Sarah Decides - No Clothes

Despite everything in her being telling her to stay clothed, Sarah **** her mind to think logically. Sarah knew he wouldn’t want her to be caught without clothes on while doing anything dirty, right?After all, this was still a public setting.

Still thrusting against his hands, she **** her mouth to move and make a sound other than breathless moans.

“I’ll do it without clothes,” she breathed, glancing over her shoulder to see his lips start forming the words of the last number. She was so close to having him decide.

“Are you sure?” He asks, curling his fingers while they were so deep inside of her.

Sarah squeaks a, “yes,” as he continues to toy with her body.

He chuckles deeply in her ear, “oh, I was hoping you’d say that.” Then he pulled back, retreating from Sarah and letting his body fall back as his hands settled at his side. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Sarah frowned at his vague words. Still trying to get her head around what she agreed to and her unsatisfied arousal.

The groaned softly, from aggravation or arousal, she could tell, “do you need help? I certainly wouldn’t mind getting a free feel before you get started.

Realising what he meant, Sarah shook her head. She tried not to think about what she was going to do too much. The humiliation and the arousal were too much for her to ‘Bare’.

Sarah froze momentarily at her own thoughts. Knowing she was going to do, aroused her. A now familiar warmth filing her body, that started at her leaking pussy. Then, shaking her head, Sarah decided the faster the better.

She ducked her head low, so no one would see and pulled her top over her head. Keeping the bundle tightly in her hands. She could feel warmth spread over her entire body as a breeze tickled her skin, making her sensitive nipples hard.

Next, she raised herself off the mans lap slightly, her eyes barely glancing over the seat in front. But, she saw it. A man looking straight at her, a knowing smirk on his face with a matching gleam in his eyes.

Sarah didn’t have much of a chance to think it through before her skirt was yanked down, pulling her with it.

“You were taking too long,” he growled, “and it needs to be completely off.” Without too much difficultly, Sarah was able to pull the skirt to her ankles and it joined her top in her hands.

Satisfied, the man started to run his hands up and down her thighs. As if he was amazed to see them.

“Now, shall we begin?”