1. The Performance Ch. 11 - The Show Act 02


    Date: 9/23/2023, Categories: Exhibitionist & Voyeur, Author: byd0br0 

    ... her arms in the air and shook her tits at her enraptured audience. She strutted some more...then stopped. Holding the spray bottle in front of her crotch she looked questioningly at the men, raising her eyebrows and scanning the crowd. The question was telegraphed and received, and the audience energetically voiced their encouragement for her to continue with the next stage of her revealing campaign of torture. Cate looked again from one side of the room to the other and made eye contact once again with Jason at the front table. She looked to the back of the room where she could see Tom standing behind the camera, and she broke out into a wide, playful smile.

Tom was dumbstruck. He had seen the Wicked Weasel reveal before but the spray bottle trick was a new twist. He wondered when she had come up with that. It worked like a charm and was a very clever idea. Captivatingly playful yet seductive. He was surprised that she now seemed so comfortable showing her nearly naked tits to the crowd, but if ever asked, would admit that he was all for it. It turned him on fiercely. And now it appeared that she was going to give the same treatment to the bikini bottom as well. Fuck...this was breathtaking. The tiny scrap of material was already snug against her mound and was trapped in her slit, giving her a noticeable camel toe. The addition of the water ...
    ... was going to make for a very intriguing visual. He was unquestionably going to get the zoom ready to focus in on that soon-to-be-soaked pussy. Maybe it was already soaked he thought to himself.

"Fuck it. Here goes," Cate thought, as she gave the trigger a couple of quick squeezes. And that couple of rapid squirts was all that was necessary to completely soak the minuscule scrap of fabric that was masquerading as a bikini bottom. It too all but disappeared as it became seemingly invisible from the soaking it had just received. The garment was now plastered to her plump, bald pudenda and her tight slit was now sufficiently discernible behind the tiny patch of wet cloth. She was wet in more ways than one and she knew that this routine, with its raunchy level of exposure, had served as a powerful aphrodisiac. Not just to her audience of excited businessmen, that was a given, but to herself as well. And, she was positive, to her husband Tom.

She dropped her hands to cover her now, 'not so' privates and spun so her back was to the audience. She bent at the waist, gave her jiggly ass a final shake, the string of the bikini bottom now firmly lodged between her ass cheeks and nether lips, and traipsed saucily to the wings and her dressing room just as the music ended.

And the stage again went dark.

And the audience erupted with lustful enthusiasm.
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