A Bravo Fingerfucking for her Audience

Where there were peepholes, there were almost certainly people peeping, especially when a group as appealing as the Bravos had just walked into the dressing rooms. As a natural performer, how could Emmaline turn down the chance for a show like this? A hidden audience was nearly as thrilling as performing for a crowd--maybe even moreso!

She took a moment to consider herself in the mirror, subtly shifting her posture as she did so until one shapely leg stretched out behind her, arching her hips and pressing her chest forward just so. It was subtle--a dancer’s pose, hard to tell that she was actually doing anything, save for her raised heel, but she had seen the way it drew the eyes of men and women alike to her hips and thighs, almost like a magnet, even in broad daylight. And when she was standing here naked, poised like she was ready to pounce or be pounced...?

Emmaline smirked ever so slightly as she brought her bikini up in front of her, holding each piece in front of her body as though considering the fit. Though, honestly, to call the thing a bikini was a bit misleading. It was a micro bikini. She had had to get it custom made for a reason, and it wasn’t because of all the fancy embroidery. Rather, no shop she had encountered kept anything quite slutty enough in stock.

The barely there thing was black and gold--black for the slender strings as wide as her finger and gold for the pieces of fabric, barely thicker than the strings that held them together. It was the sort of thing that wouldn’t have looked out of place at a brothel. Or on the floor of a brothel, at least.

For a few long moments, Emmaline stood there, posing with the bikini dangling just in front of her body.

The garment lingered in place over her tits and cunt, but she was careful never to leave it stuck in one place for too long. No, as she held it there, Emmaline constantly shifted bit by bit, letting her stiff nipples brush against the fabric and poke out from behind it’s cover only to flicker behind again when she ‘noticed’ and adjusted the top back in place.

Her pussy too wandered in and out of sight, tantalizing glimpses for her unseen admirer. Or admirers, perhaps? Emmaline’s smile only twisted higher at the thought.

Of course, the slutty joke of a bikini was only in front of her body, not actually on it, so as she posed and turned and posed again, there was absolutely nothing covering the young woman’s backside. Her bubbly butt, slender back, and perfect, wide, childbearing hips were all on full display, only *sometimes* hidden from the peepholes gaze by the angling of her body.

It wasn’t long before Emmaline could feel the rush of heat racing up through her body. It seemed to flower from her cunt, then--in an instant--the needy warmth raced up through her core and surged out into every part of her body until her very fingertips ached with need.

And Emmaline was a girl who was all about satisfying needs.

She fell back onto the bench, dropping her bikini in an instant and letting her legs splay open wide so that her glistening sex was utterly exposed to that watchful hole in the wall. Though she was sure to keep her body turned just enough that it was plausible that she didn’t know it was there. No need to ruin the fun, after all.

By the time Emmaline’s fingers brushed against the flushed petals of her bare flower, she was already damp with sweet scented arousal. The perfectly smooth tips of her red painted nails glided along her folds as though she was painting with long, elegant strokes. She split her flower, pressing down either of the petals and arching her hips upward so that her bare quim was pressed toward the peephole in the far wall. So that anyone who happened to be spying on the gorgeous Gallian noblewoman could see right into the depths of her cunt.

So they could see inside her.

Emmaline suppressed a shudder, biting her plump lower lip at the thought.

Slowly, she began to stroke her fingers up and down, allowing the lubricant of her arousal to glide them along in soft, gentle teases. It was like stoking a flickering flame: gentle, gradual. She edged that heat in her core steadily higher and higher, until before she knew it Emmaline had begun to roll her hips in the air, thrusting back in gradual, needy movements against her own hand.

Out of the corner of her distracted mind, Emmaline heard a soft grunt of muffled masculine pleasure from beyond the wall. Her smile twitched into a smirk. Time for the real show.

Emmaline brought her thick thighs together, covering her cunt for only a moment before she rolled her hips back and split her legs back like a blooming flower. Wider and wider, she let them fall, abusing her flexibility until her splayed out legs were a perfectly flat line. Her feet pointed out in either direction pulling the gaze down her silky smooth thighs right to her eager, needy core.

By now, Emmaline couldn’t help but give way to a haughty smolder as she imagined just utter shock and astonishment on the face of her perverted admirer and his total captivation by her gorgeous form.

Her hands descended, both at once, and she began to toy with herself. Her fingers moved on instinct, teasing and tweaking, stroking and fingering in whatever way seemed pleasurable in the moment. Soon a finger had slipped inside, then another and the buxom slut was frigging away at her sex, faster and faster with each passing moment.

She could hear his breathing now, hot, fevered breaths that were soon joined by Emmaline’s own unabashed moans. Lewd, wanton noises joined together--the wet slicking of her sex mixed with shuddering gasps that rocked her chest, her legs shaking as shudders and twinges of promised bliss wracked her form.

It’s not that Emmaline didn’t know or care that pretty much anyone who happened to be passing down the hall could hear her and would know exactly what she was doing. Rather, the certainty that everyone around could hear her whorish gasping, her slutty moaning and wanton wails of bliss only sent her higher and higher.`

Soon her legs were quivering, her entire body trembling as that fiery ache tipped closer and closer to climax. Her pretty blue eyes opened wide, and her lips froze in a half open gasp as it suddenly surged and crashed over her.

The **** of it was almost as if she had been struck. Sudden cascades of bliss raced over her every nerve, momentarily frying her every sense other than unabashed pleasure. The world spun in a mess of giddy whiteness, and Emmaline’s legs rushed together, three fingers still buried in her quim, trapped between. Her back arched, heavy breasts rolling back on her chest, and the back of her head pressed down against the slatted bench beneath her as she came and came, writhing in ecstasy.

And then, slowly, it passed.

The brunette lay there, heavy chest rising and falling in slow, panting breaths. A lust drunk smile plastered itself on her face, and all throughout her body all she could feel was relaxation.

This was going to be a very fun trip.