Elizabeth gets naughty Part 3
I suggest you start with Part 1 and 2 which are here:
I suggest you start with Part 1 and 2 which are here:
Wow. When one’s hot, on fire, the only important thing is the climax. The need to envelop oneself in all things sexual and arrive at the summit. Explode. When the adrenaline is pumping all other considerations disappear. The problem arises once the summit is reached. Once the volcano has erupted. Once one is descending. Then the guilt, the embarrassment starts. And so it was with Elizabeth and to an extent Chris.
“Oh my god! I can’t believe I’ve just done that. What was I thinking? Oh god.” Elizabeth looked at me aghast. “What do you think of me? Of us? God this is so embarrassing.” She noticed her skirt, caught up around her waist, hiding nothing. She pulled it down ensuring she was covered.
“Elizabeth that was so horny. What’s the problem? I thought that’s what you wanted, some sexy fun.”
“We’ll, yes it was, but I didn’t expect it to go that far. For us to… to do things .”
“That far?” I smiled, encouragingly I hoped, “On the journeys I usually take that hardly got to the end of the platform. Look, you, you and Chris, wanted me to show off, didn’t you? To give Chris a show?”
“Yes.”
“To give you a sexy thrill. Turn Chris on?”
“Yes.”
“So the embarrassment?”
“Our bit. What we did.”
“So the fact I came in front of you was okay but you, or at least Chris with your help coming in front of me wasn’t?”
“Yes. Well, no. Oh. What I mean is it wasn’t what we had expected.”
“Was me flashing the first time we had a drink expected?”
“No! Most definitely not!
“But presumably you enjoyed it as you came out with me again?”
“Well, yes.”
“So this was unexpected. You didn’t think you’d end up wanking Chris off in front of me. You thought I’d just get you both hot and you’d do it in the privacy of your bedroom?”
“Something like that.” She was looking sheepish. I think it was dawning on her that her imagined scenario was all rather one way. I’d do everything sexy and they’d enjoy the experience later. I wasn’t angry with her, god no it had been a horny experience and I had high hopes it would go further. I was trying to get her out of her embarrassed state that was all. Chris was very quiet so I turned to him.
“Are you feeling embarrassed?”
“I was. Not for doing what we did but for doing it in front of you. I was worried you’d think us perverted.” They really are a sweet innocent couple!
I laughed. “No fear of that Chris. That doesn’t get anywhere near my 100 most perverted moments memoir’s.” The comment made them both laugh which was good. Elizabeth said, “If that’s true it’s a relief. We’ve never ever done anything like that. Ever. I was never even relaxed kissing Chris when we were out with our friends when young. And this is a different league. But I suppose if you’re not embarrassed…”
She didn’t finish the sentence, just looked pleadingly at Chris for support.
He wasn’t much help. His concentration was elsewhere. I hadn’t bothered to cover up. I think he felt that given Elizabeth’s attitude it might not happen again and he had to store as many memories as possible. I hoped to god he was wrong. I’d had a view of Elizabeth’s pussy and his cock but that was it. Her tits were still firmly encased in her red bra. I’d not even kissed her sexually let alone had sex with her. I wasn’t frustrated, things had gone further than I expected, but I couldn’t let her go if she felt this way. There was too much risk her embarrassment would stop her from going further.
Her expression on seeing where Chris’s attention was concerned me. I found my jacket, slipped it on, and arranged my skirt.
“Elizabeth think about it. Look, you wear sexy undies to excite Chris, you do sexy things in the bedroom to satisfy him. What’s different about looking at a naked woman with him to excite him.”
“Nothing. It’s not that. I’ve said. It’s what we did in front of you.”
“But you were preparing to do something sexy in the bar tonight.”
“Yes, but that’s different.”
“Why?”
She hesitated. “Well, it’s not… not so personal.”
“Tell me. How far do you think you would have gone if the owner hadn’t intervened?”
“I honestly don’t know. You have a nasty habit of making me do things I have no intention of doing!” I was relieved to see a smile breaking out. “We’d talked about it. Chris said he didn’t mind how far I went — only showing! I thought I might give a quick flash of boob. Pull a bra cup aside, something like that.”
“And why would you have done it?”
“How do you mean?”
“What was the motivation? To help those businessmen have a jolly evening? To placate me? To excite me? To have a sexy story to titillate Chris with when you got back? Or to satisfy an urge to do something naughty?”
“Oh. I’ve not thought. I suppose…” Again she trailed off, sentence unfinished, thinking about my question. A question I’m not sure I could definitively answer myself. It would interesting to hear her response. She looked at Chris again. He’d managed to stop staring at me now the show was over and was cuddling his wife.
“I think it was a desire to do something naughty which would have the bonus of turning Chris on when I told him.”
“Exactly! So not something you’d want to talk about to family or down the hockey club?”
“God, no!”
“So, embarrassing if mentioned in the wrong company?”
“Yes.”
“So doesn’t tonight fit the same description? Doing something naughty that had the effect of turning Chris on but is embarrassing but only in the wrong company?”
More thinking time.
“I guess you’re right. I suppose I’m just a bit shocked. Because if I’m truthful with myself I did enjoy it!” She looked at her husband for support. “Oh yes me too.” They kissed. A long loving kiss. I stayed stock still not wanting to spoil the moment. Chris’s hand went back to his wife’s thigh but she broke the kiss, pulled back, a look of love, or perhaps lust in her eyes. “You’d do it wouldn’t you?”
“Do what?” Asked Chris.
She looked over at me then back at her husband, took a deep breath. “Go all the way in front of Tracy?” Oh wow! Yes yes Chris YES!
Now it was his turn to not answer immediately. I guess he was weighing up her reaction to his reply. I was certain I knew what it would be.
When the word came out it was whispered but the body language confirmed it, “Yes,”
Elizabeth kissed him again but didn’t give him time to envelop her in a hug. She pulled back and looked at me. “Would that embarrass you?”
“Not at all. It would be so horny.”
“Would you want to join in?”
I replied honestly, “Yes, but not totally. You know my limit with men. But I wouldn’t if you didn’t want me to. I know you have limits too. I’d let you call the shots.”
I could see images and thoughts going through her mind. Three bodies twisted together. All sorts of connotations. A woman touches her, she touches a woman, her husband’s hands on another woman. His cock. Where’s his cock? I held my breath. Eventually an answer. “I can’t. Not tonight. I think I want to, but I can’t.”
Chris kissed her tenderly. I suspected he was feeling as frustrated as I was but I totally understood where she was coming from.
They broke from the kiss. “We best go home. John will be wondering where we’ve got to.”
I didn’t argue. I felt certain I’d be in her knickers before long!