Why? No Rush!

Tiffany winks at me, smiling my way wildly, "What, in a hurry? I thought you'd love the attention, seeing how long you walked around today wearing little more than a smile! Relex, and enjoy them staring at your naked body." My cheeks burn a bit as she spoke, my pleasure rising in me ... notably from between my legs, as an orgasm rips through me.

I'm still quite naked and now surrounded by a crowd of onlookers. Just as I have come to grips with it, I feel a hand on my ass, grabbing me tightly. I hear myself let out a soft moan, and hear a male voice coo, "Sluts feels good as she looks!" Water drips from my shaved mound then, and someone starts lifting my arms to my sides, removing my chance to act. Not that I wanted to, but it made me all the more aware of my nudity before them.

That was the watershed moment as if all at once hands found my breasts, ass, legs, sides, ass cheeks, and shaved pussy. I gasped, the sound sharp and rasping, brought on by out of pleasure and surprise. I could feel the crowd tightly upon me now, as they groped, fondled, pinched, grabbed and slapped at my naked and exposed body. I moaned in pleasure, my cheeks taking on deeper shades, releveling my embarrassment at it all, as I felt more and more pleasure from it all. Tiffany smiled like a Chesire cat, snapping a photo of me being surrounded by the crowd.

It's hard to make out what they are saying, as they seem to be speaking all at once, calling me 'new slut', 'hot naked hoe', and comments on my skin. My arms pulled far to my sides, are also being grabbed at, leaving me naked and largely helpless before them. And yet, the thought of it all fills me with pleasure that I can't explain.