Kelsey’s Wet Dreams – Chapter 7 – Exposed, Aroused, Pleasured free porn video

Previously:

As you know from the first six chapters, my stepbrother and I have been enjoying each other sexually and emotionally since Christmas Eve, 2013. Until my return home from the university for winter break in December 2014, our relationship involved everything except intercourse.

In preparation for my return home, I went on birth control pills a couple of weeks ago. I had not made any decision about allowing my stepbrother to deflower me, but I wanted to be prepared just in case.

Allowing Michael to enter me and be my 'first' had been weighing on my mind all semester long.

In Chapter six, I described how we got a motel room in a nearby town, and I allowed my stepbrother to enter me, rupturing my hymen and capturing my virginity.

I also described my reaction to two men watching my stepbrother ‘feel me up’ as we stood in front of the window to our motel room. As Michael teased my perky 34B cup breasts in front of the open drapes of our room, these two men stood awestruck in the parking lot staring in at us.

Not only did I allow Michael to continue to stimulate my nipple through the silky material of my blouse, I also reached down and massaged my stepbrother’s large erection through the denim material of his jeans while kissing him passionately as these two men watched with growing interest.

I let the men know that I was fully aware that they were watching me before I slowly closed the drapes to the room ending the show.

My reaction to being watched this way surprised, no shocked, me. And I am honestly embarrassed to admit this; but the memory of being watched, which was seared into my brain, played as much of a role in my orgasm as my stepbrother deflowered me, as his penis did.

I was shocked to learn just how profoundly aroused I became from those two men watching my stepbrother fondle my breasts. I learned that I had a definite streak of exhibitionism in my psyche.

Getting ready for dinner (what to wear?):

After losing my virginity to my stepbrother and experiencing an earth shattering orgasm, we cuddled on the bed for a while before I went to clean up. As I walked to the bathroom, the large volume of Michael’s semen started leaking from me. I hurried to the bathroom with my hand between my legs, catching the sperm running down my inner thighs. I could see traces of red blood in the translucent, white mixture; proof positive that my brother had ruptured my hymen. It was evidence that I had transitioned from a girl to a woman this evening.

I showered, but kept my hair dry. I exited the bathroom, wrapped in a towel to find Michael still naked in the bed. His semi erect penis flopped upward across his belly.

I went to the sink, soaked a wash rag in warm water and returned to the bed. I took Michael’s cock in my hand and wiped the subtle streaks of red from his shaft and cleaned the dribble of semen that had leaked onto his belly.

His cock grew in my hand as I cleaned him. I immediately knew that if I did not cease, the only thing I would get fed tonight was another course of my stepbrother’s penis and semen. And I wanted to have my dinner date tonight.

“Where are you taking me to dinner tonight?” I asked as I released his penis.

“I don’t know. They have a restaurant and a bar here at the hotel. Do you want to try there?”

“Okay, we can look in and see if it is nice. If not, we can drive somewhere else. I want tonight to be special” I responded. Then I decided to broach the subject I really wanted to discuss. “What do you want me to wear?”

“I don’t know. What are my choices?”

“Well I could wear jeans and a sweatshirt. Or I could wear my shirt and blouse, the ones I was wearing when you arrived.” I don’t know why, but my heart was pounding now as I wondered whether Michael would share my desire to wear something a little daring and revealing.

“I think the skirt and blouse would look nice.”

“When you arrived, I wasn’t wearing my bra. Do you want me to put my bra on tonight, or would you prefer I leave it off?”

Michael’s penis pulsed and grew noticeably as he heard this question. His immediate response surprised and intrigued me.

“Kelsey, you looked so fucking hot without a bra on. Leave it off. You will have me, as well as every other man in the place, hard as a rock if you go without your bra.”

His cock was now about halfway hard just thinking about my braless breasts. I felt my clitoris swell slightly at the thought of dressing like that.

“Are you sure? It will be so embarrassing for me. And my breasts are so visible under that blouse without a bra.”

His cock leaped again. He was about three quarters erect now.

“Fuck yeah…leave the bra off.”

“Well, okay, if that is what you want. I’ll do it for you. But stop thinking about it. You are giving yourself a hard-on.”

I was so very pleased that the very thought of me going braless aroused him so. And the thought of being exposed like this aroused me as well.

I pulled a chair up to the vanity table in the room, and still wearing only a towel, applied my make-up as my stepbrother watched from the bed. I could see his penis grew fully erect as he watched me. While distracting, his erection was also very flattering to me.

“Looks like you have a bit of a problem there, Bubba.”

 “Yeah, I just can’t stop thinking about you. Kelsey, you are so beautiful and sexy. I really do love you, you know.”

“You are so sweet. You sound like someone who is vying for a blow job before dinner. I guess I can’t take you out in public like that, can I?”

“No, I guess you are right. You can’t take me out like this.”

I arose, dropped my towel and approached the bed naked. “Do you think you can cum again so soon?”

Michael just nodded his head indicating that he could.

Sitting next to Michael, I took his penis in my fist and lowered my lips to the head. Before kissing the glans of my brother’s cock, I said, “You have a gorgeous erection there, young man.”

I slowly opened my lips and took the head inside my mouth, swirling my tongue around as Michael moaned and arched his hips. I pumped his shaft with my fist as Michael held my hair up, away from my face. Michael always held my hair away from my face when I took him in my mouth. He has told me many times that it arouses him to actually see my lips wrapped around his cock. He liked seeing the head of his penis enter and exit my mouth as I sucked on him.

“Cum for me,” I encouraged as I sucked. I would also insert tip of my tongue into the tiny opening of my brother’s urethra. This always evoked a moan from him.

He started to moan more intensely, and as the rocking of his hips intensified. I knew he was preparing to climax as he released my hair, placed his hands on the sides of my head and stiffened.

Michael endured a series of convulsions that shook his entire body and his penis pulsed in my mouth. Having recently ejaculated twice this afternoon, the volume of his semen was minimal, but I could taste him just the same. There were only a few droplets of his sperm that appeared in my mouth.

Suddenly, once Michael’s orgasm was over, he pushed me away, freeing his penis from my mouth. I always thought it was cute the way he became too sensitive once he climaxed. I always kept sucking to force him to break free from me. I guess it was my way of introducing normal sibling teasing into a very abnormal situation.

I looked directly in his eyes as I swallowed. I pretended the volume of semen was greater than it actually was. After swallowing, I smiled and said, “Now how about that kiss?”

Michael grinned ear to ear, and said, “Maybe later, after you have brushed and gargled.”

It was long standing joke between us. We both knew Michael did not want a ‘taste of his own medicine”. I always had to brush and rinse my mouth with mouthwash before I got another kiss following a blow job.

“Now I have to start over on my make-up. But you are definitely done now, at least until after dinner.”

I fixed my make-up, used a curling iron on my hair while remaining naked for my stepbrother’s gaze. Michael got dressed as well, but every time I checked, he was looking at my naked form as I got ready.

I put on my panties, boots, silk blouse and wrap-around skirt, sans bra. The skirt came down past my knee, and buttoned up the front. I could control how much of my thighs I revealed by the number of buttons I left undone.

“Damn, Kelsey, you are smoking hot. Your nipples look great.”

I blushed at the compliment. I looked in the mirror and could see that Michael was right. My nipples were plainly visible, every bump and contour was well defined. I would definitely attract some attention tonight.

Michael instructed me to leave several buttons on both my skirt and blouse undone. I blushed as I unbuttoned all but the top two buttons on my skirt and undid the top three buttons on my blouse.

Dressed like this, my skirt would flair open as I walked, exposing my panties unless I held it in place. And if I leaned forward even slightly, you could see my entire breast. My pulse was literally racing from excitement.

I went around the room and extinguished the candles that were lit for atmosphere. We put on our coats and walked to the combination restaurant/bar that was attached to the motel. 

We entered and sat a table immediately in front of a large wood burning fireplace. I looked around and decided I liked this establishment. The large, exposed wooden beams gave the place a warm, rustic atmosphere that I liked.

Dinner

The warmth of the fire felt wonderful. There were only a handful of people in the bar and a few more at the various tables. I removed my coat and sat as close to the fire as I could.

A young, attractive waiter approached us introduced himself. “My name is Don, I will be serving you tonight. Are you having dinner or just drinks?” As Don spoke, his eyes never left my breasts.

I was excited as Don stared at my erect nipples so blatantly.

Michael said, “We’d like to see a menu”.

Then Michael spotted a pamphlet on the table advertising a special for ‘hot buttered rum’. “Could you bring us a couple of hot buttered rums while we wait?”

I was sure that the waiter would ask to see our IDs, which would have indicated that neither of us was twenty-one. Michael was not yet eighteen, and I had only recently passed my nineteenth birthday. Neither of us really looked of legal age. But to my amazement, the waiter simply said, “Coming right up.”

After the waiter left, I turned to Michael and said, “I can’t believe he did not card us. He couldn’t think you are twenty-one, could he?”

“Kelsey, he was so taken by your cute little titties that he did not even look at me. You provided the diversion we needed to get a drink.”

I smiled broadly. It never occurred to me that my feminine charms could be used for such devious purposes. I had never thought of myself as a sex object before. I felt sexier and more attractive than I ever had before. I liked being able to turn men’s heads.

Our waiter returned with the two hot buttered rums and some menus. Again, his interest in my braless breasts was quite obvious. Don indicated he would be back shortly to take our order, and took one last glance at my silk covered nipples before departing to another table.

“Kelsey, you are driving that guy mad. Did you see him staring at your tits?”

I simply nodded. I was embarrassed by the attention, but aroused nonetheless.

I tasted my first ever ‘hot buttered rum’ and it was delicious. Getting light headed never tasted so good. But I was pretty sure that a steady diet of these things would put the pounds on anyone, even a thin girl like me.

“Let your skirt fall open so he can see your panties,” Michael instructed.

“I can’t do that. It would be too embarrassing.”

I felt my pulse rate increase at the very thought of doing this. I took another sip of my drink. This was far more decadent than the peppermint schnapps I had been drinking earlier.

Michael was insistent that I expose myself further. “No. Do it. Let’s see how he reacts,” he instructed.

I took another sip of my drink while I considered Michael’s request. Or was it a command?

The thought of showing our waiter my panties was too just too daring and scary; but it was also terribly appealing. It was very tempting. I admit, I wanted to do it.

With my heart racing, I allowed my skirt, which was held in place by only the top two buttons to fall open so that anyone standing at or near our table could see my upper thighs and my panties. My thighs were closed, pressed together, preventing a real view of my panty clad pussy, but I was still exposed, very exposed.

“You are here to protect me, right? Michael, you can’t let this get out of hand! I am trusting you.”

Our waiter approached our table. Immediately, he noticed how my skirt had fallen away from my legs. He positioned himself to stand next to me so he could look down my blouse in the hopes of seeing my budding little bosoms. In this position, he had an unobstructed view of my upper thighs and panties.

I leaned forward slightly, causing my blouse to fall away from my chest, and giving Don a clear view of my perky 34B cup breasts. With my heart pounding like a drum, my voice quaked noticeably as I ordered the grilled salmon, a house salad and a glass of white wine.

I could not make eye contact with him, but I could feel his gaze searing into my exposed flesh as he took my order. I did not even hear Michael’s order, my head was spinning from danger and excitement at being this exposed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a bulge forming in the waiter’s pants as he stood there, taking our dinner order, indicating that he truly liked what he saw. And if I am honest, I liked showing myself to him. I liked the excitement. I like the danger of this game. And I had Michael here to protect me.

Don left to get our drinks and salads. I whispered to Michael, “I can’t believe you made me do that. I can’t believe I did it.”

Don returned with our salads and drinks. Again, I moved so that he had an unobstructed view of my exposed thighs; and he was free to look down my blouse at my erect nipples.

I relaxed and opened my thighs slightly, allowing him a glimpse of my shear white panties. Don became less and less subtle about looking at me. I was enjoying this little game of ‘I’ll show you mine’. I was such a naughty girl.

“You have a very attractive lady, my friend,” Don said as he looked directly down my blouse.

To which my stepbrother responded, “Thank you. I think so too. She is something special.”

I sat silently, basking in the attention and admiration I was getting while sipping my wine.

What I found most strange was that he seemed to speak to Michael directly rather than me. In fact, he spoke as though I was not there. But he certainly knew that I was there since the only time his eyes left my breasts was to glance down at my shear white panties. Nonetheless, he did not speak directly to me.

I do not know how much was due to the alcohol (I had consumed two peppermint schnapps, a hot buttered rum and was working on a glass of wine now), and how much was due to exposing myself this way, but my head was spinning. I literally felt dizzy.

“Kelsey, that was so fucking freaky. Did you see how he looked at you? He was literally drooling. He’s probably in the men’s room right now, spanking the monkey, thinking about you.”

I knew Michael was exaggerating, but the thought of someone being driven to masturbation because of me was terribly appealing. God, I loved being a tease.

That night I discovered how exciting it was getting guys all hot and bothered when I knew that they had no chance of scoring. I felt so fucking sexy. And I felt in control.

I could never do this without my stepbrother’s assistance and protection. Without Michael to protect me, I could never take the risk of this situation getting out of hand. But with Michael here, I was having fun.

I sat there across from my stepbrother, without a bra, my skirt open exposing my lily white thighs and a glimpse of my panties to anyone who might want a peak. I took a sip of my wine and smiled. Michael looked directly at my erect nipples that were straining against the tight silk material covering them.

“Michael, are you looking at my breasts? You are a such a naughty boy.”

"Kelsey, every man in here is staring at your breasts. How does that make you feel?”

“Sexy. Very Sexy. You are making your stepsister very wet right now. I am making a puddle in my seat. You are going to have to take me back to our room and make love to me after dinner, you know.”

“That, my dear, is precisely my plan," was Michael’s response.

Don brought my salmon and Michael’s grilled cod, along with another round of drinks. I was starting to get slightly inebriated. Whatever inhibitions I might have when sober, were quickly being relegated to the deep recesses of my subconscious as my alcohol level increased.

I opened my thighs wider, spreading my knees about twelve inches as our waiter placed the salmon in front of me. I gave him an unobstructed of the very damp gusset of my shear panties. He knew I was intentionally flashing my panties for him; there was no longer any pretense that any of this was accidental.

As such, Don stared openly at my crotch and said to Michael, “You are a very lucky man. This is a very sexy lady.”

Michael agreed. I do not remember his precise response. I was too busy concentrating on my own arousal to listen to the verbal exchange between these two. I wanted to touch myself. My clit was throbbing. But I did not.

I felt like I could climax with the slightest touch to my swollen and erect clitoris. I just sat there, braless, my moist crotch covered only by the gusset of my panties which had become virtually transparent from the lubrication leaking form me as these two men carried on a conversation about my sexual appeal. It was so hard to resist touching myself at that moment. I wanted to cum so badly.

Finally, Don walked off to service another table.

I had eaten approximately half of my salmon when I asked, “Michael, why do you enjoy exposing me like this?”

“I don’t know. I guess it is because tonight, you belong to me. We made love earlier. And I intend to make love to you again tonight. I guess, I like knowing that every man in here wants you, and I have you. I feel like you really belong to me and I enjoy showing you off. I guess that is it. Why do you enjoy it?”

“Who says I am enjoying this? Maybe I am just doing this because you want me to do it?”

“Well your nipples sure indicate you are enjoying this. I bet your panties are pretty wet too.”

“Okay, I admit, it is a rush. Well, it is very naughty, but I am not really doing anything seriously wrong…so it is naughty without being ‘too’ bad. And the reactions I am getting makes me feel pretty, and sexy, and desirable. And it is dangerous. There is simply some excitement in the danger of it. But you are here to protect me.”

We each took another bite of our meal. Michael was staring at me with a combination of love, admiration and lust.

“Michael, did you get hard when I was letting the waiter look down my blouse and stare at my panties?”

“Oh fuck yes. I have such a boner right now. I am afraid it is going to rip my pants.”

“I like knowing I can get you aroused without even touching you. And I do like belonging to you. I really do, you know. I am yours.”

Just then, two men entered the bar. But these were not just any two men. I recognized them as the two men from the parking lot who had been watching Michael feel me up through our motel window. Seeing them enter, I got scared and pulled my skirt closed covering my panties and legs.

“It’s the guys from the parking lot. You know, the ones who were watching us earlier,” I said with a slight panic in my voice.

Teasing them from behind the safety of a glass window was one thing. However, being in the same room as them, particularly a bar, was quite another.

They walked toward the bar and did not seem to notice me at first. They both sat with their backs to me, but there was a large mirror on the wall behind the bar.

Michael looked over his shoulder, and turned back to face me. “They look nice enough. Let your skirt fall open again. Let’s have some fun with them….”

“Are you crazy? I can’t do that. Those guys saw you feeling me up and saw me grabbing your cock.”

“Come on, Kelsey, what are they going to do? You can drive these guys crazy, and then I will take you back to the room and I will make love to you.”

Michael was absolutely beaming as he thought about me exposing myself to these men. I did not understand it; in fact, I still don’t understand why this excited either my stepbrother or me. But it did. Still, I was very uncomfortable with the idea. It scared me more than it excited me. It felt too dangerous.

“Michael, I can’t do that here. It’s not safe. We don’t know what they’ll do.”

“Kelsey, what can they do in with all these people around? And I am here to protect you. I won’t let anything happen.”

Michael had a point. At six foot, three inches tall and nearly 200 pounds he was an imposing figure. He was an intimidating presence and very few people would ever want to cross him. He was larger and more intimidating than either of the men at the bar.

Still, sitting there by the warm fire, with my breasts covered only by the diaphanous, clingy silk fabric of my blouse, and only the top two buttons of my skirt holding it around my waist, I felt far too exposed and vulnerable.

I sat there stiffly, my hands in my lap holding my skirt closed, as I contemplated putting my coat on to reduce my exposure. But I did not do that.

“Are you sure you want me to do this? You know, are you sure you want me to let these men see my panties?” I asked with a quiver in my voice.

Michael nodded silently.

“And you’ll protect me? You won’t let this get out of hand?”

“I promise. I won’t leave you and I will protect you, always.”

I was about to respond to Michael, when I looked up and saw the two guys at the bar. They were looking directly at my image in the mirror behind the bar. As soon as they saw me look up, they smiled and turned to face me, hoisting their beers in the air in the form of a toast.

There was no doubt they recognized me from this afternoon. And the way their eyes focused on my chest, there was no doubt they could see that I was not wearing a bra.

“Kelsey, let your skirt fall open.”

After a moment’s hesitation, I reached up to take a sip of my wine, and released my skirt, which fell open again. My legs were tightly closed, but my upper thighs were totally exposed now. The men smiled broadly as my skirt fell open. I do not know precisely what they could see, but they certainly noticed my skirt falling from my thighs.

I felt my face turning a bright crimson as they hoisted their beers to toast my tiny titties and my legs a second time. I was so embarrassed; but I also was growing so aroused. I was not used to feeling sexy, attractive or pretty. I was certainly not used to being viewed as a sexual object of admiration.

Michael watched the men hoist their beers towards me.

“Kelsey, spread your legs a little and let them see your panties,” Michael instructed.

“Michael, I can’t do that. I just can’t.” I protested. But even as I protested, I complied with his instructions. I raised my wine glass, returned their toast and slowly moved my knees apart so these two strangers could get an unobstructed view of my panties.

Seeing me do this, the men damn near came out of their seats, cheering and applauding me. I closed my thighs together, and pulled my skirt up over my legs covering myself from the waist down.

My nipples were still on display, but I ended the viewing of my panty barely covered vulva. Exposing myself this way had me leaking profusely, I felt like I was sitting in a puddle of my own juice.

But this was getting out of hand. I was getting scared. okay, the danger was part of the excitement. The fact that this was naughty, and dangerous, aroused me more than I can describe. But my audience was too close, and they were becoming too animated. We were starting attract the attention of some of the other customers. My boldness had emboldened them.

“Michael, that was so embarrassing. I can’t believe that just happened. I can’t believe you got me to flash them that way.”

“But are you turned on?”

I nodded my head. I took a long sip of my wine.

“Michael, let’s go back to the room. I really want to take you inside me right now. I need you to fuck me. Get the check.”

Michael waved Don over to the table, and requested the check.

As Don went to prepare the check, Michael downed the last of his beer and said, “Kelsey, give the waiter one last good look when he brings the check.”

I nodded.

As Don approached with the check, I opened my fingers and released my skirt again, letting it fall open. I spread my legs so that my knees were roughly twelve inches apart and leaned forward so that my blouse fell away from my breasts. I would not have been any more exposed if I had sat there in just my panties.

Don smiled broadly as he handed Michael the check while staring directly at the crotch of my very damp panties. I could see his erection forming a very impressive bulge in the front of his pants. I was not certain, but I thought I saw it pulse occasionally as if it was straining to get out.

God, I loved having this effect on men; men who lusted after me but had no chance of getting me.

Exposed and aroused, I said truthfully, “Don, thank you for taking care of us tonight. You added a great deal to the dining experience.”

“May I ask your names?”

I saw no harm in giving him our first names. “I’m Kelsey, and this is Michael.”

I almost said, ‘I am Kelsey, and this is my stepbrother, Michael’. Can you imagine if I had mentioned that my date was my stepbrother? A shiver went through me. I just dodged a bullet. I really needed to be more aware, more careful.

“Well, Kelsey, I wait on hundreds of customers each week. I seldom remember anything about any of them. But I will never forget you. Kelsey, you are a beautiful lady.”

“Thank you.”

“You have made my night. Thank you.”

Don struggled with what he wanted to say next.

“I hope you are not offended, but I wrote my cell number on your receipt. I get off work at 10:00 p.m. If you guys want to get together for a little three way fun, please call me.”

This comment not only caught me off guard, it shocked me. I had never considered such a thing. Without even thinking, acting purely on instinct, I pulled my skirt closed, covering myself. This harmless game we were playing suddenly was ‘over the line’.

I should have seen that this was a potential outcome of brazenly exposing myself. But I did not. While playing with fire, I was in danger of getting burned. And it was not Don’s fault. We had given him every reason to think Michael and I might be open to this sort of thing.

Michael answered before I could, “Thanks, but I think we will decline the offer.”

“I understand. I hope you are not offended?” our waiter said with a trace of embarrassment.

I interjected, “No offense taken. But we have to be going.”

"Would you do me a favor?" Don asked.

"What kind of favor?" I asked cautiously. I was uncertain what request he would make.

"Would you just take my cell number, and if you have a change of heart, call me", Don said as he pressed a small piece of paper into my hand.

Michael interrupted this exchange, "Don, thank you. We are flattered. But don't wait up. We really need to be going."

We paid the bill, left a healthy tip and made a hasty exit. My friends at the bar raised their glasses to toast me as I left.

I clung to Michael’s arm as we silently trekked across the icy walkway back to our room. I was shivering from the cold as we entered our room. Or perhaps it was the events of the evening that had me shivering.

Michael pulled me to him and kissed me. I felt his erection pressing against me.

"Kelsey, what would you have done if I had wanted you to thank Don with a special kind of tip?"

"What kind of tip?" I asked nervously.

"I don't know. Maybe a nice kiss and give him a little feel. Something that he would still be thinking about twenty five years from now, but nothing too far out."

"Would you really want me to do that? I think you would get mad at me if I did something like that?" I was not sure if Michael was testing my loyalty or what. I was confused.

"Kelsey, I think it would be super hot for you to give him just a little present to remember you by. I mean, he was eye fucking you all night. This guy is really taken with you."

"Michael, I couldn't do that. I have already flashed him and teased him. If I were to let him kiss me, or feel me up, he would get carried away. And I definitely don't want to anyone but you getting the good stuff."

I was protesting Michael's suggestion, but truthfully, I was a little intrigued. I was very aroused from flashing Don, and I did thinking he was attractive and nice. And the thought of him masturbating tonight and years from now while thinking about me was terribly appealing.

"Kelsey, I would be right there. I would make sure that nothing got out of hand. I promise."

I felt my pulse quicken as we discussed what kind of little goodbye 'present' I might give to Don, and how I could pull this off.

"Are you sure you want me to do this? Are you sure you won't get jealous or mad? It would really piss me off if you wanted to kiss some other girl in front of me, or feel her up."

Although the thought of doing this excited me, I was confused. I could not understand why Michael would want me to do this. I mean, just thinking about doing this excited me, made me feel sexy and desirable, and made me feel very naughty. But what was he getting out of this?

"Kelsey, I'm sure I won't get jealous or mad. Hell, you are only doing this because I asked you to."

"Why do you want me to do this? What do you get out of this?"

"Kelsey, I am not completely sure why I want you to do this. I know that I get a real rush having another guy envious of what I have; which is you. You are going to come back to the room and make love to me tonight afterwards. I want Don to know how wonderful you are, and to envy me because I have you. And knowing that you are doing this because I want you to, that you are doing this for me, shows me how much you love me. And knowing you will be ready to go off like a Roman candle as soon as I take you back to the room makes me hard just thinking about it. But honestly, I am just guessing. I do not know why it turns me on like it does."

"Okay. What would you want me to do?"

"How about a really nice kiss, let him feel your tits a bit, and you can feel him cock a bit", Michael suggested. Then his face lit up. "I tell you what. I want you to repeat what you and I did in front of the window back at the hotel while the guys watched from the parking lot. That would be pretty harmless, but would be so fucking hot."

"And you'll stay right there with me and get me out of there before anything else happens?"

"I promise."

"And if I can, not only do you want me to let him touch me, you want me to stroke him? You're sure about this?"

"Oh fuck yeah!"

"If I can get him off by stroking him, do you want me to do that? To make him cum?"

"Kelsey, you are so fucking hot. Yes, if you can make him cum, do it."

"We'll see what happens. I hope you're right; I hope you don't get jealous or mad."

 I took Michael's hand in mine, and led him back to the restaurant.

The hostess asked us if we needed a table. I answered simply, "No, but we need to speak to our waiter, Don, for just a moment."

She directed Michael and me a little alcove where the coffee, tea, soft drink dispenser and ice water was set up for the servers to refill drinks for the diners. Don lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw us.

"Don, is there anywhere private we can go for a minute or two? I want to give you something," I said as coyly as I could as I opened my coat to reveal my braless breasts once again.

Don looked at Michael and Michael simply nodded as if to grant Don a tacit permission.

Don looked shocked and confused, and shuttered, "I guess we could go to the storage room in the back."

Don walked over to the hostess and said, "Jen, could you cover my tables for a couple of minutes?"

Jen agreed to cover for him. There were only a few patrons remaining and they all seemed to be relaxing, and would not require a lot of Jen's attention.

Don led us through the kitchen to a large storage room with shelves stacked with cans and boxes of food supplies and condiments.

"So what's up?" Don inquired nervously.

"Michael thinks it was kind of mean for me to tease you during dinner the way I did. He thinks I owe you an apology of sorts," I said as I held my coat open to expose my braless breasts to his gaze. "Michael, guard the door."

I took a step towards Don, took his right hand and placed it on my left breast.

"May I kiss you to let you know how sorry I am for teasing you tonight."

I did not wait for an answer, I stretched myself up and kissed him, gently at first. Don continued to look at Michael to make sure that he was not going to 'go postal' on him for kissing hisTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.