One Night in Portland

At this point, Phil and I had been dating for about a year. We lived in Austin, TX, but both of us loved to travel. We took trips often -- to Berlin, New York, Las Vegas. Whenever we went anywhere we liked to make up stories about who we were. Sometimes we'd be celebrating our engagement. Sometimes we'd be strangers who just met earlier that day. Sometimes it was one of our birthdays. Sometimes we were professors in town for a conference.

One particular night, on a trip to Portland, we hadn't decided on a story. During the weeks leading up to the trip, we'd been distracted. We'd been interested in trying out exhibitionism for a while but weren't sure the best way to explore it. This trip felt like the right opportunity. Even if we got caught, we didn't know anyone. Plus, Portland is known for its strip clubs, so getting a little frisky was inevitable.

Starting our night at a creole restaurant and oyster bar, we ordered a small smattering of oysters along with collard greens and a heaping plate of fried pork rinds. The greens came steaming like a soup, with a side of sausage about two inches thick that crisped and squirted when you bit into it. I ate three big pieces.

We ended our meal with oyster shooters: Tequila for me, and whiskey for Phil. We cheersed to the night to come.

"I'll meet you outside," I told Phil as he set his glass back on our table. "I need to go to the bathroom."

The bathroom was painted black and red, with a full length mirror framed in gold set against the back wall. I took a look at myself. I was wearing an all-white, mid-thigh-length dress with a deep v-neck. The fabric was thin and tight, hugging the curve of my hips. My cleavage peeked out from inside the neckline. I ran my hands over my hips, smoothing the dress. I hadn't worn any undergarments.

I found Phil waiting outside and gave him a peck on the cheek. He took my hand and led me down the street. The night was warm and crisp, just cooling off after the day's sun. I breathed in the fresh air, my pupils dilating from the glare of the street lamps.

A group of women in their 40s walked by. We passed a group of college students, coffee cups in hand. A fast walker wearing headphones didn't look at us.

For a minute or two, we were alone. I could see a cluster of nightlife a few blocks ahead. This section of the street was filled with closed bookstores and dark gift shops. Streetlights shone above us. Phil put his hand on my low back, gently guiding me closer to him. He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Are you ready?"

I looked at him, eyes wide. "For what?" I asked.

He trailed his fingers up my neckline. When he got to my collarbone, he hooked them inside my dress. He paused, looked at me, and then slowly pulled my dress aside. I shuddered when his hand grazed my nipple.

My breath caught in my chest. Phil nuzzled my neck, breathing softly into it. He kept both hands on me, one on my back and one drawing slow circles around my nipple.

"You can put your dress back once we get to the end of the block," he said.

I turned to putty as Phil rolled my nipple through his fingers. Thoughts of him pinching, flicking, squeezing, and licking me danced through my mind. The warmth of his hand cut through the cool night wind.

"Seeing your titties out like this makes me want to suckle them so bad," Phil breathed into my neck.

At the end of the block I covered myself. I could see our destination.

The bar we chose looked like it used to be a pub. It had dark wood decor and dim lighting but was redecorated with sleek furniture and antique lighting fixtures. It was busy, but not full. There was a short line at the bar. The tequila was running through me, and I already needed to use the restroom again. I went to find the bathroom while Phil made his way over to order drinks, whiskey neat for him and a gin and tonic for me.

On my way to the bathroom, I took a survey of our surroundings. The bar itself was in the back center of the room. The space in front of it had tables scattered with people. There were several filled booths to the right of the bar, well-lit from an overhead chandelier. The left side swooped out to a darker corner with what looked like mostly empty tables and booths. I made my way to the restroom, where I ran my lipstick over my pout one more time.

When I came out of the bathroom, Phil was at the front of the bar line. Right as I was about to sidle up next to him, Phil grabbed our drinks off the bar and turned around. We collided, and he spilled my gin and tonic all over me. I jumped back from the cold, looking down at myself. The front of my dress was completely wet and quickly becoming see-through. Cold from the ice in my drink, my nipples poked out from the thin fabric. My left tit was soaked to the point that I could see my areola. My right tit wasn't completely drenched, but I could see my nipple. If the bar wasn't dim, everyone in it would have been able to see my now mostly-naked body.

There was a guy to my left who noticed what happened, and he stared as I stood there with my arms out at my sides, exposing my naked breasts to him and anyone else looking. Phil grabbed a napkin and started dabbing at my dress, but it didn't really help anything. I thought about going to the bathroom to try to dry myself, but there wasn't a hand dryer, only paper towels. It seemed like the only option was to wait for it to dry.

"It's fine," I told Phil. "It'll dry. Let's just go sit down."

I guided Phil over to a dimly-lit table where I was hoping people wouldn't notice my now see-through dress. I knew we were planning some exhibitionism, but this wasn't exactly what I had in mind. The table was small, maybe a foot across, meant for intimacy. We sat down, and when I looked up I saw the guy who saw my tits by the bar still looking at me. I was facing him, but I was pretty sure this corner was too dark for him to actually see anything.

Phil leaned forward and rested his forearms on the table, his hands inches from my wet chest. Before I could say anything about my new admirer, Phil reached up with one hand and casually tweaked my nipple. I couldn't help but moan at the surprise of his warm fingers touching my cold, erect nipple. The guy watching saw my mouth open and my head roll back.

Phil cupped my tit in his hand like he was trying to dry it, but then he bent down and put his mouth on me. "I told you seeing your titties hanging out in public made me want to suck them," he said.

He sucked my tit over my dress, making it even wetter. He ran his tongue in circles around and around my nipple, first one way and then the other. I absolutely love having my titties sucked, and I couldn't help but moan, starting to forget that we were in public. Phil had made me cum solely from nipple play before. He knew what he was doing.

I took a deep breath and fluttered my eyes around to see if that guy was still watching me. Phil was facing the wall, so if someone was going to keep watch it had to have been me. That guy was still watching. I saw him point me out to his friend just as Phil released my nipple from his mouth and stood up.

"Here, take my drink for now," he said. "I'm going to go get a towel to clean you up with." He gave my nipple one last tweak before winking at me and walking to the bar. I was left alone and aroused, with my titties still visible and soaked through, even more now from Phil's mouth.

I felt squirmy, so I stood up and turned toward the wall to shake myself out a little bit. When I turned back around, I saw the guy who was watching me was now much closer but with his back to me. I was surprised to find myself a little disappointed he wasn't ogling me anymore. He was pretty close to me, though, talking to his friend. I decided to let my disappointment go and turned back toward the wall, trying to keep my cool while thoughts of Phil's hands snaking under my dress ran through my mind. I pictured us sitting at the table and him setting his hand on my thigh, inching it closer to my slit with every sip of his drink until he reached my hot, wet hole.

Lost in my reverie, I backed up too far and bumped into something. I turned around to find it was the guy who had been watching me. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said.

He looked unsure of what to say, and I could tell he was trying not to stare at my chest. "It's...uh...no big..." he trailed off, unable to keep his eyes on mine.

I found myself enjoying the attention and decided to play a little bit. I put my arms behind my back and stuck out my chest, swaying my shoulders back and forth. "It's okay. I saw you staring at me earlier," I said. "You can look."

With that, the guy's and his friend's mouths both dropped to the floor. I don't think they were expecting permission. About 10 seconds passed without anyone saying anything. "Alright, I'm going to go back to my table now," I said, smiling sweetly. "I'm sorry again for bumping into you."

This remark seemed to pull the second man out of his daze. "Not a problem at all!" he said, a little too excitedly, and slapped his friend on the back.

But his friend wasn't ready. When he got hit his entire body lurched forward, and he spilled his full beer down my dress.

Now, the bottom half of my dress was wet, too. Both of my titties were fully visible through my soaked, white dress. I couldn't see my pussy yet, but the liquid was still seeping through the thin fabric. Soon, anyone looking would be able to see that I wasn't wearing any panties.

Phil came back with a towel and gin and tonic in hand and sized up the situation. He looked from me to the strangers and back to me again. "He spilled his drink on you?" he asked me, warily raising one eyebrow.

"I'm sorry," said the man, desperately trying to explain. "She let us look at her tits and then he hit me on the back and I wasn't ready and...it just happened."

Phil once again looked at me, at the stranger, then back to me again. Suddenly, his face changed from concern to intrigue. He took a step closer to me. "Well, it looks like you're all wet," he said, slowly running a finger down the entire right side of my body, from the top of the wetness on my right titty to the bottom of my right thigh.

My eyes went wide, realizing what he was doing. I gulped, staring at him expectantly. "I guess so," I shrugged coyly.

Phil set his drink down on our table. He took the towel and held it taut between both hands, then placed it on my chest and started gently moving it back and forth across my cold, erect nipples.

"Is this helping?" he asked.

"It depends on what you mean by 'helping,' " I breathed out, visibly aroused. Phil let go of the towel with one hand so he could trail a finger slowly down my body, chasing the tail of the wet beer clinging to my dress. When he got to the bottom of my dress, he stayed there, lingering, his other hand still rubbing the towel over my nipple.

"Well, I'll have to check," he said, placing two of his fingers softly on my inner thigh. I was breathless, waiting for his touch. He made eye contact with me as he reached under my dress and lightly trailed a finger over my lips. It was almost exactly the kind of touch I had been imagining earlier. I shuddered, and a drop of my wetness fell on his hand. He brought his wet fingers to his face to look at my juices. He rubbed two fingers together, relishing the sticky sweetness.

"It looks like I just made you more wet. Was it because I rubbed this towel on your titties or because you like these strangers watching you get aroused?" he asked, wiping his fingers on my wet dress.

At this point, I couldn't help it anymore. My pussy was throbbing. I was panting, waiting for Phil to really touch me. The eyes of the two men watching us went wide, waiting for me to answer Phil's question.

"It's both," I managed between gulps of air. "I love it when you play with my titties, but I also love it when strangers watch me be naughty."

"Oh, and you're being very naughty right now," said Phil. "Do you want these men to watch you cum in the back of this bar like the naughty slut you are?"

He started casually playing with my nipples again, grazing his fingers over them just enough to tantalize me. I desperately wished there was a wall behind me, needing something to brace myself on as I started to buck my hips toward Phil.

"Ohhh yes please," I drawled, waiting for him to touch my hot little pussy again.

"You dirty little whore," said Phil as he slowly inched my dress up my thighs. "You like these men watching you."

"Yes yes yes yes yes," I moaned, the electricity building inside me.

Once Phil had my dress up over my thighs, exposing my wet, naked pussy to the whole bar, he dipped his fingers between my lips. He slid them slowly back and forth over my little clitty. I was getting wetter by the second. There was a thick trail of sweet pussy juice running down both of my inner thighs. I opened my legs wider, straining for him to be deeper inside me. A few drops of my wetness fell onto the floor.

"Do you see how wet you are? You just dripped onto the floor, you little whore," whispered Phil, glancing down.The two men watching immediately looked down to the spot on the floor between my feet where, even in the darkness of the bar, there was clearly a small puddle forming.

"Holy shit," one of the men watching said, moving closer.

"I've never seen a woman this wet," said the other, also inching nearer. The heat inside me was building, getting off on how mesmerized they were by my pleasure.

"Let's give you a better look," said Phil. He slowly stopped rubbing my clit and dragged his hands to my hips so he could hike my dress up even more. My hair was neatly trimmed, my lips protruding. I was now more or less naked, my tits fully visible underneath my soaked white dress and my sopping pussy on full display. I let out a little hiccup, begging for him to touch me again.The men came in even closer.

"Do you like watching her?" Phil asked them, placing a finger on the front of my pussy just above my clit, tantalizing me.

"Oh boy, do we," one of them drooled.

"What do you like most? Do you like it when she moans?"

On the word "moans," Phil dipped his finger into me, and I let out a deep growl. "Or do you like it when I tease her?"

With that, he slowly pulled his hand up my body onto the front of my stomach, dragging a trail of wetness with him as he pushed my dress even higher.

"Oh, god," I moaned, almost unable to take it. I wanted to cum so bad. I couldn't believe what he was doing. I couldn't believe these men were watching me. I wanted to cum so hard in the back of this bar with these strangers watching me.

"Or do you like it when I play with her titties?" Phil asked, sliding my dress up past my tits so that I was standing naked, fully exposed, with only these two men I didn't know and Phil blocking me from anyone else's view. Luckily the bartenders hadn't seemed to notice what we were doing. "When I touch her titties, she moans really loud."

With that, he dipped his head down and circled one nipple and then the other with his tongue.

"Please touch me again. Please," I begged.

Phil turned to our audience. "Should I touch her?"

"No. I want to watch her beg," said one of them, his eyes widening hungrily.

Phil moved his hands to my ass, cupping it and holding me in place while he took one of my titties in his mouth and then the other. His hands were spreading me wide and holding me up.

I put my hands on Phil's back, needing something to lean on. I loved my nipples getting sucked. Sometimes I could cum just from that, but I really wanted him to touch me. I wanted to give the strangers a show. "Please touch me. I want to feel you on my clit. I need you to touch me. Please. Please. Please," I begged.

Phil paused and looked at the men. "Is that enough?"

"No," one of them breathed.

"Beg more, whore," Phil instructed me.

"Please, please please. I can't take it. I need to cum. I need it. I need it so bad. It's all I want. I just want to cum in this bar with these men watching me. Please. Please let me cum," I moaned, breathless.

With that, Phil bent down and put his face between my legs, running his tongue up and down my slit.

"Oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod."

With Phil between my thighs, there was nothing blocking anyone from seeing my bare titties bouncing up and down as I got eaten out. Phil was still holding me by my ass, spreading me open as my juices dripped into his mouth and onto the floor.

"Do you want to make her even wetter?" Phils asked our audience, his fingers inching down my ass to circle my sweet pussy, daring to dive in.

The men looked down at the floor, where there was a large puddle forming. They could practically hear me dripping. "Oh fuck yes," they gaped. "She can get wetter than this?"

"Touch her tits," Phil said. "Each of you take one. Glide your hand across her nipple. Pinch it between your fingers. Flick her. Lick her slowly. Be gentle, go slow. She loves it."

In my wildest fantasies I saw myself taken by strangers and fucked 'til I came over and over and over. Having these strangers touch me felt like my darkest pleasures coming to life -- a product of pure desire. Their desire, but also mine.

The men inched closer, slowly reaching out their hands to grab me. The second they touched me, I felt a ripple roll through my body.

"Oh my GOD," I moaned, probably too loudly this time. I couldn't control it anymore. Maybe if it was only Phil touching me I could have, but two foreign hands groping me was too much. Luckily, the bar was fairly noisy. I'm not sure I would have cared either way at this point, though.

"Oh god I think she likes it," one of the men said to the other, before turning to me. "Do you like it?"

I couldn't speak. All I could get out was, "Oh my god ohmigod oh my GOD, yes yes yes yes." I ran my arms up and down Phil's back, desperate for something to grab onto.

The men looked at each other, nodded, bent down, and took my nipples in their mouths. They listened to Phil -- they were soft and gentle, lightly nipping at and flicking my nipples with their tongues.

I was losing it, and Phil could tell. He grabbed my ass tighter, licked me faster.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna cum," I moaned. "I'm gonna cum in this public bar in the hands of two men I don't even know. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK FU --"

I came, not even trying to be quiet. I shook, shuddered, and gasped for air as Phil licked my pussy and two strangers licked my titties. They held me while I gave them the sweetest taste of my juices and the hardest version of my nipples. "Don't stop, please don't stop," I begged as my pleasure began to subside. "Just go slower. Please."

I looked at the two men. "I still want both of your hands on me. Please," I whispered.

"You want to cum again?" Phil asked, looking up at me from between my thighs.

I shrugged coyly at him, full of pleasure, an angelic smile on my face. "Yes, please," I said. Having these men's hands and mouths on me was one of the most erotic situations I'd ever been in. I felt so good having given them a show, and I wanted to give them more.

Phil bent back down and started slowly licking me at first, but he switched to being aggressive fairly quickly. He wanted me to cum again, and he knew I wanted it, too. There was no time to waste.

The men again followed his lead and started sucking my nipples hard. I felt another orgasm building inside of me, quickly.

"Oh yes FUCK keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going. Don't stop, yes, fuck yes. Just like that. Just like that. Just like THAT. Yes, yes, yES --"

And with that I came again, my body shuddering even more this time. I shook in Phil's hands, shimmying up and down. The men still had their hands on my tits, ever so softly rubbing their thumbs over my nipples as the waves of pleasure rippling through my body started to subside.