, sitting sideways with her legs over Rohan’s lap. I was sure that all those 3 guys, especially Rohan, were able to see Sara’s bare slit, even before she spread her knees.

Joe moved a kitchen chair to the other end of the sofa so that he could watch Sara as well.

I took the opportunity to partially spoil their view by putting may hand on her bare thigh and sliding it up until my little finger touched her clit.

“Hey Dylan, be careful where you put that hand.” Sara said to draw the guys attention to where my hand was.

“Oh, I will be very careful Sara.” I replied with a grin on my face.

Sara leant against me, laying her head on my shoulder. My arm went round her back, under her armpit and in the side of her top.

The inevitable happened, my fingers got busy with her clit and one of her tits, and the guys missed most of the movie, especially when I made Sara cum, and all this whilst Sara pretended to be watching the movie.

After the movie, Sara said that she was tired and we went to my room. However, she was full of energy as we fucked for hours.


During one break while we were enjoying the post coital bliss, Sara said,

“I like teasing your flatmates Dylan.”

“And I’m sure that they enjoy you ‘accidentally’ flashing your pussy and nipples. You’re getting real good at having accidental wardrobe malfunctions aren’t you?”


In the morning, Sara put on one of the T-shirts that she had brought to keep in my room ready for whatever, and I saw that it wasn’t long enough to cover her slit or the bottom half of her butt. I smiled and blew her a kiss when she went to make some coffee.

I lay back and wondered if life could get any better.


We didn’t see any of my flatmates before we left for lessons. Since that day, every time that Sara stays over at my flat she wears ether that T-shirt, or a similar one on a morning, and I’ve noticed that when she sleeps over, all my flatmates get up early on morning.


As for the evenings when Sara is at my flat, she always finds a way to expose her pussy or her tits to my flatmates, even if they have a guest sleeping over. One girl who Sara bumped into in the kitchen one morning asked Sara if she always wore so little when in that flat.

“Yes I do,” Sara replied, “the guys are always happy to share their food and booze with me and the sex with Dylan afterwards is always amazing, you should try it.”

I didn’t see which girl it was, but I have noticed more scantily clad girls on some mornings.

*****


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