Tanya was getting hotter and hotter each second. She didn't know why, but all this exhibitionism was making her pussy so wet that her juices were sliding down her slender thighs. But, horny as she was, she blushed with embarrassment from every stare she could feel on her body.
She was startled suddenly by a voice from behind her.
"Well, someone looks good today."
She turned around to find her ex-boyfriend, Adam, standing over her. Adam was muscularly built, 5'10, with spiky black hair. A real jock type. When Tanya dated him about a year ago, she never let him get past second base. They broke up and remained fairly good friends.
"Adam, you scared the shit out of me." As she hugged him, her already short skirt flew up above her waist, and a triad of black guys behind her sent out a loud sound of joy.
"What are you wearing?" He asked.
"Like it?"
"It's... interesting."
She wanted to tell him why she was forced to do this... but she couldn't. So instead, the two of them just stood there in the hall, talking.
Over the course of the conversation, Adam's hands wandered over her bare legs. Remembering her command, she re-positioned herself to grant his fingers access to her wet pussy. She blushed as his fingers brushed over her clit, embarrassed but horny as hell. As they continued their conversation, his other hand massaged her breast, and she pressed it into him.
"Do you wanna go somewhere more private?" He asked her.
She nodded excitedly, while inside, she was very reluctant. |