I took a step back toward the car and undid the top button of my dress. Jim, wearing only his jeans, took a step toward me. I walked back again and undid two or three more buttons so that my flesh was exposed to the navel. Jim took two steps toward me, unfastened the rest of the buttons, and slid my dress over my shoulders. He looked like he didn't know what to do with it for a moment, and then hung it over one of the abandoned gas pumps.
So. I was standing in the open countryside, almost naked. I looked down at what I had on: a pink bra that was pretty and girly but the safety pin holding one of the straps together rather detracted from its sex appeal. Besides that I wore a pair of Paul's boxers and battered old baseball shoes. It was hardly a full-on burlesque outfit, but I had never felt hornier. And as I felt the stiffening in the groin that was now being pressed against my hips, I saw that my outfit was having a pretty strong effect on Jim, too.
"Wait there," I said to Jim, not wanting him to get too horny, too soon. I knew that young men didn't always last the distance, and I wanted to ride his cock for a long time. I took another step back so that my calves were touching the bumper of our car. I kicked off one shoe, then the other, letting the old sneakers land a few feet away. Jim watched as enthralled as if I'd been sliding stilettos off while dancing around a pole. Removing my bra, I unfastened the catch, slipping the straps off my shoulders but leaving my breasts covered until the very last minute. I threw the bra behind me and heard a soft thud as it landed on the roof of the car. Jim watched my breasts, fascinated by them as that fat young dick bulged so hard in his jeans that it must have been agony for him not to touch himself.
I licked one finger, then another, pinched each of my nipples, rubbed the skin around them, took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and pulled my tits out toward Jim as far as they would go before it started to hurt a little. That tiny bit of discomfort felt good, so I pulled them a little bit farther. Then I released my right breast, which slapped down against my rib cage in a pendulous teardrop. Jim whimpered.
"Well, Jim," I said, surprised by how breathy my voice was. "I bet you haven't seen titties like these before. Do you like what you see?"
Jim nodded, and I released my left breast so that it fell level with my right. Then I squeezed my arms together, pressing my tits close, enjoying how it felt to be so in control.
All I had on now was Paul's old boxer shorts. I knew that he wanted to play the voyeur, that he didn't want me to pay too much attention to him, but I had to include him for a while. I turned my head to the right to see Paul's dick straining against the material of his old beach shorts. He had that look on his face that he got when talking about this fantasy-only it was a million times more intense now that he was actually seeing it unfold before his eyes.
"You. Get your dick out," I told him. "I want to watch you touch yourself."
Paul undid the buttons of his shorts and lowered them so that they stayed around his hips. That familiar prick of his was rock-hard and bigger than I'd seen it in years. His obvious arousal increased my own.
"Okay, Jim," I said, refocusing on the student. "You can step a little closer now."
Jim leaped toward me so that our topless bodies were pressed together. We didn't kiss-it was enough to feel the length of his flesh against mine. I felt my nipples harden as they rubbed against the warm, smooth skin of his torso. He was surprisingly hairless, a thrilling contrast to Paul's hairy, masculine trunk. He wrapped his arms around me, trailed his fingers up and down my back, but I didn't want these soft caresses; I wanted to be ravished, devoured, fucked.
"Oh, Jim," I said in that new voice I seemed to have borrowed for the afternoon from a porn star. "Can't you help me out of these wet clothes?" And I wasn't exaggerating; those boxers were absolutely dripping with my juices. Jim dropped to his knees obediently and used his nimble young fingers to peel the cotton away from my skin. Even my bush was damp with my own pussy liquor. Then he pressed his face between my legs and inhaled deeply. His nose touched the tip of my clitoris, which made me gush a little more. Not moving his face, he slowly eased the shorts down my legs, and I lifted first one leg, then the other, and stepped elegantly out of my underwear.
From the corner of my eye, I saw a blur of flesh, and I knew that it was Paul getting hard and horny. I didn't want to make eye contact because if I looked at him too often, it would have burst the fantasy bubble where Paul is a voyeur, watching in secret. But I knew it was happening, knew he was watching, and that was turn-on enough for me.
I spread my legs a little, letting Jim know that it was okay for him to delve deeper. I wondered if it was his first time probing a cunt with his tongue. Reticent at first, he sniffed like a puppy tentatively encountering something new for the first time, trying to work out what it is and whether he likes it. But when his tongue flicked against my clitoris, he saw and felt my whole cunt spasm appreciatively under his touch. Once he'd seen what his tongue was doing to me, he got a taste for pussy, and there was no stopping him after that. He darted all over my clit, then stiffened his tongue and gently inserted the tip into my pussy. My thighs were trembling on either side of his face. It was so intense I wondered if I might come there and then. While that would have been so easy and delicious, I wanted to come around his dick, to have that solid rod of youthful flesh inside me when it happened.
"That's so good, Jim," I told him, pulling him up by his hair. His face shone with my juices, and he looked pleased, like a kid who's just been given a gold star by a teacher he has a crush on. "But I'd like you inside me now."
I let go of Jim's hair, turned around so that I was facedown on the hood of the car, and eagerly anticipated his fleshy spear. The fumbling of Jim's fingers on his belt buckle bought me some time to calm my pulse and make furtive eye contact with Paul. His dick quivered in his fist, and he was stroking himself real slow, tugging at his balls. I know he always does this when he's trying to keep himself from coming, trying to eke out the pleasure, and I was satisfied that he was enjoying this experience as much as I was. I felt the soft warm tip of Jim's prick poking around at my thighs, trying to locate my opening. He jabbed at my ass, which felt delicious, and any other day I'd have loved more of it, but right then it was my hungry cunt that needed to be satisfied. I raised my hips a little, spread my legs as wide as they would go, and when I heard him gasp, I knew he'd seen the pink hole, ready and waiting for him. My tits were pressed down on the hood of the car, pleasantly squashed beneath me when Jim finally penetrated me. It was bigger and fatter than I thought-the first cock, apart from Paul's, I'd had inside me for years. I could hear Jim's high, tight balls slapping on his thighs and mine as he pounded my pussy, screwing his dick all the way in, pulling it out, skewering me again, until I felt overwhelmed with the fullness of it.
Confident now, Jim pulled me back by my hips, ripped his dick out of me mercilessly so that it tugged my tender flesh, flipped me over, and threw me back down on the hood. We were face to face, and I could see Jim's dick for the first time. His jeans were only down as far as his hips, and his cock was the crowning glory of an almost unbearably perfect body. Jim was like an ancient Greek ideal of male physical perfection: long, lean, and athletic, with hips that tapered in at the tops of his thighs. His cock and balls were the same light tan color as the rest of his body, his full bush the only patch of hair-even what I saw of his legs was smooth and hairless. For some reason I found this an incredible turn-on. I was enjoying the view too much to look at Paul, but I wondered what he was thinking as he saw the two of us. Was Paul horny for this fit young man, or for me, or for the dynamite combination of both of us?