3 Popping the Cherry (1/2)

”Don't you dare cum until I tell you to!” Sarah said channelling the dominatrix in her.

”Oh my God! Oh, jeez. Oh, I mean... sure. Whatever you say.”

”Good girl. See you tomorrow. Bye now!”

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”Bye.”

As I hung up the phone, I felt like a nasty bitch for telling Alex she could not cum until I told her too. At the same time, I wondered if she would be able to keep her hands off her pussy for longer than ten minutes until 6pm Saturday. She sounded like she was about to cum right there on the phone. I knew if someone told me I could not cum for 24 hours, I would never make it. My pussy was already getting damp from thinking about what I was putting poor Alex through. I planned to make it up to her, though. I was going to make her cum until she begged me to stop.

After calling Alex I was on my way to the restaurant. Dinner was perfect. The food was delicious and the service was excellent. My waiter kept my glass so full that I lost track of how much I had had to drink and I had to run to the restroom to pee. On my way there I noticed that I was attracting a lot of looks but I was too desperate to get to the ladies' room to pay any attention.

When I finished, I checked myself over carefully in the mirror. Everything was where it should be. I pulled my pants up into my crack again to make sure that they covered my hair. Some of my girlfriends had told me that they hated thongs and g-strings because they could not stand the feeling of having something up their crack. I couldn't understand that because I loved the sensation of having something against my sensitive parts. I couldn't wear underwear with the clothes I had on, but having the seam of the pants riding up between my cheeks and my pussy lips was even better. I smoothed the pants out so they clung to me like a second skin.

The jacket was cut so that only the sides and front of my breasts were covered. The material was sheer enough to show the outline of the parts that it covered and in a good light, like the bright light over the mirror, you could make out the outline of my nipples. On impulse, I opened the jacket and pulled on my nipples until they swelled up. Then I closed the jacket again with my breasts hiked up even higher, so that my nipples were just covered but their outline was clearly visible through the jacket. Leaving the restroom, I walked slowly back to my table.

This time I looked around so I could appreciate the looks I was getting. I was surprised to see so many people stop eating to look. Some of them even pointed me out to their dinner companions. It seemed to me that I was attracting just as much attention from the women as the men. I had been afraid that my clothes would be too much for this fancy restaurant, but I saw many women who were showing just as much skin as I was. Some of the most admiring looks I got were from the women I would have considered competition.

Even girls who were envious of me would find me attractive. I was going to have to learn to relate to people completely differently. It was clear that I was going to attract attention. I could probably have walked through the restaurant wearing a burlap bag and still attracted attention. Wearing clothes that showed off my figure would attract more, but I refused to dishonour this wonderful gift by covering up the magnificent result.

I wondered if that made me egotistical. I didn't feel that way. I felt like the proud owner of a beautiful work of art. I wanted to show it off so everyone could enjoy it. I thought perhaps the other women who were looking at me so admiringly understood this. I smiled back at the next woman who looked at me admiringly and I nodded to her. She looked me right in the eyes and for a second I felt that we connected, that there was a sense of shared experience.

It seemed that I arrived back at the table way too soon. I wanted to make another trip around the room. I smiled at the impulse. Although I hadn't exactly been a wallflower, I had never been that much of an exhibitionist before; but I was certainly turning into one. As I sat back down, I remembered the construction workers in the truck watching me cum. Knowing that someone was watching me added a lot to the experience, as though I were sharing my pleasure with them.

Before, I had thought of sex as a personal, intimate thing. This may have been because the average number of people who had been involved in each of my sexual experiences was equal to one. As my sexual horizon broadened, I understood that my sex life would be far more varied; way more interesting; and probably a good bit more public than I had ever dreamed. As far as my appearance was concerned, I may as well have been carrying a big flashing sign saying 'LUST'.

I was excited to see how my roomies would react to this latest development. Anyway, I was planning a sexy surprise for them when they come back tomorrow. Rather, I would be a sexy surprise.

I did meet a woman in her late 20's or early 30's, at the restaurant. She had black hair down past her shoulders, light grey eyes, pale skin and a lovely, heart-shaped face.

”Hi,” I said, looking into her gray eyes. I was still trying to think what to say to her.

”Hi, yourself.” She grinned.

”I am Sarah.”

”Jan.”

”I am too horny for niceties. Your place or mine.” I was as honest as possible.

”My place is nearby”, Jan said