MorganRunner14

Eighteen year old blonde Morgan Healy bent over in exhaustion. After a terrible fall soccer season she decided to concentrate on her running, hoping to be in better shape for spring soccer.

Four five times a week she would run, mostly in a tank top and shorts but sometimes when it was hot she just wore a jogging bra. It seemed that most everyday that her neighbor Ted would be outside when she jogged by. She would always smile and wave to him. He was a good guy. He helped her mom out a lot with things after her moms divorce. He was always looking at her though in a different way. There was no way this 52 year old man would be interested in her. But she liked to think maybe. Occasionally she would stand in front of the mirror naked and look at her own body. She cupped her small but firm breasts. She wished they were just a bit bigger. Then maybe the college boys would look at her more.

Ted Wallace had been a widower for years and had a few women friends since but nothing lasting. Lately he found himself addicted, as most men, to porn. He found himself looking at pictures of younger and younger girls until he found himself looking for pics of girls around the same age as Morgan. Morgan had been such a cutie growing up and only this year had he noticed any difference. She suddenly had this athletic little body with very cupable looking titties and a perfect little ass. Her jogging outfits weren’t helping matters, in fact they were what started him getting excited in the first place. He began to wonder and fantasize what her little body would look like naked.

Morgan’s mom was always busy now with her husband gone. Though she was still young, she couldn’t handle all that need to be done around the house especially with her job. She was grateful for Ted. He always helped with and yard work and such. He was even happy to help set up Morgan’s new Dell that she got for her birthday.

Ted was eager to take a look at Morgan’s room. Just the thought of being in the room where she got dressed was exciting. He set up her computer in no time and attached everything, even the webcam. Morgan didn’t know too much about the computer so he set up some things like Yahoo IM and AOL IM. He needed a IM name for her and she came up with MorganRunner14. He added his name to the Yahoo menu and even IM’d himself to show her how it worked. She wasn’t sure if her friends used AOL or Yahoo but she’d figure it out. He liked how close she was standing to him and he prayed that even for just a second she would brush her breast against him. But she didn’t.

A few days went by and Ted was working on some way he might use his binoculars to see in her window at night. But that would never work since her room was in front and her shades perpetually closed. He returned to his adult chat rooms and growing porn collection.

Then one Sunday things changed completely.

Morgan was not sure why she had lied to Ted about not knowing anything about computers. She was quite savvy with IMing and all that. Heck, she had spent many an hour on her old laptop (from mom’s old job) chatting with friends. They of course all used AOL and Ted was the only name on Yahoo. For kicks she turned on her webcam and looked at herself. This was very cool, she’d have to get her friends to get a cam. Then she noticed Ted was online. She looked at her options and saw a “whos watching me’ button. She clicked and saw it was empty. For kicks she decided to leave it on, but stacked some books in front of most of the picture.

Ted logged on to yahoo and visited various chat rooms to see if anything was going on. Hopefully some couple was giving a sex show. Nothing. He started surfing through some amateur sites when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. On his yahoo list he noticed that MorganRunner14 had its webcam indicator showing. He stared for a moment at it in wonderment. His cursor slowly moved over the name. Online time 47 hours, idle 4 hours. As he hovered his cursor over the “view my webcam’ he felt his cock stiffen. He clicked. He heart stopped while he waited.

The image popped up on his screen. Ted tried to make sense of the picture. He finally realized that there must be something in front of the cam. Yes, it was a pile of books that took up most of the picture. In the left corner of the screen however he could see a dresser in the background. Morgan’s dresser. Ted pondered the picture on his screen, for an hour. He thought about IM’ing her but decided not to. He soon began to wonder if they were even home next door. He dialed the number with the excuse of misdialing if anyone answered. The answering machine picked up. He hung up. He looked at the screen once more, shrugged and then disconnected.

It was getting dark when Ted noticed the Healy’s car drive past and in to their driveway. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking as he raced back to his computer and connected back to MorganRunner14’s webcam. The picture was the same though it was much darker now with the fading light. He started to come up with excuses if Morgan IM’ed him and asked why he was viewing. Suddenly the picture brightened as a light was turned on in Morgan’s room. Ted’s cock immediately became rock hard.

Morgan flicked the light on in her room and plopped down on the bed exhausted. Shopping was fun with her friends but with Mom it had become a drag. A constant fight over what she could and couldn’t buy. Ugh. She glanced over at her computer and saw something that made her forget all about shopping. There was a name in the “who is viewing me’ list. She got up and walked to the desk, staying out of the webcams view. It was TedDog99. She felt her whole body shudder as she realized that Ted was looking into her room right now, well a small bit of it. She wondered if he would IM her and tell her that her cam was on. She hoped not. What she knew was that she HAD to make it seem as though she didn’t know it was on.

Ted watched with nervous anticipation. The light was on but he saw nothing but the blurry pile of books and a bit of the dresser. Then he saw her. Only for a single frame as she walked by. Then he saw her again near her dresser. Beautiful little Morgan. Then the light went out. Again he wondered what was going on. Could she not know her cam is on? She did seem pretty clueless when it came to the computer. Maybe she was playing around with it. He moved the cam viewer to the side of his screen and would surf until the light came back on again. He wasn’t going to budge an inch.

Morgan had goosebumps all over as she plopped in front of the TV. She wondered how far she would go in teasing. Perhaps he wouldn’t even view anymore. She knew he would though. After dinner it was time to play oblivious again.

Ted’s heart again skipped a beat when at 7:30 MorganRunner14’s webcam became bright again. He closed all the other windows and doubled the size of webcam image. He saw something move in front of the webcam. It was indeed Morgan. He could see her shoulder as she sat at the desk in front of the computer. To his surprise two of the top books were lifted off the pile. Much more of the room came into view. There was still some sort of pencil holder blocking the right half of the screen but the left was clear. Her dresser, the closet door, the foot of her bed. He could also see Morgan. Well her left shoulder and arm in a pink shirt anyway.

Morgan looked at her own webcam on her screen. She knew what he was seeing…if he was watching. She fought the urge to look into the cam and tried to focus on her homework. Which she couldn’t.

Ted watched intently. Morgan was obviously doing homework but he kept waiting for her to position the camera on her face so it would be in a better position if she were to cam with her friends. She completely ignored it. Shortly she leaned back in her chair and read from her book. He could see her pretty face now. Somehow his cock found its way out of his pants and he was stroking it.

Morgan couldn’t stand sitting any longer. She knowingly set her book in front of the cam, partially blocking it again, but not as much as before. She got up and went to put her new clothes away.

Ted watched as Morgan came in and out of screen, putting things in the dresser and closet. He was overcome with realization that she had no idea that her cam was on. He almost came right then. Then the webcam went dark again. For a moment he thought it stopped, but then realized it was so dark outside that it became black when she shut off the light.

As Morgan soaked in the tub she thought about Ted. Is he really watching her? How could he be interested in her? He probably wasn’t even at his computer.

Ted had to pee like a racehorse but he wasn’t going to budge from his chair. Was there actually a chance he might see her naked? She had that perfect little runners body, tight and compact, firm little butt and little tits that were quite nice. He remembered the other week when he was getting the mail. Morgan was doing her daily run and stopped to say hi. It was quite hot so all she had on were small shorts and a jogging bra. All he could think of as he watched her jog away, blonde ponytail bouncing, was that some lucky kid is going to get to fuck the hell out of her one day.

He almost made a run to the bathroom when the light came back on again. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw Morgan walk by wearing only a towel. She walked by a few more times. He could see her hair was wet. Ted found himself talking out loud. “Drop the towel, please, drop the towel.” He then saw her walk towards where the door would be and disappear out of the picture. Damn!

Morgan dried her hair in front of the mirror. She knew just what she wanted to do.

After what seemed to be a lifetime Ted sighed relief when Morgan was still wearing her towel when she came back in the room. She stopped at the dresser with her back to the cam and opened a drawer. Ted loved how her hair looked as it wasn’t in her standard ponytail. And then it happened. Her towel dropped to the floor. Ted stopped breathing as he gapped at her naked figure. Her back, her legs, her ass. Just in time Ted clicked the “save image’ button. Young Morgan had pulled out some pajamas. Ted pleaded for her to turn around but her nakedness disappeared as the long nightie slipped over her tiny body. She then pulled on some sleep shorts underneath. A second later she was out of the picture and the light was out.

Morgan again plopped herself in front of the TV. Her nipples were still erect from the excitement. She could only wonder if Ted had been watching.

Ted quickly pulled up the saved image of Morgan. In seconds he was coming as his eyes focused on that perfect little ass.

Ted kept vigil on the cam until at 10:30 the light came on for a minute and then off again. He knew she had gone to bed. He could only hope the cam was still running in the morning. He logged off.

Morgan heard the IM door close. She knew it was Ted as he was the only one on her list. She smiled to herself. He had seen her. For the first time her hand slid between her legs and she massaged herself, and it felt good, real good.

At 5:00 the next morning Morgan was waken by the sound if an IM door opening. Bleary eyed she peeked over at the screen. A few seconds later his name popped up on the viewers watching list. She was unable to fall asleep until her alarm buzzed at 6:15.

Ted had been up since 5. He was already dressed and ready for work and was sitting in front of his screen watching Morgan’s dresser, closet and desk chair become clearer as the sun came up. He knew this voyeur moment wouldn’t last. Soon she would realize what was going on or reboot or something. But he had his cam capture program running and if little Morgan was going to show her titties he wasn’t about to miss them. At 6:15 he noticed a light come on. Not her room light, but a hall light or something. His cock was already out as he waited and watched.

At 6:30 Morgan headed back into her room and turned on the light. Ted was still online of course. She meandered around the room for a few minutes just so if Ted hadn’t been looking at the moment he would notice. Finally she headed to the dresser and pulled her small bra from the top drawer. Reaching down she grabbed her nightie and pulled it over her head. With her bra in her hand she hung the nightie on the closet door and then, with a deep breath she turned towards the webcam as she fiddled with the bra straps.

“YES! Fucking YES!” screamed Ted as he watched young Morgan turn around, her creamy white titties in all their natural glory. In less then five seconds she had her bra on. A few seconds later he got another glimpse of her cute butt as she pulled off her shorts and pulled on some yellow panties. He watched for a few more minutes as she got dressed and grabbed all her books from her desk.

Morgan came back to her room for a moment before leaving for the bus stop. She noticed that Ted was already offline. She wondered if he liked what he saw.

Ted loved what he saw. He played it back again and again. Such perfect set of tits for a perfect little girl. He looked out the window as Morgan was walking by to her bus stop. He looked back at her tits on the screen and came again. He zipped up and grabbed his briefcase and headed out. As he drove by the bus stop on his way out he more than ever appreciated that sweet smile of Morgan as she gave a friendly return wave. He wondered if she’d be running today after school. He knew he would have an early day today at work.

At school Morgan decided to reward Ted if he was home before her run.

He was just pulling in when she got off the bus. When Morgan walked into her room she could see him logging on and then connecting to her cam. She thought she’d mess with him a bit by placing her Snapple on her desk, right in front of the cam. She then got changed into her running shorts and jogging bra. She knew Ted would be cursing up a storm.

Ted was definitely bummed when all he could see were the ingredients of the all natural drink. A few minutes later the drink moved and an aerobically clad Morgan stood there drinking. He watched her set it back down (though not in the way) on the desk and sit on the end of the bed. His cock was already wilting as he watched her tying her shoes. He stopped his cursing when he noticed her fiddling with her bra top. She kept picking at the side as though it was bothering her. Suddenly Morgan grabbed both sides and pulled it off over her head. His cock sprang to life as he watched her pick at the bra top, all the while her titties in plain view. She then got up and walked over to the desk and set the bra on the back of the chair. Such a great shot of her tits. Morgan then proceeded to try on two more tops. Each time removing them and setting them on the chair. Each time giving Ted a brilliant view of her tits. It was the little mole next to her right nipple that set him off, coming in waves.

Over the next week Morgan continued. As not to be obvious she would sometimes dress out of view and even go a day without giving Ted anything to see. Usually she would be just behind the pencil holder where he couldn’t see her. Then there was the day when she let Ted know that she was a true blonde. She took off her short and panties almost right in front of the camera.

Ted was so hooked. Even more so when Morgan gave him that great beaver shot. The light tuft of blonde pubic hair did nothing to hide those sweet little lips. How much he’d give to be able to put his cock inside her and inject her with one of the hundred loads he had already cum by her. He watched her as much as he could not caring if she was sitting fully dressed doing homework.

Then he screwed up. When Morgan was not at home he still visited the chat rooms. Mostly amateur couples or voyeur-wife rooms but sometimes really raunchy fantasy ones. Ted was private chatting with another when he wanted to paste a dirty link to him. He hadn’t copied it correctly and instead pasted MorganRunner14. He had been renaming files earlier and had the name copied for a short cut. He quickly sent another message with the correct link and brushed off the questioning about the IM name. He hoped the guy would ignore it. He didn’t.

When Morgan got home from school she was wondering how she might tease Ted today. She stepped into the room and glanced at the screen. She stopped short. She blinked. Yes, there were two names on the view list. She walked by the cam to a spot she could read the screen without being seen. Who the hell was MasterCK4891. She looked up his profile and saw a 48 year old nasty looking bearded guy whose only info was listed in his hobbies and it was “fucking the hell out of just about anything’. Suddenly frightened, Morgan left her room.

She went downstairs and thought about the cam. How had he gotten her name? Did Ted really give it to someone? Why would he do that?

Now there was someone else looking into her room. At first she thought about shutting the whole cam down but she couldn’t get over how it excited her somehow. Maybe she’d let it ride a little longer

She went back to her room and changed into her running gear, all the while keeping her back to the cam. She felt a bit creeped out by the thought of other eyes on her but by the time she got back from her run she knew she would be disappointed if the other had left.

She wasn’t disappointed. When she got back to her room there were four names on the list. She did her best to be non-chalant about changing. She took off her sports bra and tossed it in the basket. She cupped her boobies for a moment as she always did to massage out the tightness and itchiness from the bra. She then took a few seconds to pick out a shirt from the closet and even more time before she put it on. Again she fought the urge to look at the webcam and computer. She pulled off her sweaty shorts and panties and pulled on a fresh pair of shorts without showing too much.

By the time she came back after dinner to do her homework there were ten names on the list. Where were all of these people coming from? She went through their profiles and noted that they were all middle age and older men some were even in their sixties.. Every few minutes another name popped onto the view list. Nineteen sets of eyes were on her when she dropped her towel and put on her pajamas. When she went to bed that night her list was filled to the maximum amount of viewers, thirty.

As Morgan lay in bed rubbing herself she thought of the thirty perverts who were watching her. They didn’t seem to care that she was so young. They didn’t care that she had small boobies. They just wanted to see her get naked. They were just a bunch of dirty old fuckers. She wondered if they touched their cocks when they watched. Suddenly she felt her hips start to writhe as she came.

MasterCK4891 had not only checked out her cam he made Ted divulge the whole story by threatening to IM Morgan and spill the beans. A shamed Ted told him all. Ted’s pang of guilt ebbed quickly as he thought of the wonderful gift he gave to his fellow pervs. It felt even better then when he had posted pictures of his last girlfriend nude.

The next two days went by and Morgan continued to give her “audience’ brief shows. Although it thrilled her just wished she knew what they were thinking.

That evening after her run Morgan sat back at her desk and sipped her Snapple as she chatted with her friends on AOL IM and posted on message boards. She used AOL since it was separate from Yahoo and none could see her webcam. She was now used to having strangers watch her. She wondered how they could stand watching her sit there for hours doing nothing but typing on the computer.

For fun she checked MasterCK4891’s profile again. She was shocked when she read his revised hobbies list. It now read “1. Watching Morgan, 2. Chatting about Morgan, 3. Worshipping Morgan, 4 Dreaming of Morgan’

“Well, Uncle Dave, what did you think?” she asked, trying to catch her breath.

His hand rubbed his cock through his pants. He wasn’t sure what to say, but finally spoke. “I think Uncle Dave saw your pretty little pussy when you jumped!”

“Oh my gosh,” she screamed, feigning embarrassment. “I’m such a bad little girl…please forgive me Uncle Dave and please, please don’t tell my daddy! I’ll do anything Uncle Dave, anything!”

Dave still wasn’t sure what his role was. He had dreamed of this day for months now and it was different than he had expected. He had expected to play a passive role, but finally joined in the fun. “Marie, I’m very disappointed in you…that wasn’t very lady like,” he said, a disapproving sound to his voice, now playing along with her. “I should tell your daddy or spank your bottom…right now I want you to sit quietly in that chair, like a lady, while I think about it!”

Marie’s lips formed into a pout. She started to protest her innocence but Dave cut her off pointing his finger to the chair. She plopped down on the chair. Sitting with her knees pushed together and skirt pulled down, her hands were folded on her lap. She waited, but now there was an uneasiness in the room only she could alleviate. Her hands grabbed the material of the short skirt and pulled it up slightly. Her knees ever so slowly spread exposing the panties until her pussy lips peaked out through the opening of them. Dave was propped up on the bed, watching, his hand still moving slowly over his cock.

“Young lady,” he said sternly, “put some decent clothes on and then get back here!”

Marie stood up and stomped her feet in a mock tantrum but didn’t leave the room. She quietly walked over in front of the mirror and opened a dresser drawer. She grabbed a long dress and looked at it. Pulling off her pleated school skirt, she stood in front of the mirror with her panties and top on. She wiggled her ass around and saw Dave’s reflection in the mirror as he was lying on the bed watching her. He was still stroking his cock through his pants. She was really hoping he’d take it out and play with it. Taking off her blouse and knee socks, she slipped the dress on. It was a little loose and long, the bottom almost touching the floor. She was so careful remembering everything he had written in order to fulfill his fantasies. She could have taken off her panties and blouse and he would have seen her naked body in the mirror, but that wasn’t what he wanted-just glimpses leaving the rest to his imagination. It was a game she was beginning to enjoy. She remembered something else he had said in an email, a question he had about the scent of her pussy.

Although the dress was loose, the material was such that it clung to the curves of her body. In the mirror, she knew he had to be able to see how low cut the front was. The dress flowed over her body but accentuated her hips and ass nicely. There was a slit up each side of the dress. Untying the ribbons in her hair to let it fall over her shoulders she turned to the side and put her foot on a chair. The slit opened wider exposing her lower leg. She ran her hand up her leg, opening the dress wider at the thigh and rubbed. She moved as though no one else was in the room but was always aware every movement she made was being studied and watched. Everything she was doing was just the way he wanted. She pulled on a pair of dark nylons and walked back and forth in front of the mirror looking at herself as she passed like she was trying to find the perfect outfit for a night out. With every step the slits on each side continued to open and close exposing her creamy white thighs above the nylons and the darkness of her legs below. Apparently not satisfied, with her back to Dave, she pulled the dress up to her waist and adjusted the nylons, then let the dress fall again.

Again she pulled the dress up and it with one hand. The silky panties she had worn with her last costume were still on, but not for long. She hooked her fingers under the waistband and slid them down. All eyes watched her waiting to see her pear-shaped ass, but as the panties came down, so did the dress. With panties in hand, she walked over to Dave lying on the bed and stood over him.

“Here,” she said, handing him her panties. “Remember, you wondered about the scent of my pussy. You can have them if you take your cock out while you’re playing with it…I want to see your cock, Dave! I want to see how excited you are!”

Dave unzipped his pants and pulled his pants and underwear down. His cock sprang out and up toward her. She smiled and handed him her panties. He held them to his face and inhaled the sweet fragrance of her pussy.

“C’mon Dave, play with your cock for me, show me how much you want me!” she told him again. She could see the crystal clear liquid seeping out of the small hole on the top and knew he did, but it wasn’t enough for her. She may have been an exhibitionist at heart, but there was a voyeuristic side to her as well.

His hand went to his cock and stroked it slowly. She put one of her legs on the bed and pulled her dress up. Her hands moved slowly, caressing her nylon-covered leg in front of him. He shifted his position and faced her. His hand wandered up the sheer stocking feeling her muscular leg starting at her calf and slowly working his way up to the back of her knee and to her thigh stopping at the top of the stocking where the elastic banding held it firmly in place. His hand moved back down her leg and then joined by the other, both hands went up her leg again, this time not stopping but continuing to her bare ass. He squeezed and she moaned lightly, quietly. His hands cupped her ass and his fingers tightened and then loosened. His hands moved back down her leg and back to his cock.

Getting the dress pulled up further exposing her pussy just above the top of the dark nylon, she parted the lips with her fingers, slipped a finger just inside, then slid it all the way in, and then back out again. Her pussy was wet and hot. Again her finger went inside and this time, coming out, she held it in front of his face. His desire to see her nylon-covered leg was blocked by her hand and the dress fell, further blocking his view. Her finger rested over this top lip, touching it lightly.

“What does it smell like?”

“Like a rose, a sweet, sexy rose!”

“Taste it, Dave…taste it,” she said as her finger pushed softly into his sucking mouth.

Removing her finger from his mouth, she moved her foot off of the bed and placed it on the floor and then lifted her other leg on the bed and went through the same seductive process all over again. A nylon-covered leg was again in front of him. Her finger slid back in her sopping wet pussy. She rubbed around her clit and he continued to move his hand on his cock, faster than before. The panties she had handed him were lying on the bed next to him. Picking them up, she rubbed them on her pussy letting them sop up her juices. Her head fell back as the silky material moved over her swollen clit. Her breathing became heavier and her moans louder. She knew she was about to orgasm and stopped. There would be plenty of time for that later. Her head moved forward again and her eyes opened. She held the panties over his face to let him inhale once again the fragrance of her pussy and then moved her hand down to his cock.

Marie grabbed the shaft of his cock with the panty-covered hand and began to slide them up and down his cock. She could see his body squirming on the bed. “Come for me, Dave…come for me, darling!” she urged him. Without waiting, she took her foot off of the bed and dropped to her knees next to it. Her hand moved the panties up and down his cock. She watched the dripping cock twitch and all of a sudden explode. His hot cum shot out of his cock covering his stomach and lower chest. The rest trickled out over the panties. She moved her mouth down to the head of his cock and licked the head and just underneath it. Her tongue swirled along the underside of his cock and then her mouth moved back over the top. The head of his cock was sensitive and he wriggled on the bed trying to escape her hot mouth, finally breaking free.

“So, Dave, what do you think?” she asked him, winking suggestively. “Coming back for more tomorrow? I have some other outfits I think you’ll like!”

He grinned at her sheepishly. “Yeah, I’ll be back…you can count on it!”

Dave got up and pulled his pants and underwear back up. It seemed like an awkward time for a moment. His shirt had become wet from the cum on his belly soaking through and it was obvious he was embarrassed by it. He wasn’t sure what to say and could only manage a meek, “Thanks!” as he walked out the door.

Marie looked at her boyfriend sitting in the corner. His cock was out and he was stroking it. She felt bad for him sitting there all alone. With her finger she beckoned him over to the bed as she thought about the next day and what she would do, still not completely sure, but having a better idea after this first, unplanned night.

Right now she would suck her boyfriend’s cock, but later, Marie stayed awake into the night thinking about the evening before and, upon waking, thought about it some more. She had been exposing herself to men for years and enjoyed it and, while enjoying it, now wondered what it was about it that fascinated men. She thought about Dave as an example. He loved it so much to the point the physical aspect of sex didn’t seem as important to him as the flashing and exposing did. In his case, maybe even more so than some men. He seemed to find it more exciting and interesting in catching a glimpse of her panty covered pussy than actually seeing her bare pussy or even touching it.

Her mind hearkened back to high school. She could remember the boys always trying to find some girl “shooting the beaver” as they called it then. Maybe men, regardless of age, just wanted to look up a woman’s dress, she thought. She remembered being embarrassed back then. Oh, she was flattered by the attention and it was probably innocent enough but there was no way around it. Short skirts were in and they seemed to rise up the thighs when sitting. Plus, it was hard being a female. The guys could sit comfortably with their legs spread but it was difficult holding her legs together during an entire class and even then, she knew because of the length of the skirt, her white panties would inevitably show. Everyone knew it and maybe at times she did “accidentally” expose herself and started this wild exhibitionist cycle in her life. The guys loved and encouraged it by forming their hands into a “V” which was a request to spread your legs so there must have been something enticing about it. They had their magazines so seeing a pussy wouldn’t have been that tough. It may have been because she was a live person or maybe, she thought, it was more sexually exciting for some men to “almost” see something forbidden and just plain fantasize about something they may or may not ever see. It had to be the wonder and awe of it she thought. So, her forbidden fruit had the ability to make men squirm with only the hope of catching a glance at it. It wasn’t so bad and as she thought about it and she certainly didn’t find it perverted. Quite the opposite now. It seemed so trite as the words ran through her mind, “To each his own.” She was not going to judge other people by what they found sexually stimulating-how could she given her own behaviors, which some people would have found bizarre.

Looking over at her boyfriend still sleeping and then the clock, there was plenty of time until they met Dave. If men wanted to peek and watch while she wore revealing clothing or engaged in some public sexual act, and if she added some sensual, maybe dirty, talk in, so what! She knew the power to arouse a sleeping cock was within her, and besides, everyone could enjoy it so it had to be okay. Smiling at the power she thought she had, and the pleasure she could bring to herself and to others, she drifted off to sleep for a couple more hours.

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Marie awoke refreshed and ready for the day. Her thoughts drifted back to what she had thought about earlier but only momentarily. She liked to show off her body and perform sex in places where others could watch her or at least possibly see her, her boyfriend liked to watch and Dave wanted to see her too, maybe in a different way than her boyfriend. Getting out of bed to take a shower, she didn’t see any reason she couldn’t satisfy all three of them on what would be their final day in St. Louis. It was just a matter of taking control, she knew her boyfriend wouldn’t mind, and suspected Dave wouldn’t either.

She and her boyfriend took showers and he got dressed. Marie spent more than her usual time with the curling iron as she stood in front of the mirror nude while he lay quietly on the bed watching television, but appearing frustrated at how long it was taking her to get ready.

“Honey, be a sweetheart and go down to the restaurant and wait for Dave,” she told him. “Keep him outside for about 30 minutes and I’ll be inside when you get there.”

Her boyfriend dutifully left and she continued to get ready. Finally finished she looked at herself in the mirror one final time. With her hair fixed differently, she wasn’t even sure her boyfriend would recognize her immediately. One last look in the mirror and with a quick chuckle, she left the room heading for the hotel restaurant.

Grabbing a seat at a table she ordered a cup of coffee and waited. It wasn’t long before her boyfriend and Dave walked in. At first her boyfriend seemed shocked when he saw her but then smiled. She was looking gorgeous, as the woman in red so to speak. She had on a red mini-skirt, very sheer, pale black lace stockings, red heels, a pale black blouse and red blazer. It was her hair though that made her different. Marie’s long hair was curled in the front and while the back fell far down her back, the sides were curled and stopped just short of her shoulders.

There was only one table close by and Dave sat down facing the vampy woman he had come to admire through photos and emails and now in the flesh. Marie’s boyfriend joined her at her table.

“Damn, you look so fucking hot!” he told her. “Love what you did with your hair.”

“Do you think Dave thinks so?”

“If he’s seeing what I’m seeing, his dick is probably bursting in his pants!”

Marie laughed. “Hmmm, I’d love to see that!”

“Maybe later, honey…did you order anything?”

“Not yet, I was waiting for you.”

A waitress sauntered over to the table and took their order. After ordering, Marie fumbled around in her purse for lighter. It was a no smoking section, but she took it out and dropped it to the floor. Looking at Dave, she bent forward, the top of the blouse opening to expose her cleavage to him. She saw him moving, almost uncomfortably in his seat.

Maintaining eye contact with Dave, her legs parted slightly. His eyes dropped down to watch as her skirt lifted giving him a quick flash of her panties and creamy white thighs. Without being conspicuous, she slid her hand down to her inner thigh and moved it up toward her panties. Without worrying now about other customers, her legs spread wider apart and her fingers grabbed the inside of her panties pulling them out and over to the side exposing her waxed pussy for a moment. Dave’s view was soon obstructed as one of her fingers snaked inside her tight little cunt and then out again. Her legs closed and her finger went to the front of her face. Her eyes still locked on Dave, she smiled as she sucked the finger into her mouth. She could see the burning lust in his eyes.

During breakfast, she continued to play with, and tease Dave, including using the celery stick that came with her tomato juice as a little cock. She sucked it so seductively Dave was wiggling around in his seat trying to finish his breakfast while watching the stalk of celery slide gently in and out of her mouth between her pursed lips. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her boyfriend just staring at the “celery cock” slipping in and out of her mouth.

“Shit, Marie, you keep that up and I’m going to come right here!” she heard him say quietly. “Me and about 10 other guys by the looks of it!”

She removed it from her mouth and smiled as she glanced around the room. There were several other men watching her, some sitting with women, but still trying to steal quick, sneak peeks at her without being obvious. All she could do was flash a smile and give them a quick wink.

“Tell you what, I’m going to change and then we should take a quick walk before going back to the room. Why don’t you go sit with Dave for a few minutes and then go outside and wait for me.”

Her boyfriend went over to Dave’s table and told him they should pay for breakfast and that Marie was changing but they would meet her outside. “Just a little walk before going back up to the room,” he told him. They paid their bills, walked out, and waited. Marie finally walked out wearing a loose, but short black skirt, red chiffon blouse, white, glittery stockings and pair of black pumps. In her hand she carried a bag, no doubt containing the clothing she previously had been wearing.

“Follow me boys,” she laughed as she took off down the street. Neither of them could take their eyes off of her long legs and ass. The high “stripper” heels she wore displayed the muscles of her calves more prominently than flat shoes would have. Turning the corner, she walked into an alley and stopped, the two men coming to a halt about 10 feet behind her. Without looking back, she slowly pulled the skirt up her legs. Soon the tops of the white stockings were visible and her hands continued to the pull the material up further. Waiting to see panties or perhaps a thong, both men were surprised when the skirt bunched up around her waist. She was wearing nothing underneath the skirt. Her bare butt just inches above the tops of the white stockings were all they could see. She turned slowly around giving both men a look at her hairless pussy. She backed away from them slowly into a doorway. They followed, staying about 10 feet away from her as she moved. Once in the doorway, she unhooked the snaps holding up the skirt and let it drop to the stoop. Her fingers undid the buttons of her blouse and, with a quick movement, she pulled it off. She stood in front of them naked except for the stockings and heels she wore.

Marie’s left hand went to her breast and rubbed. Her other hand went to her bald pussy and moved slowly over the top of the small opening pressing her engorged clit. She leaned her head and shoulders against the door behind and closed her eyes, continuing to finger her pussy and tweak her nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Opening her eyes, she mouthed the words for both of them to come over to her. Her boyfriend wasn’t concerned, having seen her do this many times before, but Dave was. He nervously followed her boyfriend looking behind him toward the street and sidewalk a couple of times.

“Darling, let me suck your cock…let me suck it while Dave watches!” they heard her say.

He started to unbuckle his pants, but she stopped him. “No, just pull your cock out, it’s sluttier that way…I want it to be slutty, honey!” He unzipped his pants, his fingers groped inside and pulled his semi-rigid cock out, and her hand immediately grabbed it.

Now dissatisfied with her decision, she told him to unbuckle his belt, pull his pants down and sit on the step in front of her. It would be easier but it would also provide Dave with what he wanted most. Her boyfriend, as he always did, complied with her request. She bent over in an exaggerated position pushing her nose into his balls and then licking them before pulling one into her mouth. Her fingers twisted and turned around the shaft of his hard cock before her mouth moved to the head lapping at the precum spreading across the top. Her fingers loosened their grip and felt the blood-filled veins of his shaft as she slid her fingers up and down the smooth skin of his dick. At times her fingernails raked lightly along the length of his cock and she could feel the blood surging through it.