Her True Self - Sex Stories

Her True Self

... on her body, on her breasts, on her vulva, and she could feel her juices starting to drip down her legs already. It reminded her why she had texted Amanda in the first place.

Now wasn't the time to bring that up, though, not around a bunch of other people. Amy would wait until they were in private again.

Amanda went into the shop first, and held the door open for Amy. Amy walked in after her, glancing around nervously from face to face to face to see if any of them were looking at her.

They were. They all were. The customers, at least. The employees were busy. But no one said anything. One woman's eyes widened, and mouth opened a bit as if in shock, but after a second she just looked away and pretended to be extremely interested in the ingredients of the chocolate milk in the nearby fridge.

Amy had survived yet another impossible situation.

"You want anything?" Amanda asked.

"No, thanks," Amy said. Amanda placed her own order, and they waited for a few minutes until it was ready. The customers that were there all left when they got their orders, and new ones came in. The reactions were varied, and one man stared at Amy's pussy unabashedly for his entire visit, even while he was ordering. Amy actually found that pretty funny.

Amanda also made small talk with the staff while they waited, and when they were done, they went back to the car.

"No big deal, right?" Amanda asked.

"I did it!" Amy said. She was so close to an orgasm now, and she'd barely ...

... started the day. Her pussy demanded her attention, but she just couldn't touch it right now. She was out in public. But it did remind her to bring up the topic of the day. "I'm really, really turned on, though. I don't think I'm supposed to be."

"There is no 'supposed to'," Amanda said. "But let's get to the park, and then we'll chat."

It was another ten minute drive to the park, one that Amy had been to a few times over the years with her family for random picnics and stuff. The parking lot was surrounded by a vast, empty field, but at the far end was a forest, and in the shade of the forest there were a bunch of picnic tables. Amanda led the way on a path across the field to one of the picnic tables.

Amy did think that this was, again, the most exposed she'd ever been. But she didn't let it stop her. She didn't even let it slow her down. She walked with Amanda like they were old friends, going on a normal walk. When they made it to the table, they sat down across from each other, and Amanda started eating.

"So..." Amy said.

"Let me finish this," Amanda said, though a mouthful of bagel. "Then we'll chat. For now, just enjoy the nature."

Amy looked around. There were a few dozen people around, but the space was so large that they were all really spread out. The picnic tables were right next to a footpath, so occasionally, someone walked past and glanced at them, but for the most part they were left alone.

Eventually, Amy found herself looking instead of at ...