Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 02 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 02

Getting Married Set Me Free

by Vanessa Evans

Part 2

I woke up the same way as the previous day and then we had more fun as Dylan shaved me again. After breakfast we packed a bag then headed off the bus station. I was a little apprehensive, but excited about going out wearing only a slightly see-through cover-up and not even having any knickers or bikini bottoms with me, but Dylan liked the idea as much as I did and he promised to look after me.

As we walked, and at the bus station, I looked at all the men around me to see if they were staring at me and I have to say that I was disappointed that none of them appeared to notice that they would be able to see my tits and slit, and my butt, through the fabric of my cover-up.

Dylan bought our tickets then we waited for the bus. Dylan was stood behind me with his arms round me and as his hands wandered up and down my cover-up I started to feel quite horny, especially when his hands wandered either up and caressed one of my tits, or down and cupped my pussy, pressing on my clit.

We were lucky to get a seat on the bus and Dylan’s hand went straight to my bare thigh and slid up until his little finger touched my bare pussy. My bag was on my lap so I wasn’t worried about anyone looking down and seeing what Dylan was doing to me.

The bus filled up and people were standing in the aisle. As the bus moved off my horny state got the better of me and I opened my knees and slid my bag down onto the floor. Not closing my ...

... knees I looked down and confirmed what I suspected, that my cover-up wasn’t covering my lower stomach or bare pubis, and Dylan’s fingers were on my pussy and they were making little movements.

I looked up at the people stood in the aisle and saw 2 men looking down at me, or more importantly, at my pussy area where they could see that I was knickerless and Dylan’s fingers working on my pussy.

The tingling in my nipples and clit got stronger and I wet Dylan’s fingers a bit more. It was then that I realised that my pussy had hardly ever been wet before I got married, but since then I couldn’t remember a time when it was dry, apart from a couple of seconds after I’d showered and then dried myself.

I didn’t have any more time to think about that because the bus arrived at its destination, a big car park beside a lot of sand dunes. I couldn’t see the beach but I guessed that it was along the path through the dunes where I could see a few people walking.

We got off the bus and started walking in the same direction that everyone else was going, through the sand dunes, and we quickly came to an amazing beach gently sloping down to the blue sea with hardly any waves. To each side of us were long stretches of the soft, white sand and a scattering of people enjoying the relaxing ambience.

“Wow,” I said, “this is nice, where would you like to setup our little camp Dylan?”

“How about right here? Everything is perfect and you can display yourself to everyone as they come ...