Prepared and Armed
Ready to go,
Some bridges are alluring due to their engineering skills, towering high, sprawling out long distances, and allowing people to safely cross water a significant distance from shore. These massive steel structures can be both modern and majestic.
However, this isn't one of those bridges. While there is water below, vehicles travel beside it. It's not decorated with shiny steel and bold colors; instead, it's filled with worn wood and dirty, dull concrete. Although there are steel beams, most of them are covered in graffiti.
The only fascinating thing about this bridge is that it's your favorite spot to flash. With your radiant white skin and tight bright blue jeans glimmering in the sun, you are bringing sexiness to this unattractive bridge.
But I'm bringing you back to the bridge during the night to increase your exhibitionism.
Occasionally, chain fences make pedestrian bridges like this one even uglier, making it more challenging for people to accidentally fall off or intentionally jump. But sometimes, pedestrians add their touch to the bridge too. Lovers leave locks on the fence, signifying their unbreakable bond.
Yet tonight, these locks symbolize a different kind of chains.
Instead of jeans, you'll be wearing tighter spandex tonight. Your leggings and sports bra will be beneficial - both for quick escape and displaying your assets.
Once we reach the middle of the bridge, you lift your bra and display yourself to me.
"Beautiful," I say, "Now extend your arms toward me."
"Do you mean my boobs?" you ask, cupping them for emphasis.
However, when I bring out two looped ropes from my backpack, your arms are already extended. I attach a prusik knot around each of your wrists, leaving them suspended above your head.
I position myself behind you, caressing your breasts, kissing your neck, and thrusting my hardened erection against your rear.
"I'd like to fuck you here in front of everyone who can see us," I whisper, "While you're tied up and exposed."
"I'm ready," you confirm, grinding your back into me.
So, I back off, pull your leggings down, open my pants, and release my erection. With one hand, I ensure your readiness and dive inside with my fingers.
You're so aroused that you're moist with excitement rather than fear. I stab you repeatedly while admiring my power over a smart and strong person, especially when it comes to submission. My abrupt finish doesn't last long.
As I slip out, I hastily unlock your left hand, put the loop, lock, and rope back into my bag, and move on to the other lock. I free the rope but immediately fasten it to the fence as a reminder of our connection.
Finally, I pack the remaining items, close up my bag, and turn to find you wearing your clothes again.
Knowing we shouldn't stay any longer, we rush back to the car and drive away.
But before we reach 3 miles, you want me to receive what you owe me for baring it all and allowing me to cum there.
You snatch my right hand from the steering wheel and push it between your legs.
Since you don't have to steer, you push your leggings down, leaving nothing between your skin and mine.
Serving as a reminder of your thanks for my orgasm as well as the obligation to aid you in reaching yours, my hand becomes yours.
We're back at your place, and although we're still connected, your clothes are back on, and you request more exposure later.
Locked and Loaded: Chapter 2.
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My right hands fingers fidget with eagerness as I begin to stroke and massage your lip and clit. You deftly reach into your pocket and pull out your phone. In the brief pause at a traffic light, your car's interior illuminates as you snap photos of my dark fingers temporarily transforming your pale, beautiful pussy.
"Can I ask for anything while you're taking pictures?" I ask, grinning.
Before I can finish my sentence, you pull up your sports bra, exposing your gorgeous naked chest.
"This is what you wanted, right?" you return.
"Absolutely. Although, who wouldn't want to see those breasts?" I respond with a smirk.
"What about if I pick a song and you must remain topless until it's over?"
You scroll through your playlist, then right before pressing play, you state, "Fine, but if we get pulled over, you'll have to pay my bail."
"Of course," I say, and not only are my fingers tracing your body but now, two of them are also penetrating you. The late hour and deserted streets leave me wondering if anyone will glace your way.
A car cruises by, completely ignoring the exposed woman inside, preoccupied by the act of driving. I glance over at you and see that you're blushing. I contemplate if the next passerby will see your reddened face and chest.
Soon enough, another vehicle approaches, the passenger notices you. He likely cannot believe his luck.
Fortuitously, the driver and I manage to maintain a safe distance from the road and stop at the next light. As you set your phone aside, you turn your torso towards the vehicle, displaying your exposed chest, and begin using your hands to stimulate your nipples.
You verge on desperation as you ride my fingers.
"Are you okay with these guys watching you cum?" I query.
"Hell yes," you respond.
We proceed to a safe, empty parking lot and I flick on the dome light. You remove my shoes and leggings.
As my free hand grabs your phone, I point to the other car. Their driver passes by without noticing you. The passenger, however, sees you and calls out, "That's something to see!"
He likely wouldn't have believed his luck either if he'd known you'd present yourself like this.
Fortunately, I recognize the danger in public drives and suggest a safer environment. The passenger follows us, I park, and we stop. You then move to give better viewing to the onlookers.
Sitting on the passenger seat, you slide back your seat and spread your legs apart as much as possible, elevating your feet against the window and leaning against my chest.
You push my hand away, draw your fingers apart, and move into position for your voyeurs. How thoughtful you are-leaving me just enough freedom to record this brief and rare exhibition.
You reposition yourself, first pulling out my fingers then shoving my hand back in when you settle into a more comfortable, revealing angle.
The two men in the car have their heads out the window, treating themselves to a clear view of your nude form.
"We're all here to witness your longer-than-usual naked foray, and we want to watch you pleasure your huge breasts as well," I explain, feeling you tense around my fingers.
"Are you ready to cum in front of these two horny, contented, and exceedingly lucky men?"
You answer by pinching your own nipples and tightening around my fingers, producing a loud moan.
I slacken my grip, unsure if you're going to simply cum on my hand. But your next move takes me by surprise.
"Show them more," you urge, moving your leg down while sliding over in your seat. You undo my zipper and draw out my erection.
You sit up, turn to face your audience, and begin to suck me off. For my part, I attempt to support your camera recording this. Your eyes widen as pressure builds.
"Here's a strategy to hasten your process," I note, thrusting my fingers into you as you suck indecently loudly.
Your legs shake, and I can feel you tense against my fingers.
You suddenly have a different plan. You push down, bring your feet up, flip around so we face your audience, and end up on your knees.
"This courtesy of you lets these gents indulge in an incredible view of your lovely vagina," I note as I stretch out your cheeks and lips, exposing your most intimate parts.
Your body trembles, but it doesn't seem like you can last much longer.
You have an idea. You reach behind and apply pressure beneath my balls, and perform a deep, intense blowjob simultaneously. I feel myself near climax.
You shift back down, expose your nude chest, and face your audience. You display your cum-smeared hand, then demonstrate it.
You then lower your top to demonstrate the end of your performance. You wave and blow two kisses to your enthusiastic admirers.
We opt for a circuitous route to our destination, ensuring we aren't being trailed. This provides ample time for you to retrieve your leggings and shoes from where they were discarded.
By the time we reach our driveway, you've successfully regained a more presentable appearance. If any neighbors happen to witness you, they might assume you're simply exhausted from a thrilling run, not from being an accidental exhibitionist covered in semen on your face, chest, and thighs.
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