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

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

... pounds he was an imposing figure. He was an intimidating presence and very few people would ever want to cross him. He was larger and more intimidating than either of the men at the bar. Still, sitting there by the warm fire, with my breasts covered only by the diaphanous, clingy silk fabric of my blouse, and only the top two buttons of my skirt holding it around my waist, I felt far too exposed and vulnerable. I sat there stiffly, my hands in my lap holding my skirt closed, as I contemplated putting my coat on to reduce my exposure. But I did not do that. “Are you sure you want me to do this? You know, are you sure you want me to let these men see my panties?” I asked with a quiver in my voice. Michael nodded silently. “And you’ll protect me? You won’t let this get out of hand?” “I promise. I won’t leave you and I will protect you, always.” I was about to respond to Michael, when I looked up and saw the two guys at the bar. They were looking directly at my image in the mirror behind the bar. As soon as they saw me look up, they smiled and turned to face me, hoisting their beers in the air in the form of a toast. There was no doubt they recognized me from this afternoon. And the way their eyes focused on my chest, there was no doubt they could see that I was not wearing a bra. “Kelsey, let your skirt fall open.” After a moment’s hesitation, I reached up to take a sip of my wine, and released my skirt, which fell open again. My legs were tightly closed, but my upper thighs ...

... were totally exposed now. The men smiled broadly as my skirt fell open. I do not know precisely what they could see, but they certainly noticed my skirt falling from my thighs. I felt my face turning a bright crimson as they hoisted their beers to toast my tiny titties and my legs a second time. I was so embarrassed; but I also was growing so aroused. I was not used to feeling sexy, attractive or pretty. I was certainly not used to being viewed as a sexual object of admiration. Michael watched the men hoist their beers towards me. “Kelsey, spread your legs a little and let them see your panties,” Michael instructed. “Michael, I can’t do that. I just can’t.” I protested. But even as I protested, I complied with his instructions. I raised my wine glass, returned their toast and slowly moved my knees apart so these two strangers could get an unobstructed view of my panties. Seeing me do this, the men damn near came out of their seats, cheering and applauding me. I closed my thighs together, and pulled my skirt up over my legs covering myself from the waist down. My nipples were still on display, but I ended the viewing of my panty barely covered vulva. Exposing myself this way had me leaking profusely, I felt like I was sitting in a puddle of my own juice. But this was getting out of hand. I was getting scared. okay, the danger was part of the excitement. The fact that this was naughty, and dangerous, aroused me more than I can describe. But my audience was too close, and they were ...