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

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

... 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 ...