Sexcapade — Strutting the Street

Posted by Saucy Sexy on August 22nd, 2005 filed in Erotic Tales |

As I slipped the silky robe off my shoulders, it slithered sensuously against my skin and settled around my feet. The feel of the full moon’s beams against my naked skin was stimulating and hastened the beating of my already racing heart.

When I stepped off the pavement, I wobbled a bit in my 3 inch heeled boots as the adrenaline made my limbs tremble in anticipation; but, as I walked towards the middle of the street, the daring of my own undertaking lengthened my spine and caused the sway of my hips to become more prominent. I tossed my head and swung the arm holding on to a chiffon scarf.

As I saw the first set of headlights coming towards me, I thought my heart was going to leap into my throat. Instinctively, I pulled the scarf over my naked body, but, as soon as I realized what I was doing, I defiantly stopped my own arm movement, and made sure the headlights caught my nude form.

I saw the car slow down a little bit, and felt the heated stares of its occupants, but it didn’t stop. As it disappeared down the road, I felt a slight disappointment that nothing more happened.

Since it was 2am, not a lot of vehicles were passing by. I used the time pretending I was a ramp model and sauntered the whole length of the street, stopping intermittently to pose to go into the different stances I’ve seen on Fashion TV channel; but, as soon as I saw lights preparing to turn into the street, I turned and strode confidently to meet it.

I pinched my nipples to make sure they were at their alluring best, and then put my hands on my waist to make sure the vehicle’s occupants could see me in my full glory.

I saw that it was a truck, and as the driver pulled it over to the roadside and turned off the engine, I watched with bated breath as both doors opened to reveal two strapping men stepping down.

Without a word, I went to that side of the truck away from the street, and planted my palms on the heated metal, my ass lifted invitingly and my legs spread for any kind of action they wanted. To make my desire even plainer, I stayed in my bent over position and transferred my hands to my backside’s cheeks, prying them apart to display my rear opening.

Almost immediately, I had to brace myself against the truck’s side as a rod rammed into my anal canal. I panted as the hard pole fucked me relentlessly, shaking me with the force of its thrusts. And then a hand roughly caught my hair and pulled my head up. The combination of the thrusts and tugging on my hair somehow made it even more thrilling.

Then I felt empty as he withdrew his man meat, but my whimper of complaint turned into a moan of fulfillment as an even bigger bat whacked into me. I cried out as this new invader pummeled my depths. After a while, he too slipped out and I felt the first stick sliding back in.

The two men began to fuck me alternately, making sure I was never unfilled for long. Soon, I felt jets of spunk shooting into my hole; then, he was shoved forcibly aside and another set of cum splattered my anal walls. After appreciative squeezes of my ass, I felt the men move away. Almost too soon, my mystery lovers left.

I put my robe back on and held my scarf loosely; and, as I walked slowly back to my place, I wondered when I would dare to do this again.

Note: This sexcapade’s classification is, “Inspired by actual events and taken to imaginative heights.”

Going home in the wee hours of the morning of August 19, 2005, I caught sight of a pedestrian crossing the two-lane street languidly. As I got nearer, I realized that it was a male person, who happened to be nude except for a pair of high-heeled ankle boots and holding on to a trailing scarf. With one hand on his hip and sashaying in the middle of the street, he acted as if he were in a fashion show.

A professional? I doubt it. A professional knows the value of being coy and the importance of one’s health; consequently, I don’t think he will endanger his health deliberately by exposing himself to the elements.

A mental institute candidate? Not really. He made sure to stay in the middle of the street so I can’t hit him accidentally, but made sure I can see him. Those actions make him a rational thinking straight kind of guy on some level.

Just plain horny? Well, he wasn’t erect yet but if somebody was interested, he probably could be. Affected by the full moon shining that night? Possibly. Brave? Maybe. Reckless? Most certainly.

I’m debating whether to give the location of this incident. On one hand, the information would be useful for those who want to avoid that particular popular shortcut or for those who are struck by mundane curiosity.

I will not deny that he is breaking the law with his public exposure. However, I’m a bit apprehensive on the unlikely unpleasant possibility of somebody doing some act that may result in a physical or emotional tragedy. So, I hope you don’t mind but I won’t disclose the exact location except to say that it’s in Quezon City.

And if you’re wondering whether the story featured a male or a female, well, I deliberately wrote it in such a way that the reader could be the one to decide the gender of the main character.

Sexcapade — Strutting the Street

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