Kelsey’s Wet Dreams – Chapter 7 – Exposed, aroused, pleasured - Sex Stories

Kelsey’s Wet Dreams – Chapter 7 – Exposed, aroused, pleasured

... 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 ...