Intentionally let him see a little

Yuki and I are both flight attendants. Although we're good friends, our work hours are irregular, and we rarely have time to go shopping together. This day, I had a day off after a long haul, but Yuki was on duty. So, we arranged to meet at her place in the evening for a short chat.

It was a rare moment of leisure, and I spent a couple of hours shopping at a mall near her house, almost to the point of exhaustion. I went to a coffee shop on the corner of the mall to stretch my legs. It was a weekday afternoon, so the mall wasn't crowded, and the coffee shop was sparsely populated. Outside, the temperature was over 30 degrees Celsius. Watching the office workers rush by, I was enjoying a rare moment of leisure, sipping a fragrant cappuccino. I read a novel while listening to music with my headphones on, and before I knew it, I was dozing off.

I was soon awakened by voices. Looking around, I noticed a young man sitting a few tables away, facing me. He was wearing a suit and a blue tie, and had a refined appearance. I know I'm pretty and have a slender figure. Many of my colleagues praise me as a beauty, and I always attract envious glances on the street. Besides, I'm wearing some makeup today, so it's not surprising that I'm attracting attention from men.

But… wait a minute? Something seems off. He wasn't just admiring my looks; his gaze was also fixed on my ample breasts. What's more, he seemed to be staring under my desk. Oh, right, he was looking at my legs.

Today I was wearing a light gray sheer mini-skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and white high heels. My long, slender legs were so beautiful. I thought I looked incredibly sexy when I looked in the mirror this morning. Sitting down, the skirt was pulled even shorter, no wonder that man kept staring at my legs and wouldn't look away.

I felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze, unsure of what to do with my legs. My face flushed, and my heart raced. But I was conflicted. One moment I didn't want him staring anymore, the next I was secretly pleased to attract his attention, especially since he was tall and handsome with a strong physique; I wasn't psychologically averse to his gaze. When I looked up at him again, he immediately seemed embarrassed, deliberately lowering his head to avoid my eyes, but his face turned red. It turned out he was a little shy too. This action was too obvious; it couldn't escape a woman's intuition.

A mischievous thought suddenly popped into my head—to play a trick on him. I pretended to continue reading my novel, but secretly glanced at him. When he turned his head, I casually and slowly shifted my crossed legs. My sheer skirt was so short today; from his position, he should be able to catch a glimpse of my lace panties in that instant. Sure enough, he almost knocked over the water glass on the table, and I almost burst out laughing. His surprised reaction revealed that he was attracted by the sudden glimpse under my skirt. When I peeked at him again, he stared intently at my skirt, his eyes shining. I figured he was waiting for me to expose myself again. His flustered behavior made me want to play tricks on him again.

Several minutes later, he was still staring at my legs, pretending to drink water from a glass. Okay, let's see how powerful I am. I'll make you embarrass yourself in front of everyone. I shifted my body slightly, actually deliberately pulling my sheer skirt up a little higher, intentionally raising my right leg and then placing both legs at an angle. The movement was large but also somewhat awkward. From his angle, and with the sunlight scattering the light, he should be able to see the pink lace panties deep under my skirt this time. Water from his glass leaked from his lips, and he hurriedly grabbed a tissue. His flustered reaction told me that this action had given him a strong shock. I smiled triumphantly, feeling competitive. I subtly moved and slightly parted my legs, placing them on the edge of the table, pretending not to care and letting him fully admire my beautiful legs, even the panties under my skirt, while I secretly watched his actions.

I had only meant to tease him, but seeing his shining eyes, I quietly turned to the side, trying to peek. For some reason, I felt hot all over. He had found the perfect angle to stare at the mysterious area under my skirt. It turns out that being spied on by a strange man in public can be strangely pleasurable. Unconsciously, I felt a lustful fluid seeping out from below. My heart was pounding. I was getting wetter and wetter; my underwear was probably soaked through. My underwear was so thin today; if it got soaked... wouldn't it show my vulva? Wouldn't my entire private parts be exposed to that man? Oh, come and pull mine down... Oh, how shameful! Thinking about this, even more lustful fluid seeped out. It was terrifying, but also incredibly pleasurable.

Looking at the man again, his crotch was clearly bulging; I could see his penis was erect. Oh, how could I have such a perverted thought? I was inexplicably shocked, but my desire grew hotter and hotter. I longed to lie on that man's strong chest, to be embraced and caressed by him. Thinking about this, I couldn't control myself. Although I was pretending to read a novel, I unconsciously spread my legs wider, letting him see my private parts more thoroughly.

This time, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest, my whole body burned, and I felt my vulva contracting irregularly, overflowing with desire. Luckily, there weren't many people around, and they were all rushing by, busy with their own things, not noticing what the man and I were doing. He couldn't control himself, putting his hand in his pocket and starting to masturbate, watching my soaked vulva. I turned my legs further towards him, letting him see more clearly, and shifted my buttocks on the chair, causing my underwear to shift and expose half of my vulva, so he could see even more clearly—let's call it voyeurism.

I felt excited too; what should I do? It was unbearable. Watching him voyeurize me, staring at my vulva and masturbating, huh? What? He suddenly trembled a few times; he must have ejaculated? Imagining the scene of a man ejaculating, I trembled all over. My vaginal fluid seeped down my thighs. I never imagined being watched could bring me to such an orgasm. But without being conquered by a man, my lust hadn't subsided, and I still felt a wave of loneliness and emptiness.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Yuki. I told her I was at the coffee shop, and she said she'd be there in about five minutes. After hanging up, I kept secretly watching the man. He'd just ejaculated; his pants were definitely soaked, and he seemed a little lost. I secretly chuckled.

Soon after, Yuki entered the coffee shop. As soon as she came in, she walked past the man and started talking to him as if they were old friends. During their conversation, I learned that the man was Yuki's brother. I was momentarily stunned. Thinking deeper, it was all just wishful thinking. Her brother had been lustful first, and I'd deliberately teased him. There was nothing wrong with that, and besides, he wouldn't dare tell anyone.

I walked over confidently, and Yuki introduced us. His name was Alex. His expression was strange, which was understandable, and my nonchalant behavior in front of Yuki didn't upset him. Yuki, unaware of the reason, asked her younger brother to take me home first, saying she had some errands to run before returning. I glanced at him and deliberately asked, "Is it convenient for you to leave?" Luckily, his trousers were dark, so even if they were wet, it wouldn't be easily noticeable. He awkwardly covered his crotch with his briefcase and led me home. We were both lost in our own thoughts the whole way, and didn't speak.

When we got home, he greeted me, and I said I wanted to take a shower, glancing back at him with a smile from outside the bathroom door. I only left the bathroom door ajar, not closed it, so that the large mirror in the bathroom reflected the situation from the dining room. I slowly took off my clothes; my sheer panties were indeed soaked. Thinking about how my dark pubic hair and tender vulva must have been visible just now, I unconsciously rubbed my labia and masturbated to release the urge.

I didn't fully close the shower curtain while showering, knowing he was peeping. At that moment, I didn't understand myself either. Ever since my breakup last year, all I wanted was a shoulder to lean on, a man to comfort me and fill the emptiness in my heart. After changing back into my clothes and coming out of the bathroom, I saw him in the dining room facing the bathroom. I smiled, gave him a glare, and then gave him a tacit approval before going into the bedroom.

Sure enough, he followed me from behind. After pushing open the door and entering the room, he impatiently pressed me against the doorframe. We looked at each other for a moment, and he immediately leaned forward to kiss me. The gentle kiss gradually turned into a passionate French kiss. His hands were no longer well-behaved. He reached under my shirt from behind and stroked my back a few times. I instinctively realized that he wanted to loosen the restraints and have more intimate contact. He flicked the back clasp of my bra, and I felt my bra come loose. Before I could react, he was still kissing me while he reached under my loose bra and kneaded my breasts. I went limp and cried out softly. Soon after, he became even more brazen and reached under my skirt, grabbed my lace panties, and quickly pulled them down to my calves. My buttocks were bare. He then lifted my thin skirt and kneaded my vulva. I let him have his way. I needed it so much. He frantically sucked on my labia, and his tongue even went inside my vulva to lick. I couldn't stand this stimulation. I moaned and cried out.

A few minutes later, he stood up, unzipped his pants, pulled down his underwear, and inserted his thick, hard, and hot penis from behind. I was already soaking wet, and he slid into my vagina effortlessly. The male organ I had longed for filled my vagina; it was hot and hard. Then he held my slender waist and thrust in and out repeatedly, occasionally fondling my breasts from behind. Perhaps the stimulation in the coffee shop earlier made him even more excited. I also enjoyed the feeling of being raped by a strange man, half-heartedly swaying my hips to meet his thrusts from behind. It felt so good and comfortable. With the thick, hard penis thrusting in and out, more and more vaginal fluid splashed out with each thrust, soaking my legs. It was so shameful. I excitedly moaned and groaned. A woman's moans during sex are an encouragement. He sensed that I was becoming aroused, so he thrust in and out even harder and faster. My vagina twitched a few times, and an orgasm followed. He didn't stop; he thrust for a few more minutes, and my vagina trembled again. Ah, another orgasm! Soon after, he couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated inside me.

Afterward, he held me from behind for a while before slowly withdrawing his penis. The semen and vaginal fluid were indistinguishable; I was satisfied. He held me tightly and gently kissed my red lips. I lay on his strong chest, unwilling to get up.

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