Movie Spanks
Cinema Flashes
My naughty Sue desired attention from strangers, making it seem unintentional or forced. It signified she lost a wager, obligating her to satisfy the bet. It also demanded accepting a dare, leading to possible nudity if the outcomes were unfavorable - which she hoped were exposing her assets. She preferred to keep her clothes attire revealing yet deny responsibility.
She adored wearing wrap-around skirts on windy days while her hands were preoccupied, ensuring she couldn't hide. Typically, she wore undergarments like unmentionables, but not at all times. Her neatly trimmed genitalia glistened in the sun, a charming picture. I would often be present to capture images we relished later or potentially divulge with confidants as she feigned bewilderment and watched self-consciously with dilated fingers.
More often than possible, she donned button-down blouses at work. These revealing shirts exposed her nipples when she moved due to their gaping buttons. On one day, I was seated next to her, unaware a coworker was on her right. She rested her palms on her hips, opening the nipple-level button so provocatively that her naked tit and stiff nipple emerged in full view. She sneaked a glance at the gap, momentarily startled before her nipples visibly stiffened. Infatuation spread between us. We were transfixed, mouthing the word, "Squeeze" to each other as we pretended not to notice. Sue temporarily overcame her embarrassment enough to smile. Eventually, we both surreptitiously maintained a pleasurable sample.
One Saturday, she engaged in deep-sea fishing, accompanied by several coworkers. Alas, I couldn't join in as I preferred feeding the fish instead of fishing them. The photos she shared depicted her wormlessly adorned in her small, revealing bikini bottoms and halter top. As usual, two of the men took advantage of the situation by tenderly pushing her shoulders upward, showcasing her voluptuous B-cup breasts with swollen nipples. Their grips provoked several close-ups, exposing her nipples under the halter top. My erection hardened as I beheld the alluring venus that called out to me. I took pleasure in contriving situations where she was "unintentionally" disrobed. She was reluctant to accept her exhibitionist nature at the moment.
Regularly, we hosted minor social gatherings with multiple people over for picnics or spontaneous activities. When Sue visited, her hands were loaded with utensils. In an attempt to lend assistance, I would instead displace her tube top, exposing her breasts. At times, I would opt for her loose bikini bottoms to be a casualty. The shared viewing of her tailbone, thighs, and a glimpse of her vagina awakened her. After placing her tray on the table with her skirt around her ankles, she speedily cooperated without admitting her intent. Instead, she fanned herself and laughed self-consciously as I struggled to prevent photo evidence, giving every observer a mesmerizing glimpse.
Planning a daring outing that seemed unintentional became more challenging. I devised an intricate scheme, yet withheld some information. "Love, let's watch a movie afternoon showing. The film is irrelevant." I winked, greasing the path for an exciting afternoon. She deciphered the visual hints and wore a casual skirt and short-sleeve button-down. "Don't inquire."
Opting for a movie featuring '50 Shades' of Gray (pre-realization of its abysmal quality) allowed me to contrive a particular audience. I chose a center aisle seat a dozen or so rows back. Ample people met us in the center area and across into a side section. Sue joined me on the right, allowing me to watch with a mixture of excitement and adrenaline. She initially displayed restraint, but she adored the scenes of sadism and raw sex. Once she perused these scenes and became aroused, I took advantage.
While she caressed her breasts, I vigorously opened the buttons behind her in low-light conditions. Her top collapsed, and she squirmed in abject bewilderment as air chilled her nipples. Noticing her increased arousal, I slid my hands across her thighs, advancing her skirt to her belly, stroking her pussy, forcing her clit into playful tension. When I slipped inside her, watched by onlookers, she climaxed and voiced her gratification. To enhance the experience, I extracted my cock for her to grasp, guiding her to pleasure me. Her skirt slid higher, revealing her sex and navel to nearby admirers. Seeing her anxious expression made her participation undeniable.
Abruptly, she got up and blurted, "HOW DARING OF YOU TO FLASH ME TO ALL THESE PEOPLE?" Bending down, she finished pulling her skirt back down as she pointed at me furiously.
At first, I wasn't sure if she was really angry or if she was just on a power trip. "I'm leaving. You can find your way home on your own."
Rather quickly, she reappeared with a big cup of water. While still standing in the aisle, she slowly emptied the cup over me, stating, "Your attempts at arousal aren't so big, so enjoy the icy water and draft."
She flung the cup at me and left.
Moments later, I hauled her back by her wrist and forced her over my armrest as I said, "That reaction was very impolite. You just orgasmed, you deserve a spank."
Being half pressed on my armrest, her skirt pulled up to her back, flattening her windblown auburn mane. Many around us watched as her elevated buttocks spanked her even further.
She exclaimed, "No, please, I shouldn't have done that, but let these strangers not see my ass." We noticed at least half a dozen people lingering by her side while she protested passive-aggressively.
I gripped her wrist to hold her down and wailed, "Your panties are comfy." As her bamboozled face emphasized her embarrassment, I yanked her panties down to her ankles, leaving her bottom half open, and her smooth, stocking-encased legs catching my admiring gaze.
She shouted, "NO! I apologize! But please, let these strangers not see my ass." A row of men gathered around us to watch the movie's light reflecting her bare buns.
A man whispered, "Give her a spanking too." Another loudly agreed. One customer hurried to the seat in front of us.
One man pulled Sue's panties from her feet, another asked her to spread her legs wider. She bellowed, "No, no, NO!" Almost deranged, she kept resisting until someone slapped her ass. Hearing it from her, two spectators separated themselves to get a better look while three others crowded the row behind her.
One man thrust his cock in her direction. Another pulled a handful of her hair and a third slapped her ass. A fourth took her by the side of her thigh and rubbed her nipples. Another man rubbed his own arousal as he inspected her bare bottom.
Sensing her losing control, I repeated, "No fucking!"" This message seemed the surprise foil to the entertaining scenario unfolding before me.
A woman in the aisle took an interest in my cock and rubbed it against Sue's boob. She nonchalantly wiggled out of her own bottoms and applied my free hand to her genitals before letting go.
Someone else bent down and licked and labored on Sue's cheeks. She howled at its tickling sensation.
A man asked his wife to spank Sue while he fingered her as I fingered her. I lifted my wife's cheeks, revealing her pussy and anus taut with desire. One side glanced at me while the other curled a finger inside her, drawing an orgasm from him. Using the same hand, he spread her cheeks open for all, clutching an index finger in her ass as the man proceeded to lick it. Another man pressed his face into her anus biting a chunk off her left cheek.
I said, "No sex!" But my trembling permission ignored this order and her moaning guest swiftly removed her respective spouse to have his way with her.
I waited patiently for Sue to finish her drought before waving my hands to say, "Done here." The female who was orgasming when she heard this order let herself be guided away with her husband, taking a look at me over her shoulder. I caressed her throbbing reddened buttocks before adjusting her skirt as she took off.
Taking a meandering trip to the humiliating finish, Sue stumbled around while still having her blouse stuffed in her mouth and her skirt still loose. As I slipped her blouse over her upper half, she leaned against me, making sure to keep her blouse open.
I said, "Did you enjoy my expressly imagined sex story as much as you seemed to?"
She nodded and replied, "Yes, it's true. It was far more entertaining than the movie. I love you. Will we do this again?"
Intriguingly, she also said, "Can I get my panties back?"
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