(Not suitable for under 18s)
She sat on the bench facing the beach, where she had been the day before, her long, brown hair whipped up by the wind. She was wearing a light coloured mac, tied around the middle, and with the collar pulled up against the wind, which brought with it a few flecks of salty water. I sat down at the other end of the bench, but didn’t look at her, although I sensed that she’d turned her head towards me. I was in control. It was my show.
She stood up and I heard her heels on the concrete as she walked towards me. Pausing directly in front of me I looked at her face for the first time since my arrival.
She lifted the front of her mac and I could see that she was naked underneath, her little tuft of brown hair standing out against her pale skin. She looked around nervously, as if to see if anyone was nearby.
“Look at me. You’re not to concern yourself with anyone else. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, so softly that I could barely hear her words for the wind.
“You may drop your coat back down.”
The relief on her face was palpable. She couldn’t yet free her mind from the shame should our little scene be witnessed by a stranger, but the thought of her being seen like that excited me beyond measure. I was more of an exhibitionist than I realised.
“Put your hands behind your back, and stand with your legs apart.”
Even though I knew it was difficult for her she responded obediently, linking her hands behind her back and placing her feet about a foot apart.
She was now within my reach and I stretched out my arm and ran my hand up her inner thigh. As I reached the point where her thigh ended, she sucked in air and visibly shivered, in anticipation of where it would reach next. But I liked to wrong foot her. I stopped and withdrew my hand, and she released her breath. I knew that she was disappointed, but she didn’t complain. She knew better than to complain.
It had begun to rain; large drops, and the sky had become ominously grey. The few people who had been walking along the seafront began to run for shelter. I remained seated, and as long as I didn’t move, then neither could she.
I pointed down at my shoes.
“My lace is undone. Please fasten it for me.” I was so polite. Even smiled. She hesitated. That would be another ten spanks this evening.
She knew that I intended for her to bend from the waist, thereby exposing her bottom to the world. But I showed her no mercy and looked sternly into that lovely face of hers. Words were not necessary.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, and hurriedly bent forward, quickly tying the shoelace. She knew that it had been left unfastened deliberately for this moment. I wondered if anyone in the rooms above the closed shops on the seafront was looking through their window right now. The thought made me shiver with pleasure and I wondered if she was thinking the same.
She straightened up, her face a little flushed. I caught hold of her waistband and pulled her towards me, until her knees were touching mine. My hand slipped through the front of the mac and between her thighs. She was wet and sticky.
“You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir, I do.” There was no hesitation in her reply.
“Does it excite you that someone might have been watching?”
She really didn’t need to answer. The excitement was showing in her sparkling eyes and the slightly breathy voice. “It does, Sir.”
“You like being on view, don’t you? Being available to anyone who happens to pass by? Perhaps I should hire a market stall and have you on display, naked, for anyone to see as they do their shopping. Would you like that?”
She shivered, her eyes closed, as though she was imagining the scene. “Yes, Sir. I’d like that very much.”
“See how hard you’re making me.” We both looked down to the bulge, straining against my trousers. She looked a little worried.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you to suck me off right here. But the sooner we get back to that hotel room, the better, don’t you think?”
She smiled. “Yes, Sir. It would probably be a good idea.” She visibly relaxed as our little game came to an end. She knew that she had played her part to perfection. Next came the reward.
“No point us getting wet out here. I’d rather we got wet in the shower together, with you sucking my hard cock. Lead the way, sweetheart.”
She turned and began walking along the seafront, her heels clicking on the concrete, and her arse swaying under the mac. I couldn’t see her face, but I knew she would be smiling triumphantly. Goddam, that woman of mine sure knows how to stoke my fire.