Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 13 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 13

... Dylan’s hand immediately went to my slit and his fingers actually made me cum 2 times whilst we were on the buses.

One time that we did get off the bus to go into a department store. We’d seen pictures of diving tours and decided on 2 things, firstly that we were going to learn to scuba dive when we got back to England, and secondly, that we’d do some snorkelling whilst we were there. I got this image in my head of us fucking underwater with us just breathing through the snorkels, so we went into the store to buy masks, snorkels and flippers.

I was a little disappointed that my very short skirt and short, net tank top didn’t attract much attention. When I mentioned it to Dylan he suggested that the local had got used to girls wearing very little during the American Spring Breaks. He told me that Cancun attracted thousands of students wanting to party for a couple of weeks and from what he’d seen of on the videos the girls wore as little, or less than I was wearing right then.

“Can we come back at Spring Break please Dylan?” I asked.

“Of course we can, but there are other places in America that have ‘events’, shall we call them, that I’m sure that you will enjoy. Key West Fantasy Fest, at least one in San Francisco and some in the Las Vegas area. I’ve also heard of nudist clubs in the Vegas area that have competitions where naked girls flaunt their bodies in front of hundreds of people, spreading their legs so wide that everyone can see inside their vaginas. I’ve ...

... never really looked into them, the events or the pussies, but we can when we get home and plan something.”

“Hmm, they sound fun, can we go to all of those please Dylan?”

By then I’d pulled my skirt up a bit and twisted it round a bit so that the gap was now in the middle at the front and I could see my bald pubis when I looked down. I also checked my top and made sure that both my nipples were sticking through holes in the net. Dylan told me that he could now see the lower part of my butt from behind.

“Let’s go.” I said.

“Woah there young lady, if you really want to get people staring and shouting things at you then you need to walk ahead of me, like I wasn’t with you, just following you and pretending to perv on your bare butt.”

“Love you Dylan.” I said and handed him my bags so that my hands were free.

Off I went, pretending that I owned the place but looking at all the guys through my sunglasses to see if they stared at me. I even changed my route to take me nearer to groups of guys who were just standing around. And yes, I did get a few comments and a couple wolf-whistles.

I got so confident that I started stopping and looking in shop windows and bending over a little knowing that the people behind me would see my wet pussy. I was feeling great, and very horny.

I even walked passed a policeman who was talking to a stopped motorist. I think that he saw me as I walked towards him but I wasn’t sure and he never said anything.

When I turned down a ...