Day 4, Thursday:
Before I had even left the bed for the morning I had cum twice. I knew today wasn’t going to be your typical day already, not that any day this week had been ordinary. My day began with two orgasms and a shower, the shower was necessary because my orgasms seemed to be getting wetter and wetter. Not that I minded, it was kind of fun to get all messy but it did require more clean-up effort.
I put on a robe and went outside to get my new short skirt off the line. I should have done it last night and I knew that everything would be a little bit damp from the night air but being the height of summer, I knew it wouldn't be too bad and it would dry on me quite quickly. Living on one of the hottest, driest continents did occasionally have its perks.
I decided to take a big chance today. I had already tested the waters, and now I was dipping my toes in so to speak. I was going to wear my new short skirt, but I was not going to wear any panties at all. I knew I was taking a huge risk but it was time to show Stefan what I'm sure he wants to see and what I very much want to show him. I did have a contingency plan, of course. If I chickened out, I could put on the G-string I had tucked in my bag.
I put on my outfit and admired again how it looked on me. I stood before the mirror and bent and stretched the way I had the last few mornings, and I was still pretty sure no one would see anything unless I wanted them to. It was so exciting though to be doing this. It was exciting yesterday with a longer skirt on, but this was even more so.
I didn't believe there was any way I was going to flash someone by mistake wearing this, but you just never know what could happen. Even sitting down, unless I moved to the edge of the seat, spread my legs open a bit and maybe slipped the hem of my skirt up as well, no one would see anything. That wasn't what I wanted, though. I wanted people to see, and after the thrill I got last night letting that young man see absolutely everything I had to offer, I wanted more. I want people to lust after me and my wanton sexuality, wanted them to want to fuck me, taste me, and cover me with their cum. I want to be wanted. I need to be fucked like the dirty slut I was becoming. Just thinking like that was making me wet and excited again. It was almost becoming a permanent state of affairs lately.
Something big was going to happen soon, I could feel it in my bones, I don't know what, where, when or with whom, but I just knew something was going to happen.
I took a deep breath of anticipation just before I opened the front door. I stepped outside and looked around while my heart pounded in my chest. It was almost like I expected people to notice the moment I stepped out the door, and I couldn't say if I was relieved or disappointed that there was nobody around. After locking my front door, I walked down the path then turned onto the street, headed towards the train station.
Once again, I could feel the breeze on my thighs, my bare ass and my naked pussy. I know I could feel the breeze between my legs anytime I wear a skirt but this was different. Now it was tickling the remaining hair I had left on my pussy. It caressed my moist lips gently and my pussy, no longer restrained by panties, seemed to have more freedom to move. My thighs made my lips slide against each other in the most exciting way, lubricated by my cum. By the time I got to the train station I was far more turned on than I had expected to be. Who would have thought that just a small walk would put me in such a high state of arousal?
I walked onto the platform and looked around but my fellow traveller was nowhere to be seen. I found myself feeling a little disappointed. After last night, I was looking forward to teasing him some more. The train pulled up and after another glance around I got on. I found my usual spot and sat down. The doors slid closed and I had another glance up and down the carriage for him. I half expected to see him come into the carriage with a red face and panting as though he had been running late but he was nowhere to be seen. I found myself a little bemused at my irritation that he hadn't shown up.
A few minutes after the train left, I found myself looking around again, as though I had forgotten how to just be a commuter. I looked down the length of the train again and toward the back of the train, but nothing. I turned to look back towards the front of the train, and the sound of the connecting door opening grabbed my attention. It slid open, and there he was, stepping into the carriage, looking just as red-faced as I had imagined. I smiled as our eyes met and I knew that he had come looking for me.
Although we both smiled at each other in greeting, neither of us said a word. He took the seat opposite me, and for a moment he too looked confused as though he had also forgotten how to just be a commuter, or perhaps he was waiting for some cue from me to let him know how to behave.
The game began again as I started to do the same thing I had done for the last two days and began a slow reveal. I looked around without being too obvious about it, looking over the top of my book that I had once again retrieved from my bag. I felt the breeze increase around my pussy as my thighs began to part, and I was getting more excited by the minute. I realised just how desperately I wanted to show off, how I wanted people to be aroused looking at me. I want them to want to fuck me, feel me, taste me. I remembered him grinding his cock into my ass yesterday and wondered if he would lose all self-control and just fuck me here and now. I doubt whether I would have the ability to say no or even if I would want to stop him.
I still had that ingrained nervousness, though, and I doubted that it would ever go away. I kind of hoped it wouldn’t because it would take with it a large amount of the thrill. The risk is the thrill in a lot of ways but I don't really want to get arrested. The train is moving steadily along between stations now and the few people who have boarded our carriage are now seated. When I boarded the train there were fewer people in this carriage and that increased my confidence as I slowly parted my legs a little more. Even though this is my shortest skirt, it's still not a mini skirt and due to the length of it, I can tell he still can't see what I want him to see. I'm starting to get a little frustrated because I want him to see and react to my naked pussy. Short of standing up and rubbing his face in it, which was tempting, I wasn't exactly sure how. Eventually, after a glance around, I lifted my right ankle onto my left knee.
This had the desired effect and more. His eyes bulged almost comically as he was confronted with my completely uncovered and freshly landscaped pussy. I felt another twinge inside, and an electric thrill ran through my entire body at his response. My nipples hardened, and I had to fight the desire to just finger myself right there. I felt a fresh surge of moisture as my pussy contracted. Once again, I was on the verge of an orgasm without even touching myself. My breathing had become rapid and heavy and I could feel the heat emanating from my face.
It was an almost slow-motion event because my mind seemed to be running at a thousand miles an hour. His eyes were glued to my pussy and it was such a turn-on that I desperately wanted to be fucked. I felt my pussy, ever so slowly begin to expand. My lips and clit were becoming engorged and I felt myself opening up to him. I knew the moment it happened because I felt a slight cool breeze touch me inside where I was especially wet. I knew I was gaping open for him, that he could see inside me. It was a surreal and intimate thing to allow someone to see me in such a way, yet this man was a total stranger. Only my doctor and a couple of my past lovers had seen me in such a way, all of this just turned me on even more. I could feel my heart thudding in my chest and now my breathing had become rapid and shallow. I was tingling all over and I was closer now to an orgasm without actual physical stimulation than I had ever been.
The pretence of reading had been given up on and I stared openly at the man who was staring at my pussy. I kept going from his wide eyes and open mouth down to his crotch where his cock was straining visibly against the material of his pants. Maybe it was just my overactive imagination, but I was sure I could see it throbbing. I wanted him to take it out so I could move over there and sit astride it. I wanted to feel it separate my lips even more and fill me up. I wanted to feel him swelling inside me the way I felt him swelling against my ass last night and I wanted to feel his cum burst into my unprotected pussy until it leaked out of me.
The train lurched as it began to slow for the next station, and it shook me out of my fantasy enough to bring me back to reality. I realised that this was my stop and I needed to get off (in so many ways). I shook my head as though shaking off water to try and clear my hormone-addled mind. I shoved my book into the bag and made sure I had everything I needed. I reluctantly put my foot back on the floor and stood up, covering the view from his transfixed stare. Standing up I could feel just how wet I had become.
Just as the doors began to open, I looked back at him. He was red in the face and still looking stunned and it made me smile to think I had given this stranger such a thrill. He looked up at me and I smiled, winked and walked off the train. I wanted him to know that it wasn't an accident, that he wasn't just getting a sneaky peek but that I was showing him. That I wanted him to see my pussy, to want me, to want to taste me, feel me, be inside me.
I took several steps away from the train and had to stop and lean against a pole. I shivered momentarily as a small but exciting orgasm trembled through me. Here I was, standing on a train platform, surrounded by people I didn't know and I was coming in my pants... well, definitely not in my pants but you get the drift. Once the shivers subsided and I trusted my feet again, I strode off towards work, albeit with a small wobble in my step.
Less than a block away, and I knew I was going to have an issue. I was so wet that my pussy was leaking, and I could feel my thighs slipping past each other, lubricated by my cum with every step I took. By the time I reached my building, I could feel it running down the inside of my thigh. I was feeling torn because I didn't want any of the people who worked here to notice, but the thought of someone seeing cum running down my thighs was turning me on even more. I couldn't help but wonder if anyone could detect the scent that I could smell coming from my crotch.
By some miracle, I made it across the lobby and into the elevator without causing a stir. When I walked into my office, my usual routine went straight out the window, I went directly into the bathroom to deal with the worsening situation. There was no way I could get through the morning without taking care of the sticky, horny mess that I had become.
I hiked my skirt up and over my hips, sat down and shoved my hand straight into my crotch. I was astounded at how wet I was and how easily my finger slipped inside my pussy. I pushed a second finger in and began a circular motion with my palm pressing against my clit. My orgasm, which seemed so imminent when I sat down, seemed to change, as though skipping the climax and ratcheting up to a new level altogether. I wished I was naked so I could play with my breasts as well but this was neither the time nor the place.
My pussy was making all kinds of obscene slurping noises and cum was dripping off the back of my knuckles and down into the toilet. My thighs were tensed and my feet pressed hard against the tile floor, almost pushing my butt off the seat, as my orgasm rose and rose. I could no longer hear the wet sounds, and if I was making any of the usual sounds I made as an orgasm approached, I was completely unaware of them as it reached an incredible crescendo. If Stefan was standing outside the bathroom, he would have had no doubt whatsoever about what was going on.
I was now lost in my fantasy as my fingers simulated the stranger's cock pounding me in the train in front of passengers going to and from work. In the fantasy, there were eyes everywhere, and they were all pointed at me. Some were shocked, some were appalled but many were smiling and enjoying the show as I rode a stranger's cock.