Middle Aged Man

After a bit, I walk back down off the stage, my bosom bouncing softly with each step, as my nakedness moved down the steps, my high heels once more announced my every step with a loud *click Clack*. I walked around from table to table, slowly making my way around the room once more, each time parading around. I had fun at each table, parading my naked body around for all to see, entertaining the seemingly ever-growing crowd with my exposed curves. I felt my arousal keenly as I danced, shook, and bounced my exposed body openly before them.

Just like before, people took it upon themselves to join in; often it was a grabbing, rubbing, or a slap on my behind, but other times it was more involved. I found myself always playing along, obliging them to the closeness, pressing themselves upon me, their hands upon my oh-so-exposed skin. Finally, once the winner was announced, the now-also-naked spokeswoman declared the winner; I did not recognize the name, but I did recognize the man; It was the gentleman who insisted on dancing with me before.

I found myself smiling his way and made a few silly, not to mention bouncy, dance moves as I made my way over his way, the crowd cheering and crying out, enjoying the scene. I felt his hands wrapping around my waist as my body melted against his, my naked body quite aware of every inch of contact I made upon him. I giggled softly, enjoying the attention, not to mention the smile he aimed back my way. He casually picked me up, singing me around the room as we laughed together. I found myself spinning around, held up casually in his arms, and suddenly stopped and put me down after several complete rotations around.

I found myself very much enjoying the attention, and I caught the crowd cheering, I looked around to see what, before turning back to face him and embracing the happiness I felt. I heard the organizer's words, and my attention returned to what was going on around me. I looked up at the stand and giggled softly once I saw her on stage, still naked before us, remembering the sneaky I had pulled. She was already speaking, and I only caught it part way, "... thanks again everyone for your donations, and I for one hope he enjoys the gift of spending time with the lovely, not to mention quite openly naked, lady. Drive safe and have a good night!"

I find myself giggling again, my gaze returning his way, our body's pressed together, as he wrapped his arm around me, his hand casually around my waist, not so subtly touching my ass. We turned together to face the door, my mind aware of how many people were watching, and I found myself, amusingly, swinging my ass from side to widely with each step. As were about to pass the podium, the naked presenter rushed to speak to us, "Thanks for your generous donation. Now, before you go, our lovely lady came in with some rather ... unique equipment. Would you want us to hand it out now, or hold onto it until she returns?"

We both laugh in unison as she holds it up; it's the bondage gear the fireman had found me in. I've had so much fun, I almost forgot about it ... but, evidently, they hadn't. I take the moment, while she holds it up for us to see, to decide what, if anything, would be appropriate to say, all the while wondering what he would prefer, and for that matter, say if I did not act quickly...