She Can't Help Herself

A slight creaking sound broke through Skyler's enforced calm. Whimpering sounds briefly filled her covered patio as she stepped out into the dusk, closing the door behind her.

Her breath caught while she slowly sauntered to the reclining chair in the middle of the patio. The white overhang was her only solace. She desperately hoped that her neighbors were at just the right angle to-

NO! She definitely did not want to be seen!

The chair was usually her go to for a relaxing read. This time, her body had other plans. She watched, helpless, as she set the maid outfit on the table that she and Charlie kept outside. A blush spread up her body when she bent over at the waist to adjust the seat into a position that would allow her to sit back at about a forty-five degree angle.

It almost felt like someone was staring at her full, naked ass, on display for anyone behind her to see. She shivered.

Her body stood up, and she walked to the chair, swaying her hips. She lowered herself into it gently, thrusting out her bare and jiggling chest as she did.

The mesh pushed into the bare skin of her back, ass, and thighs. For a moment she sat in silence, wondering if anyone really was at their window and watching.

Her hands dove into her pussy without warning. She bucked her hips and grunted in surprise. One finger dove in to her lubricated snatch and started to skillfully pleasure her. Another finger rose up and started to massage her clit in circles.

She hoped someone saw, but she hoped no one could see.

Her tits bounced wildly, her thick nipples jutting out in the open air. The hand she wasn't using slid down her thigh, squeezed, and then moved up towards her chest. It gripped her right tit and began to knead it in the way she had learned she liked the best over the years. Each squeeze, each gentle caress felt at least ten times as good as it ever had before.

Biting her lip to stifle the noise, Skyler moaned desperately and started to move her hands and fingers faster, more urgently. Her breathing quickened. Pleasure shot in arcs and waves through her nether regions to her stomach, and her chest only added to the sensation.

She was naked, in her backyard. God, she was naked. Exposed.

Her fingers moved faster and faster. She felt herself approaching the edge of orgasm, and arched her back, digging her fingers into her large boob and squeezing as hard as she could. Her blush deepened, pleasure and embarrassment dancing together, increasing each other.

If people could see her arched back, hear her mumbled cries and breathy moans, Skyler didn't really mind anymore. It was hard to with her mind this jumbled by the pure pleasure of the experience.

Her hips thrust into her hand, needy. Sweat dripped down her face and chest, coated her thighs. Or maybe it just mingled with the other liquid that was already down there.

She passed the edge, and shut her eyes. She let out a guttural moan and plunged three fingers into her aching pussy, then arched them. Her other hand shook her tit, shaking it and jiggling the sensitive flesh that sat next to it. She pushed herself up, only connected to the chair by a bit of her ass and the top of her arching shoulders.

The expected release didn't come. She didn't cum. Her eyes snapped open. She tried to pull her fingers from her pussy, but they would only curl inside her and push ever deeper. Her thumb and pinky didn't connect with her skin and push her fingers out like she attempted, but instead pinched her clit and started to twist on it.

Naked. Her neighbors could see if they looked. Could she get out of this with an orgasm?

Her body shook, **** for release. She redoubled her efforts, feeling pleasure spike deep within her. Her thighs spasmed, and the pain she felt from her hand gripping her boob and roughly kneading it boosted her arousal.

FUCK, she needed to cum. Goddamn it Master!

"M-master, let me cum!"

She blinked, her body briefly tensing in fear. Had her neighbors heard that outburst? Skyler figured that if they had they had probably already seen everything anyway.

God, why did that thought make her even hornier?

Her fingers slowed, though she didn't find release. She needed to cum, and she wanted it. So badly. The hand that gripped her tit relaxed, then fell to her side. Soon enough, both of her arms hung limply beside her, her hands just barely grazing the concrete.

She settled back into the chair, still turned on. Her pussy was a hot mess, and she still felt periodic pleasure radiate from her nether regions or her chest. Every time she thought about the possibility of someone seeing her in this condition, the pleasurable throbbing only got more intense.

After several minutes of deep breathing and internal curses directed at Master, Skyler managed to calm down. She still desperately wanted to finger herself to orgasm, but it was seeming less and less likely like that would be on the table. Her whole body felt sensitive, calm yet aching with need.

She ran a hand through the hair that was plastered to her forehead. Shit. Her head and hair were definitely wet now, and not with sweat.

On shaking legs, Skyler stood up. She expected to get her outfit and head back inside to play another of Master's fiendish games, but she walked past the table.

Wait, what the hell was she doing? Oh shit, oh Master please don't do that.

Skyler's eyes widened. Her thighs and ass bounced with each sultry step. The backyard was in front of her. Not the patio, but the backyard. The small area filled with grass that they never used, uncovered and in plain view.

Desperately, Skyler tried to turn around. A heat grew again within her, even as her panic spiked. The temperature cooled down considerably when she stepped into the open air.

Oh fuck. She stepped out into the open air.

Skyler didn't want to look at her neighbor's houses. She kept her eyes fixed straight ahead. After brushing her hair out of her eyes, she felt herself adopt a smile and started to strut in a circle around the yard.

It was like a stack of bricks had been inserted into her chest. Her stomach roiled, yet her pussy and face warmed up to the idea quickly enough. She tried to speed up, to get this over with as soon as she could, but she couldn't do anything besides walk at a slow, leisurely pace.

Her hips sashayed with each step, sending her thick thighs, ass, tits, and slight stomach into a jiggling frenzy. Everyone could see her, if they only looked.

Skyler's face was as warm as it would be on a summer day, but it was a fall evening. Finally, she rounded the final corner and was about to head back into the relative safety of the patio overhang. Not that it would help any if someone had seen her and wanted to keep looking. They could probably find a good enough angle, unless Master was finally going to let her go inside.

Just before she stepped back into a more comfortable spot, she felt herself stop. Oh no.

She bent at the waist and touched her toes, then wiggled her naked butt. With all her might Skyler tried to stop, to run back into the house, but she couldn't do it. The word was on the tip of her tongue for the briefest of moments, but she pushed on, growing more and more aroused.

Maybe this is how Master would let her cum?

Suddenly, Skyler stood and twirled to face the empty yard. She put her hands on her hips, then cocked her hips suggestively and surveyed the empty land. After a moment, she lifted one hand and started to jiggle a boob. With her tits, it wasn't quite enough stimulation to do all that much, but she knew that it was enough to put on a show for anyone watching.

Her nipples stayed hard, and she felt a burst of arousal. She bit her lip, then found herself standing up straight. Her hands fell to her sides, rigid. After a second, her eyes widened as she started to jump while splaying her arms and legs.

Fuck. Seriously, Master?

Her breathing quickened, her anxiety grew, and her arousal deepened. The way her tits bounced with each jumping jack, the feeling of her ass moving up and down, the fact that any one of her neighbors could be getting an eyeful at any given moment-

It was horrible. So horrifyingly... good.

Skyler moaned, her body slick with sweat and arousal and need. She shivered in the nighttime air as she slowly stopped jumping, and tried to rub at her labia. Just before it touched, her hand froze, and she growled. Of fucking course.

Finally, FINALLY she turned and walked back to the table under the patio's protection. She swept her maid outfit up in her arms and unfolded it while she strode back to her door with a purpose.

Her naked butt swayed in view for only a few more seconds, and her protruding boobs were visible from the back as she slightly turned and shifted while walking. Finally, she opened her door and stumbled in, hot, nervous, and excited.

She couldn't wait to see what dreadful thing Master would make her do next.