Cupid is an Asshole

KIM
I knew the second I opened my eyes that I was going to do something outrageous. I got out of bed, having slept naked as always, and opened the curtains letting the warm, sunshine caress my body. Every nerve in my body tingled, and I felt so alive. It was a Saturday, and I knew that I was going to make it a day to remember. I had often wondered why sexual desire wasn’t recognised as having the same effect as a drug, certainly on women. When I am in the grip of very strong sexual arousal, it makes me do things, which I wouldn’t normally do - just like the way that drugs and alcohol can cause people to behave irrationally.

After a shower, when I spent some time leisurely soaping my breasts and pussy, and building my arousal; I slipped on my flowered mini-dress over tiny flowered panties--no bra or tights. I knew that my black strappy stilettos with the four inch heels made me look a real tart in the short dress, but that was the whole idea today.

I get really turned-on by flashing my body at men. Knowing that their cocks are getting hard as they look up my skirt, makes me so wet. Sometimes on one of my wild days I allow myself to be picked up for a fuck, if the chemistry is right. Often I prefer a simple one-off, down-to-earth session compared to wasting my time with dating, while a man tells me a pack of lies about undying love, while trying to get into my pants.

I ate a quick breakfast and headed for a little restaurant I noticed before, but had never used before. When I got there, I glanced around to see if there were any likely men I could torment with a bit of flashing. Most of the customers were women or kids but I spotted a man, probably in his fifties, who had shown an immediate interest in me. Ah well I thought, let’s start there, and took a seat near him in a position where I could let him see up my dress. As I studied him, I was rather taken by his distinguished looks. He had a kind, sensitive face, but there was an air of sadness about him. As I let my dress ride higher and higher, I could see that he was fascinated, although doing his best not to be too obvious in admiring my legs. I knew that I had him hooked, and I started to feel really horny as I let him see more and more. When I felt my juices escaping into my panties, I made one of my impetuous decisions, and walked across to his table.

When I boldly introduced myself and sat beside him, I could hardly keep my face straight at his look of panic and surprise. His name was Jim, and as we chatted I warmed to him. I can read men very well, and sensed that Jim had not enjoyed sex for a while; there was that hunger and longing which I had come to recognise. Suddenly I felt drawn to him -- why not bring some excitement into his life? After glancing round to check that we were not being observed at our corner table, I took his right hand and placed it on my bare thigh, beneath the table-cover. My skin tingled from the touch of his smooth, warm skin; and just as he was recovering from the shock, I slipped my left hand under his arm and rested it on his fly.

Jim’s mouth opened, but before he could speak, I placed a finger gently on his lips. “Hush, I whispered and smiled into his startled eyes. I glanced down to where I was still holding Jim’s large hand on my leg. I parted my thighs and guided it further up, pushing my dress back as I did, until we could see it resting on the bulge of my mound under the flowered panties. Jim gave me an embarrassed smile, but I felt his hand relax, and in seconds his fingers were moving gently over my swollen pussy lips through the silky material. I gave a little wriggle of encouragement, and felt something stir under my fingers on his crotch. I released my grip on his hand and placed mine back on the table.

We now had a hand on each other behind the table, but to the other customers it would appear that we might just be holding hands. The thrill of being naughty in public was getting to me; and to Jim also, for I felt a distinct outline of his cock as it began to harden.

JIM
I could not believe this was happening to me. I brushed my trembling fingers over her panty-covered lips; when I felt her wetness my cock amazed me by hardening even more as she stroked me through my pants. To be having my dick stroked by such a beautiful young woman was exciting enough in itself, but doing it while sitting here in a restaurant surrounded by other people, made it amazingly erotic.

“I can’t believe that this is happening to me,” I whispered to her.

“Well, you seem to be enjoying it,” she whispered back, smiling impishly. She shifted again encouragingly and my fingers slipped under the edge of her panties and ran across the fine, curly hairs of her mound. I found her entrance -so hot, and so wet; and I groaned as I lightly probed, seeking entry.

I felt myself falling stupidly in love with this beautiful girl who was making me enjoy sensations that had become a memory. Despite my intense excitement, I had enough sense to silently curse Cupid for what he was doing to me. My mouth felt dry and parched. Lord, what is happening to me? Suddenly Kim smiled and took my hand from between her legs, kissing the wet tips of my fingers, and flicking her tongue across them, while looking into my eyes.

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Love and sex are not the same. With love you can ignore the imperfections..with sex, she usually points them out. Nightwatcher 2008