As soon as Zoey’s meeting with David ended, she headed to the mall for a new outfit. She had plenty of short skirts & small tops in her apartment, but none of them were revealing enough. She wanted an outfit that was provocative. She wanted to look the part. Most importantly, she didn’t want to be recognized as ‘Zoey the powerful business woman.’
She wore sunglasses to cover her face while she browsed for skirts designed for women half her age. In the dressing room she tried on a wide array of different outfits. Each outfit was smaller and more revealing than the next.
After she found the right outfit, Zoey left the department store with a large bag in hand. Once she returned to her apartment, she immediately undressed and marveled at her new appearance in the mirror. The professional woman suddenly looked like a high-class hooker. It shocked and scared her. It was degrading. But it also excited her.
***
Saturday night. The downtown area was vibrant. Young women were out wearing skimpy outfits. Older adult couples also took advantage of the nice weather and went on romantic dates.
Zoey got out of the cab and her heels made loud noises on the pavement. Her black skirt was so short that her panties were almost showing when she stepped out of the cab. Her small top left little to the imagination. Her hair was on the messy side. Her beautiful face was covered in make-up. She looked sexy like a thousand-dollar-escort.
Heads turned when Zoey walked down the street. Men lewdly eyed her body. Women gawked at how tasteless she looked. There was background chatter whenever she walked by. It was a humiliating experience. She held her head down, praying that no one would recognize her. The heavy make-up and slutty attire provided her with enough cover, she hoped.
She waited at the location where David had told her to wait. It was on a street corner in a semi-busy location. There were stares from other people, thinking she was a street hooker. Some of the women looked at her with disgust. Some of the men looked at her with a smile.
A few men discreetly offered her a small sum of money for sexual favors, but she politely declined. The offers were insultingly low.
When it was 9 pm sharp, the agreed upon time, Zoey was approached by a tall tan skinned man wearing a cheap suit. He had ‘sleaze’ written all over him. There was a cocky smirk on his face and he walked with stride. The closer he came to her, the more his eyes rudely roamed her scantily clad body.
“Hey there,” he grinned widely. “You must be Zoey.”
She rolled her eyes. ‘Oh god,’ she thought to herself. ‘Please not him. Anyone but him!’
“So you’re David’s friend,” Zoey replied.
He nodded and continued grinning. “Yes I am. Call me Dave. You’re my date tonight.”
“Seems like it.”
“You’re prettier than I expected. David is always sending beautiful women my way, but nothing like you. You’re a real hot piece of ass.”
“Let’s just get this over with,” she replied, annoyed.
“What’s the rush lady?”
“Maybe I don’t like standing around a busy street corner with half my body on display.”
“I thought that’s why we’re here?” he asked sarcastically. “You’re Zoey the exhibitionist right? I heard all about your office flashing. That was a really hot story. Are you a boss or something?”
The look of frustration was all over her face. “Just get this over with. I don’t want to stand here all night.”
“Fine. How much do you charge?” he asked loudly with a smirk.
Zoey’s eyes shifted around. “Can you keep your voice down?”
“No one is listening to Zoey. It’s just us. So, how much do you charge?”
She sighed. “$100 for a blowjob. $200 for sex.”
“Those are some steep prices, lady,” he laughed. “What makes you think you’re worth all that? There are plenty of other cheap whores around this city who are way hotter than you.”
“Take it or leave it.”
“Do you accept credit cards?” he asked with a smug grin.
She shook her head. “I knew this was a bad idea.”
When Zoey turned around and tried to walk away, Dave softly grabbed her by the shoulder to stop her from leaving.
“Wait,” he said. “Let’s start over. Give me another chance lady. You’ve got a fantasy, I can make it happen. I’ll make you feel real good. You’ll see. I know a nearby place.”
She thought for a moment. “Don’t be an asshole, okay?”
“Fine,” he grinned. “Whatever you want, lady.”
***
Zoey’s hands gripped the bars tightly. They were on the rooftop of a small apartment building, overlooking the streets. Zoey was bent over, with her skirt up, and her panties were down around her ankles. Dave was behind her, pounding away.
She moaned while holding onto the bars of the rooftop ledge. Her moans became louder while she was being ravished from behind. Her eyes looked below at the downtown street. The apartment building was only a few stories high, so she had a good look at the people below. Everyone was oblivious to the fact that she was having lewd public sex.
Her eyes looked up to the surrounding high rise buildings. Her eyes shifted around. Anyone above could have been watching. She closed her eyes and imagined strange men watching from their apartments while stroking themselves. She imagined what a slut she must have looked like to them.
The grip she had on the bars tightened as Dave continued pounding. Her cries became louder, but Dave didn’t care. Zoey bit down and clenched her teeth to avoid making lewd noises which could have caused people to look. Being watched was one thing, but being caught and having the police show up was something else.
Her eyes continued watching her surroundings to make sure no one was watching. She hadn’t been caught, she assumed. No one on the street was watching, and she couldn’t find anyone watching from a nearby apartment building. She enjoyed her sexual bliss.
She heard Dave begin to grunt loudly. Each thrust became harder, more forceful. Then he stopped. She felt him pull out of her body and she saw him limp to the side. Zoey pulled her panties back up and fixed her dress, while Dave pulled his pants up.
“God damn,” he groaned, while buckling his pants. “You’re the fuck of the century.”
Zoey sat down on the ground to catch her breath.
“Thank you. You weren’t so bad yourself.”
He reached in his pocket and threw a wad of cash at her. The cash was mostly dollar bills and it was sprinkled over her head.
“That’s for the pussy,” he said with a huge grin. “Have a good night lady.”
When he turned to walk away, Zoey pulled off one of her high-heels and threw it at him.
“Asshole!”
After he left, Zoey continued sitting on the floor. She put her hands on her face, and her body was curled. A part of her wanted to cry, but the other part was still enjoying the blissful wet feeling between her legs. Dave hadn’t made her cum. It was something she had to do herself. She reached down and played with herself until she reached a beautiful climax.
Part 3 of 3: Sex on Camera
They silently looked at each other for a moment as their third meeting began. Both of them were thinking, finding the words to say.
“I’ve heard interesting things about your encounter with Dave,” he said.
“Understatement of the year.”
“Was his personality an issue for you?”
She nodded. “Why did you set me up with him?”
“Why do you think?” he asked, like the answer was so obvious.
“His huge penis I’m assuming.”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“I’ve never had one that big,” she replied. “I’ve been curious about it. Most women are. I don’t want a size that big all the time, but it was nice to finally experience it.”
“Then why do you seem upset with him?”
“Because he’s an asshole. I deal with jerks all the time in the corporate world, and I rarely put up with it unless I have to. I never thought I’d ever let a jerk like Dave have sex with me.”
“Yet you did it. And you loved it.”
She blushed. “I’ve fantasized about having outdoor sex for so long. I’ve never had the courage to actually try it. It was exhilarating. It was such an adrenaline rush, like I was skydiving or riding in a race car.”
“Dave has a way of being persuasive with women, and the ability to push their boundaries. He’s a smooth talker basically. That’s why I chose him for you. I knew he could shed your inhibitions.”
“You’ve made the right choice then,” she nodded. “I tried to back out a few times. But he kept on assuring me that it would be okay. He talked me into it, and told me what I needed to hear. When we got to the rooftop, I was so nervous. After a few more words of encouragement, my panties came down and he was behind me.”
“I’m glad you fulfilled your fantasy.”
“He’s still an asshole though,” she smiled.
“I know he is. But that didn’t stop you from being with him.”
“No. The way I see it, he doesn’t know who I am during the day, and I don’t know who he is. Our relationship was just sex, so I don’t care what he thinks about anything.”
“Tell me, what was going through your mind before you had sex?” he asked.
“I was scared,” she replied. “My hands were shaking. My eyes were constantly looking around for security cameras or anyone who could be watching. I was so scared of the police showing up and arresting us. God, that would have been so horrible.”
“How did you feel sexually?”
“It was thrilling. When my panties came down, a warm breeze suddenly came and it went between my legs and tickled my vagina. It felt nice, and I was so aroused. I didn’t care if anyone was watching at that point, I just wanted him inside of me. When he unzipped his pants and showed me his penis, I was a bit surprised. That guy is huge. It was so big. I wanted to stand there and admire it, but he spun me around, bent me over, and fucked me.”
“Congratulations.”
Zoey raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“You’re a full blown exhibitionist now,” he said jokingly.
She smiled. “I guess you’re right. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since it happened last week. Even in the office, board meetings, it’s been crossing my mind.”
“What happens when you think about it?”
“I get aroused. If I’m at work, I go to the bathroom and touch myself. To be honest, I’m a bit aroused right now from this conversation.”
“Show me,” he said firmly.
She looked at him curiously. “You aren’t serious, are you?”
“I’m always serious. Show me how aroused you are. I want to see it.”