Finally at the auto show

The large hall was already packed with visitors, shiny sports cars, and loud music when the three of them arrived. Lisa and Mia were wearing their elegant black bikinis, which perfectly accentuated their bodies. Anna was wearing the red bikini again—the same one that had become almost invisible on Jan’s camera.

They looked breathtaking. Anna was nervous, but also excited. Her pussy still felt hypersensitive under the thin red fabric. As they walked toward their booth, Anna hooked her arm through Lisa’s and whispered:

“The last three days have been… pretty crazy,” she confessed, her cheeks flushed. “I really did put lotion on every night, just like you said. And in the morning I used baby powder. I… I was so incredibly horny the whole time. Walking around without underwear drove me totally crazy. Even when my boyfriend was there… I had to push him away, even though I was about to burst myself.” Mia, who was walking next to them, grinned widely and giggled.

“Well, look at that. Our little innocent Anna has gotten really horny.”

Anna turned bright red and immediately defended herself: “Hey! That’s not funny… it was really hard. You have no idea how that feels.” Lisa smiled sympathetically and stroked Anna’s arm. “Don’t worry, sweetie. That’s totally normal. After two or three days, it usually starts to itch a little because the hair grows back very slightly. Especially when you were as smooth-shaven as you were.”

Anna paused. Until just a moment ago, she hadn’t felt a thing—but now that Lisa had mentioned it, she suddenly thought she felt a slight tingling. She discreetly pressed her thighs together and briefly ran a hand over her pubic area, as if smoothing out her bikini.

Mia had seized her chance before they changed. While Anna was getting changed, she had secretly sprinkled a tiny amount of itching powder into the crotch of Anna’s red bikini bottoms. After just a few minutes, the tingling grew stronger. Anna tried to ignore it at first, but it became more and more intense. She rubbed her thighs together, pressed her pussy discreetly against the edge of a car as she posed, and kept “accidentally” scratching over it with her fingers. She really thought no one would notice. But it was more than obvious.

At the first two cars, Anna posed with the salesmen. She smiled sweetly, stuck out her chest, placed a hand on the hood—but at the same time, she kept pressing her hips against the cool metal, rubbing her itchy pussy against it, and briefly sliding a hand between her legs to scratch.

Mia stood a little off to the side and handed out red glasses to selected spectators—especially to men who seemed particularly interested. She sold each pair for €50.

“Here, try these on. You’ll see the cars even better with these,” she said with a sweet smile.

The men put on the glasses and immediately stared at Anna with their mouths agape. Through the special filters, they saw exactly what Jan’s camera was seeing: Anna completely naked, the red bikini invisible, posing with her legs spread against the cars, rubbing her smooth pussy, and scratching herself desperately.

Suddenly, more and more men were wearing these glasses. More and more cell phones were being discreetly pulled out.

Anna didn’t notice any of this. She was far too busy fighting the increasingly intense itching between her legs—and in the process, she was getting hornier and more ****. Lisa whispered to Mia, “She’s really getting worked up.”

Mia just grinned. “And that’s just the beginning.”

Lisa came over to Anna with a concerned smile; Anna was once again discreetly rubbing her thighs together.

“Well, sweetie… do you need a little break? You look like you’re a bit restless.”

Anna blushed and nodded quickly. She pulled Lisa aside and whispered desperately:

“I… I don’t know what’s going on. It’s suddenly itching like crazy down there. Just like you said. It’s getting worse and worse…”

Lisa stroked her back reassuringly.

“Oh dear… come with me. There’s a changing room outside behind the hall. We can fix this quickly there. I’ll just give you a quick shave, and the itching will stop right away.”

Anna didn’t hesitate for a second. The itching had become almost unbearable by now, and she just wanted relief. “Yes… please. I can hardly stand it anymore.”

Mia, who had heard everything, called out loudly to the crowd:

“Short break, everyone! We’ll continue in ten minutes. But there’s going to be a little extra show outside in the outdoor area—don’t go anywhere!”

She winked conspiratorially at the men. Inside the container, it was cramped, bright, and warm. Lisa locked the door behind them and turned the key.

Lisa locked the door and turned to Anna with a sweet smile.

“Take off those red panties and sit down with your legs spread wide, sweetie. Spread your legs as wide as you can.”

Anna obeyed immediately. She pulled down her panties and sat down on the chair, spreading her thighs as far as they would go and presenting her smooth, already slightly reddened pussy.

Lisa knelt in front of her and sprayed shaving cream onto her hand.

“Well then, let’s take a close look at your hot little pleasure cave…”

She pulled Anna’s outer labia wide apart with two fingers and shaved every fold very slowly and thoroughly. The blade glided over Anna’s sensitive vulva, moved between her inner labia, and circled her swollen clit. Anna moaned softly and trembled.

“Please… go slow… this feels so intense…”

Lisa just grinned and lifted Anna’s legs even higher until her ass was completely exposed.

“And now your little asshole. Don’t move.”

She spread Anna’s plump butt cheeks wide apart and carefully shaved the tight, rosy ring. The blade glided over every delicate crease while Anna whimpered softly and her wet pussy twitched with arousal.

Once everything was baby-smooth again, Lisa took a generous dollop of cream and began to really lather Anna up.

She massaged the thick cream deep into Anna’s pussy first. With two fingers, she pulled the labia wide apart and rubbed the cream into every crevice of her pleasure cave. She circled the hard clit again and again, pressing it, kneading it, and finally pushing two creamy fingers deep into Anna’s dripping pussy. “Tell me, you and your boyfriend—how do you actually protect yourselves?”

“Ohhh fuck… Lisa…,” Anna gasped, throwing her head back. Her hips twitched uncontrollably. The question surprised her; she was briefly distracted. “…just with a condom. He always has to pull out beforehand, too. Better safe than sorry.”

Lisa slowly finger-fucked her while her thumb continued to massage her clit. Then she pulled her fingers out and turned her attention to Anna’s asshole. She spread plenty of lube around the tight ring, pushed a finger deep inside, and began to thoroughly fuck the tight asshole—in and out, twisting it over and over.

Anna’s pussy was now really dripping. Thick drops of her arousal ran down the chair. She was just millimeters away from orgasm, her legs trembling violently, her pleasure cave contracting spasmodically.

“Please… I’m going to come… I can’t take it anymore…,” Anna begged with a trembling voice.

Lisa slowly pulled her finger out of Anna’s asshole, gave the glistening pussy a light slap, and smiled innocently.

“Done. Now you’re nice and smooth and lubricated again. The show is waiting outside.”

Anna sat there breathing heavily, legs spread wide, her bare, creamy pussy glistening and pulsing, on the verge of exploding—but without release.

She was really horny now. Desperately horny.

Back at the trade show

When Anna came out of the container with Lisa, her pussy immediately felt much better—smooth, freshly shaved, and nicely moisturized. The terrible itching was gone. Instead, something else had returned much more intensely: pure, hot horniness.

Her pleasure cave was literally throbbing. Her clit was rock-hard and pressing against the thin red bikini fabric. Her inner labia were swollen and glistening with wetness. Anna was so extremely aroused that her mind was foggy. All shame, all restraint—gone. She had completely forgotten that she was actually shy.

She walked straight back to the cars and smiled broadly—and somewhat glassy-eyed—at the waiting men.

“Alright, let’s keep going!” she called out cheerfully.

And then she posed.

Really sexy.

At the first car, she stood with her legs spread wide, one foot on the bumper, the other leg stretched out. Her thighs were wide open, her hips pushed slightly forward. The red bikini bottom sat low and stretched tightly over her swollen pussy. You could clearly make out the contours of her thick labia.

At the second car, she turned sideways, stuck her butt out, and arched her back. Then she spread her legs even wider and bent her knees slightly—a classic “fuck-me pose.” As she did so, she rubbed her wet pussy openly against the cool paint of the car.

The men with the special glasses stared with their mouths agape. Through the filters, they saw Anna completely naked—her smooth, dripping pussy wide open, her hard clit swollen, her tight ass cheeks spread.

Anna was becoming more and more uninhibited.

At the next car, she sat down on the hood, leaned back, and spread her legs extremely wide. She even briefly pulled her knees outward with both hands, as if she wanted to present her pleasure cave to the spectators. The thin fabric of her bikini bottoms was now dark with wetness. A small wet spot was clearly visible.

“Do you like the car?” she asked in a sweet, slightly breathless voice, swaying her hips slowly back and forth so that her wet pussy rubbed against the hood.

Mia and Lisa stood a little way off, grinning contentedly.

Lisa whispered to Mia:

“Look at her… that little slut has completely forgotten that she’s actually shy. She’s showing off her hot pussy right now like a cheap porn star.”

Mia laughed:

“And she doesn’t even realize how wet she is. She’s about to drip onto the hood.”

Anna kept posing—more and more openly, more and more horny. She turned around, stuck her ass out, squatted slightly, and wiggled her hips so that her butt cheeks spread apart and her tight asshole could be glimpsed beneath the thin fabric.

She was completely lost in her own horny world—and the crowd was getting bigger and bigger.

Mia had made a killing in the last hour and a half. The special 3D glasses were flying off the shelves.

She sold the first 200 pairs for €50 each, the last 50 even for €100 each—because demand was so huge.

€15,000 in less than two hours. Mia grinned widely as she stashed the money into a small bag.

Lisa saw the opportunity for the next big move.

She walked over to Anna, who was once again posing with her legs spread wide on a car hood, swaying her hips and rubbing her wet pussy against the paint.

“Come on, sweetie,” Lisa said loudly, pulling Anna toward her. “Now let’s strike some really sexy poses together.”

The two of them posed in front of a deep red Ferrari. Lisa stood behind Anna, pressed her body tightly against hers, and reached around from behind to grab Anna’s tits with both hands. Anna moaned softly and pushed her ass back against Lisa’s pelvis. Then she turned around, spread her legs wide, and let Lisa “guide” her – Lisa reached between Anna’s legs, as if to correct her pose, and openly stroked Anna’s wet pussy.

To the regular camera, it still looked somewhat harmless.

Through the special glasses, it looked as if a completely naked Anna, with her legs spread and her dripping wet pussy, was being fucked by a woman in a black bikini.

The crowd was getting bigger and louder.

Then came the big moment.

Lisa pointed to a race car. “Anna, jump through the window! People want to see you in the car!”

Anna, still completely dazed with lust, laughed and nodded. She hopped with gusto into the deep sports seat.

Anna dove headfirst through the open window of the bright red racing car with a playful laugh, exactly as the photographer had asked. For one brief, glorious second she felt light and adventurous — until she felt Lisa’s fingers suddenly clamp down on the back waistband of her tiny red bikini bottoms.

The thin fabric stretched tight, dug sharply between her ass cheeks, and then — with a swift, deliberate tug — slipped completely free.

As Anna tumbled halfway into the car, the bikini bottoms were yanked clean off her body. The entire lower piece now dangled like a bright red flag between her spread thighs, hooked on the outside of the car window. Her hips remained stuck on the edge, knees slightly bent, legs splayed wide apart. Her completely naked ass and smooth, dripping pussy were perfectly exposed to the entire hall.

Anna froze.

“Lisa!!!”

Her voice came out in a high-pitched, panicked squeal. “My bikini! It’s hanging outside! Everyone can see my pussy!! Oh God…”

She didn’t know what to do. Should she slide all the way inside? Or try to scramble back out? Her legs kicked helplessly in the air, spreading even wider. Her wet, glistening slit parted slightly with the movement, swollen lips shining under the bright exhibition lights.

Lisa leaned in from the passenger side, pretending to look concerned.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?”

Then she pulled back, walked slowly around the car, and called out in a loud, reassuring voice for everyone to hear:

“It’s no big deal, Anna! Just stay like that! Nobody can see anything! Your bottoms just slipped a little!”

In reality, everyone could see everything.

Through the special wavelength-filter glasses that had been handed out to VIP guests and photographers, hundreds of men were staring at a completely naked Anna. She was half-hanging out of the expensive sports car, legs spread obscenely wide, her smooth, dripping pussy and tight little asshole on full display. Many were filming openly. Others grinned and elbowed each other, whispering excitedly.

Anna’s face burned crimson. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest. She gripped the door frame with both hands, completely unsure whether to slide deeper into the car or try to climb back out. Her legs stayed helplessly splayed outside, her soaked pussy pulsing visibly in the open air.

“Lisa… please… get me out of here… or tell me what to do…” she whimpered, voice trembling.

Her hips gave a tiny, involuntary circle, as if her body was betraying her. A fresh drop of arousal slowly ran down her inner thigh.

Lisa smiled sweetly and placed one warm hand on Anna’s bare thigh, stroking it gently as if to comfort her.

Lisa just smiled sweetly and placed a hand on Anna’s bare thigh.

“Come on, sweetie, I’ll get you out of there. Just relax.”

Anna nodded frantically and tried to crawl backward out of the deep seat. In doing so, she unintentionally spread her legs even wider, lifted her butt slightly, and arched her back. Her bare ass was completely exposed. Her smooth, dripping pussy and her tight, little asshole were now spread wide open and visible to the entire crowd—no longer a secret.

Lisa seized the moment. While pretending to help Anna, she reached for the red bikini bottom that was still hanging on the outside of the car and deliberately pulled it tight between Anna’s legs.

The thin fabric pressed hard against Anna’s wet labia, parting her swollen pleasure cave and cutting uncomfortably deep between her inner lips. The knot of the panties pressed directly against her hard clit.

“Ahh…!” Anna gasped loudly as the fabric cut brutally into her sensitive pussy.

She kept crawling backward, **** just to get out of this embarrassing situation. As she did, the tightly stretched panties kept rubbing against her clit and digging even deeper between her labia.

But the further she crawled backward, the tighter the panties pulled.