A Text From Emma

That fog of arousal was still there, but I was clear of mind enough to grab my phone and open my texts. Trying to read the text I got from Emma wasn't as easy as I thought, not with Austin in my peripherals sitting there naked, his cock at quarter mast.

Biting my lip, I forced myself to focus.

"Dare ya, streak down the street and back" Was the text, well, the first text. "Hey wats up?" Was the second "You OK?" Was the third.

"Srry, Im OK. Some1 came in tho" I reply quickly, then wait for a response.

"Oh shit, you good? They see you?"

"Yes Im good, caught me but theyre alright" I hit send, then start typing again "Kind of cool actually"

I turn and look at Austin, he's on his own phone, having fished it out of his pants. But he's looking more nervous now, might be the post-nut clarity kicking in.

"Hey um, Austin?" I ask, trying to maintain eye contact.

He looked to me in surprise "Hm? What's up? You good?"

"Yes, yeah I'm good I just uh...can I...maybe take a selfie with you and send it to my friend?" I try my hardest not to lay it on too thick, if he's going to say yes I want it to be because he's comfortable, not because I whined like a dog.

"Like this?" He asked, I nodded "Your friend is cool? They uh, the one who was with you before? With the stranger you mentioned?"

I nodded again "She's very cool, my best friend" I quickly add, not really thinking about the fact that we casually make out.

Austin thought for a moment, then shrugged "Sure! I mean, not like you're wearing anything either right?" He replied with a chuckle "Want me doing anything?"

Now it was my turn to think, then a devious idea popped into my head "Finger me"

"What?"

"Make me cum, with your fingers" I said with a reassuring smile "I mean, we'd be even"

He just looked at me then laughed "Okay Rachel. You're kind of crazy you know that?"

I didn't respond, I just pulled my thighs apart a little and as I felt his fingers on my pussy, I held up my phone as best I could and hit record. His fingers were a little clumsy, but he was doing a good enough job. What really elevated this though was the fact I was recording it at all.

A lasting memory, a record...proof of exhibitionism.

I moaned out, spreading my thighs open further for Austin, feeling him squeeze another finger into my tight pussy. Normally it'd take me longer, but my heightened arousal and not being stimulated until now meant that I already felt climax coming.

Austin felt me starting to cum too, cheeky bastard spread my pussy lips and gently massaged them moments before I finished. My orgasm hit me like a truck and I squirted all over the floor in front of me.

"F...fuck?" Was all I managed as the arm holding my phone got tired. Austin managed to reach over and end the recording, grabbing the phone before I dropped it.

"First public orgasm?" He asked after letting me catch my breath.

"No, uh...I've had a couple. Just not in a building like this" I reply, looking down at the splatter of fluid on the floor in front of me "...uhh"

"Don't worry about it just uh, you just relax a little" Austin patted my thigh and got up, probably to look for a mop. Meanwhile I sent that video over to Emma...with an NSFW tag, of course. Then I went to check on my clothes.

I didn't even get half way to the machine before I got a ping on my phone.

"Omg youre such a slut! I love you Rachel! Crazy!" I couldn't help but giggle at Emma's text "Is he still there???"

"Ye. Just went to grab something. But still here. Still naked" I reply and carry on walking around, checking my machine it says it's done...I can get dressed whenever I like now. Now whatever I do next will be done with that context.

"Dare you. Get his number omg, and you gotta bring him over, hes super cute looking!"

"Omg. But yes he is super cute" I hit send, then look over to where Austin went and smirk. Deciding to leave my clothes for the moment, I walk back over and round the corner to find him fumbling with a mop. And I cannot help but notice how good he looks from behind like that.

"Hey Austin" I say to get his attention, he's not surprised this time, but he does turn a little sharply, softening with recognition "Me and my friend want your number, is that okay?"

"Two girls want my number?" He asked in disbelief, well, less disbelief. I think he assumed I'd ask eventually after everything that happened. "I mean sure, go right ahead"

Exchanging numbers was easy, we even took a couple of selfies together for safe keeping. I had a good feeling about this, especially if Emma ended up liking him, we could be quite the threesome together.