Getting My Clothes Back Ch. 02 – Exhibitionist & Voyeur – Free Sex Story

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First adventure — Donald the surfer

It was past noon already when I finally got myself to leave home, nervously setting off for the beach. I settled on wearing my tank top and Hot pants, as that would give the best cover and had the best chance of staying in place when surfing. I also decided to go barefoot, saving the flip flops for use later.

It was nice and warm with a light breeze, and I enjoyed the beams of the sun on my skin. I felt my confidence return as I walked down the street to the bus station, and figured that the best way of not getting too much attention was to act normally. As ordinary as efficient. Ignoring my nipples, quite visible without being hard. Be very careful where I put my bare feet. My bag with towel and water bottle should make it clear I’m heading to the beach, explaining my bare feet.

At the bus stop there were just a few other people. I lined up, and a few minutes later the bus arrived. I got on and got myself a seat. I obviously caught the eye of the kid on the other side of the aisle as he kept looking at me. He must have enjoyed the sight. My boobs bouncing with every bump in the road, nipples forming growing bumps in the fabric thanks to both the rubbing due to the movement of the bus and the cool air conditioning. I just ignored his looks. Maybe I should have used my towel as a cape, hiding those pokeys from view. A bit late now for that. As the bus filled up I got more stares from people, especially those that had to stand nearby. Men looking appreciative, their female partners not so much. I felt a bit flustered, not used to this much attention, and just started looking out of the window. It did also make me feel good, all that interest shown in me.

Soon after the bus arrived at the interchange, where I changed to the bus to the beach. Lots of people waiting to get on, all dressed ready for the beach. The bus was packed, I had to stand, and got squeezed against a young guy wearing just his Speedos and carrying a towel. He was well over half a head taller than me. As the bus was packed I couldn’t prevent my left breast touching the side of his body at times. He must have felt it, I saw him looking down at me, at my chest. I felt so embarrassed. My nipples poking out, the thin cloth was not leaving much to the imagination. Would he be able to feel my nipple? Then I saw a faint smile on his face, and looked down on myself to hide my embarrassment. I think he liked what he saw, or felt, or both, as there was a serious bump forming in his Speedos. He probably did feel my nipple.

This realisation made me feel even more embarrassed, but also a bit excited giving him such a reaction. My nipples got even harder, the rubbing against his skin suddenly felt kinda naughty. The shaking of the bus made my chest touch him time and again, but I was not making much effort in preventing it, at least a lot less than a decent girl should have done. Looking down so he couldn’t see my face I smiled shyly. His speedos started to look seriously small and uncomfortable. At least also something fun for me to watch. I wonder how embarrassed he felt by this.

Luckily the bus ride did not last too long and a few minutes later we reached the surfing beach where I got off, together with what seemed like half the bus. The speedo guy didn’t get off, I was glad, he may have gotten too interested in me. It left me Free to pursue my mission: finding Donald and taking some surfing lessons.

Nervously I walked up and down the beach a few times, enjoying the weather. I quickly spotted the restaurant in question, but did not yet dare to go in. I anyway had almost half an hour left before meeting him, having no idea how long the bus would take I left home a bit early. Finally, with a few minutes spare, I firmly set my sights on the restaurant, walked up to it, and took a deep breath before entering.

Inside I saw a number of tables and a U-shaped bar in the middle with a row of seats. I didn’t see Donald yet, maybe he was late? He must be expecting me. I felt really nervous again, also rather aroused. The Speedos guy on the bus, the upcoming planned Sex with a stranger, unnerving yet so arousing. OK the Sex part was not explicitly mentioned, but very much implied. Also Donald was supposedly not a stranger but I really had no idea where to place him in my life’s history.

I walked to the bar, took a seat and sat down. The moment I looked up and to the other side of the bar I saw him: Donald. I looked at him, stared at him is a better word as it was a bit too long a look. The moment he spotted me and made eye contact I felt caught and immediately turned away my gaze. I grabbed my phone, looked at his image, and glanced across the bar again to confirm. Yes, definitely him. Did he recognise me? I couldn’t tell. He could just as well simply have been checking me out. He no doubt knew I would be coming for him.

I swallowed, took a deep breath, another deep breath, and said to myself, “Now or never, go for it, girl.” I got up, and slowly made my way to the other side of the bar, trying not to look at him. I was embarrassed and excited, my heart beating in my throat. I had not much of an idea what was gonna happen in the next twelve hours other than that this guy was quite certainly gonna want to fuck me. He looked fuckable to me at least. He appeared younger than me, indeed probably late 20s. I suddenly felt old, would he still be interested in me?

He didn’t notice me or was purposefully ignoring me when I approached him. I’m not sure.

“Are you Donald?” I asked.

“Charlee?” he replied. So he was expecting me. The way he said it made me think he had no idea how I looked before I approached him.

“Yes,” I said simply.

“So good to see you again. Do take a seat. Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?”

“I am, thanks.” I suddenly realised it was well past my ordinary lunch time and I hadn’t had anything since breakfast. Donald seemed to recognise me, I still had no idea where we met before.

He passed me the menu and said, “order what you like, have a drink, it’s included. Eat well, after all you’re mine for the next twelve hours so you need the energy.”

He said it so casually, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world to be assigned a girlfriend for a period of time. It made me feel a bit strange. Does he do this more? And where did I meet him before?

While we had some tapas we chatted a bit. He knew quite a bit about me, obviously. He put me at ease, and made me forget about the challenge.

When I finished my food, he asked me, “have you ever been surfing?”

“No, I haven’t, always wanted to but never got the chance,” I replied.

“No problem. We’ll just start at the basics. You’re in luck with the weather, the surf is perfect for learning now.”

“I’d Love to, but I don’t have a bathing suit, so maybe another time.”

“I know. You may borrow this bikini, it should be your size.”

He produced a small bag, and passed it to me. I could have known, it contained one of my own bikinis. The smallest, sexiest one that I own, and which I hadn’t worn for what must have been several years. A bikini meant for sunbathing rather than for swimming, as it will become a bit see through when wet. I will never forget how I found out about that part.

That’s also when it clicked. That’s how I met Donald before. He was a lifeguard at a hotel pool, the one where I took this bikini for its first swim. The pool where I was floating around for a while as he couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. The embarrassment that I felt like half an hour later when I realised why he, and quite a few other men, were so interested in me. That bikini. My face felt flushed when I looked at him, he was smiling. It was not the sort of bathing suit I was hoping for, nonetheless it felt like a better choice than wearing my ordinary clothes, so I had Donald show me the changing rooms.

Learning to surf was actually quite fun, my bikini notwithstanding. I did get quite some attention indeed. The bikini became rather transparent, but more troublesome was that the top did not stay in place really well. I was constantly readjusting it, and that of course made onlookers focus on my tits even more. I’m sure Donald was enjoying what was on display, at least his eyes were glued to me. Well, that’s where his eyes should be anyway as he was teaching me how to surf, and to his credit was doing that very professionally.

I did the best I could by ignoring it and just going with the flow, not wanting to attract even more attention. It was just too embarrassing, even though the attention was also a bit of a turn-on. I cannot deny that. I was particularly pleased that Donald liked the view, as I was quite sure he had more plans for me. I was also looking forward to seeing more of this well shaped piece of male hotness.

The surfing went well, and thanks to Donald’s coaching I was quickly able to stand for a while riding some small waves. We surfed the afternoon away and as the sun was getting low we called it a day and went back to the tapas bar. Donald ordered us a nice dinner with some sparkly, it was delicious and I must admit to having had a glass or two too many. The drinks and his manners made me loosen up and fully soothed my nerves. The sun slowly set over the ocean, turning the sky orange, then red, and finally black leaving just a small moon shining over us.

The bar slowly got empty, and Donald also got up.

“Time to go, they’re about to close.”

I grabbed the hand he extended to me and pulled myself up, almost making him lose his balance and fall onto me. Giggling I followed him out, not feeling all too steady on my legs, wondering where he would take me. I didn’t have to wonder long, as we walked straight into the dunes. First along the path, but soon he left the path and we walked over the sand. I felt excited, aroused, as I knew what was next. For the same reason I was a bit nervous. Would he be nice to me? Take good care of me?

“Here’s my favourite place,” he said. “A nice pan, private and sheltered. I often spend the night here, no need to go home and waste time I could spend surfing.”

It was so dark I could hardly see him. I really thought how he knew where we were, how he could discover this place in the dark, even considering he must have been here many times.

He sat down on the sand, and the moment I sat down next to him he grabbed me and pulled me towards him. His lips found mine, and as we kissed he dropped on his back on the sand pulling me with him. He felt strong, taking control, firmly but gently. I felt his tongue trying to enter my mouth and opened up to welcome him. His hands started to push up my top, and soon he was massaging my back. It felt good, my excitement started to rise quickly. The whole day had been such an erotic adventure!

He pulled up my top further. I sat up, straddling him, and allowing him to pull my top over my head, leaving me topless. He pulled himself up, and started kissing my breasts. I curved my chest forward, and held his head with one hand as I balanced myself with the other. He kissed, sucked and nibbled first one, then the other nipple. It felt very good.

His treatment got me really Horny and wanting. I fumbled in between us, found his pants, and pushed them down releasing his cock. He was really hard already, I stroked my hand up and down a few times as he continued to suck my nipples.

Then without further ado I moved off of him just enough to get one leg out of my pants leaving them dangling on my other thigh, and then planted myself right on top of him. I was too Horny, and after half a day worth of foreplay I just wanted to feel a cock inside of me. It felt great. He dropped back onto the sand as I rode him slowly. Before he was in control, now it was my turn.

It was a good position to take him really deep, and considering his grunts he enjoyed it as well. Slowly I fucked him. I was so excited, so turned on. I hoped he could last, but wasn’t too sure after the arousal he got, looking at me always, expecting this. I knew I for one wouldn’t take long to come. I slowly increased the pace, but then he started to play with my nipples and I couldn’t stop myself any more. I fucked him hard, coming quickly on his hard cock, making him come as well, shooting his load deep inside of me. A hard, quick, urgent fuck between two very Horny people willing for release.

After sitting on his slowly deflating cock for a while I slid off, and lay myself down in the still warm sand next to him.

We didn’t say anything for a while, as we both lay there in bliss. I was thinking about what just happened. I just had Sex with a bloke that I barely knew, and I loved it. Half the beach had seen my nearly naked body, that bikini was not leaving much to the imagination, and it was exciting, all thanks to Donald whom I somehow knew would keep me safe, and my loving hubby who arranged all this.

A gentle wind blew, and I shivered, suddenly feeling a bit cold.

“Are you cold?” Donald asked.

“Yes, a bit. It’s getting fresh.”

“You want to go home? I can take you.”

“That may be a good idea,” I replied. Home, bed, Shower. Sounded just like what I needed to get rid of the sand, salt, and sweat from today’s activities.

Donald drove me home. My place, not his. He had still a few hours left with me which he did not let go to waste. A bed is definitely far more comfortable than a dune, it was nice and warm under the blankets.

He made me scream, big time. It was a good night.

Donald left with the clothes I wore when I met him and the bikini, handing me an envelope in return, containing a paper with the clue written on it. The first two digits of the code.

I had a long Hot Shower, and then went to bed. It took me a while to fall asleep, thinking back to all the emotions of the day, and I didn’t wake up until late the next morning, feeling rather refreshed, but at the same time a bit worried. How would I be able to get through the next week, as I was about to lose more and more of my clothes, some of which were seemingly too sheer to wear in public without anything under it to start with, leaving me in the end with nothing more than what I normally sleep in!

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