Cindy Gets Lucky, Thursday

Thursday, Predawn, I Enjoy Some Night Air

I wake up in the quiet darkness and try to recapture the last moments of a very pleasant dream, sliding my hand down into my pajama shorts and gently teasing at my warm, wet lips. I glance over and grab my phone with my free hand. My alarm is due to go off in a minute or two. I silence it and sigh.

That dream will just have to wait, I smile.

Wearing nothing but my pajamas, a thin cotton tank top and shorts, I'd prepared for my little activity when I went to bed. I roll out of the covers and daintily toe my way across the floor. I sweep briskly down the hall and down the stairs and down to the back door, checking the lock is indeed closed and snatching my keys, before slipping back through the house and out the front door. I turn the key in the lock and that's that.

I'm now locked outside in the dead of night in nothing but my skimpy pajamas. Well, locked out with a key... Now, what to do with that...

Part one of the plan was to put the key somewhere I'd have to go get it in part two. But, I'm honestly not totally sure where that ought to be, because, like, I wasn't totally sure how brazen I'd feel, so, uh, I haven't really planned ahead too much. This is... very different than playing with myself in the back yard. And that's already, um, a new concept for me.

However, as my eyes adjust to the dim darkness of the sliver of moonlight, and the full weight of the silence so deep there isn't even a hint of crickets soaks into me, I think I'm starting to feel a little more brazen after all. That wonderful little feeling is rising up in my chest, guiding my eyes all the way to the tree in the middle of the yard across the street.

I bite my lip and let a hand run down my breast, shivering breathily in the warm night air as my fingers pass across soft flesh through thin fabric. My pussy already aches for attention, so I start quickly across our lawn to the street. I eye both directions as I reach the sidewalk, but the street is as quiet as the crickets, and I step out onto the rough concrete.

It was one thrill to step out onto my porch. It is quite another to step out onto the street. But between the darkness and the silence, I'm feeling more and more eager to risk "just one more" thrill.

Standing boldly in the middle of the street, my street, so often busy with cars bustling through the neighborhood, with neighbors jogging or walking dogs, with delivery trucks stopping every few hours, I grab the bottom of my shirt, let my breath catch for a moment, then pull it up over my breasts.

I giggle, giddy with my bare tits exposed to the empty street. I run my fingers over them, my pussy protesting once more in jealousy as I let out a soft moan. Fuck, this feels even more amazing than the storm!

I twirl and bound the rest of the way across the street, grinning with my top clinging snugly above my bare breasts. I let my fingers tease along the curve of my rarely-exposed flesh as it jostles freely with each springy step.

I step up to the white picket fence and lean in, reaching up on my toes, clambering partly up the fence to snag the tip of the lowest hanging branch of the happy little tree spanning their yard, my perky young breasts defying gravity as they dangle freely over the neighbor's yard.

Pulling gently down on the leaf, I bring enough of the branch into reach to slip the key ring over another leaf a little further up, safely looped in behind it on its little shoot. I let the branch go and it springs smoothly back up, perky as a young girls' breasts, that lowest leaf once more just barely in reach, the key well away from me. Now I really am locked out! At least until I get the key again.

But that thrill... I grin.

Just putting the key up there and simply getting it again is hardly the fun part. No, the next step is gonna be the real fun!

Still grinning at my own bare tits, I slip down off the fence, and casually stroll back across the street, imagining myself walking like this in broad daylight. I tug down on my shorts to moon an imagined passerby watching from under the tree behind me, and a hot pulse shoots up me as my skin bares, forcing a gasp out of me and a very happy smile.

I cross my yard, tits and ass hanging out, and bound up the steps, fully stripping off my pajama top as I shove my shorts down my thighs and let them fall. My breath catches and my heart races and I stand there, totally naked on the front porch. I lick my lips, hurrying before I lose my nerve, and scoop up my shorts to join my top in my hands and kneel down in front of the door.

This is the hard part.

As quick as I'd pulled them off, I slip the skimpy bits of cotton that were my only clothing through the old mailslot in our front door and they fall to the floor, well out of reach of the few fingers I can fit through the narrow slot. Testing my experience at fingering slots, I shove a hand in the door, just to prove to myself that I really am well and truly trapped naked out here.

Now it's real. I am locked outside, totally naked, and the only way back in is to cross the street, naked, and get the key out of the tree, naked. To climb up, naked, and reach for the branch, naked, and pull the key down, naked.

Fuck this feels so good!

I can't help it. I indulge myself right there, kneeling on the front porch, pressing a hand against my breast, kneeding my nipple between my knuckles, while the other finally makes its way to my eagerly waiting, tight, wet little pussy. I immediately and easily press my middle and index finger deep inside, my aching slit crushing around them, but so desperately, drippingly wet that they slide smoothly into the happily resisting flesh.

"Fu-uck..." I murmur, collapsing slightly forward. "Save it for the street..." I smile, shivering as I pull my hand out and push myself up.

It was one thing to flash my tits and ass in the street. It is quite another to walk brazenly naked out there. As I step down from the porch and start across the yard, I let my hand wander back between my legs, teasing at my impatient clit as I glance nervously down the street. I am really doing this. I am really naked, walking out into the street.

"Fuck..." I shiver again as my fingers work along my slit while I walk. My bare feet meet rough pavement and I feel the shiver up through my spine again, electric, aching for release. And in a few short steps I'm there, in the middle of the street, naked.

I can't hardly breath. My heart is pumping too fast. I glance, paranoid, down each end of the empty, dead quiet street.

Seven years of gymnastics. This is it. This is the best part, right here.

I lift a leg up, straight up, into a standing split, my pussy spread wide, practically gaping at the night, daring it to fuck me right then and there. I wrap my arm around my leg, holding it up, massaging at my breast as I balance on one foot, and let the other hand finally have at it.

My fingers, already wet with my own juices, shove deep and hard into my achingly hungry slit with a wet, slapping sound that fills the empty quiet.

"Uhng!" I moan, suddenly struggling to keep my balance as my hand pounds noisily at my pussy. The street fills with the mix of wet slap slap slap and my gasping breaths.

I am trapped out here, locked outside, naked, in the middle of the street, with my bare tits on display, my ass and pussy spread wide for anyone to take advantage of, finger fucking myself hard.

It feels... incredible... I'm already so fucking close...

But I can't keep my balance. The ground is rough, my foot hurts, I'm not... I have to admit, I have never practiced this particular maneuver before. I mean, who has? I just can't hold it long enough to get there, and have to let my foot down to catch myself as I finally lose my balance.

Fuck, I just need to get inside and finish off. I need it so bad.

Gasping, my legs aching from holding that pose for too long, I look up at the tree branch. I can just make out the key in the dark from here. I stumble over to the fence, and climb half up it again, naked this time, my breasts still skillfully defying gravity as I reach up and tug gently down on that lowest leaf.

A flash of headlights splash over the tree.

My heart, racing from the anticipation of a climax denied, skips a beat, or maybe it's stopped entirely, I'm not sure... Panicking, I dive into the yard in front of me, tumbling across the soft grass, scrambling to press my naked body back against the white picket fence, hoping the narrow slats are at least tight enough to disguise my bare skin.

As I sit here in this seemingly endless moment, adrenaline pumping through my veins, my back against rough wood, my legs splayed in front of me, my fingers wet with my own juices, I just can't wait for my room. I toss aside the broken bit of leaves and branch and unabashedly satisfy my aching slit.

"Fuck yes..." I sigh, shivering, my hips rocking against my hand as the headlights peak and pass, the sound of the car rushing by. I even feel the vibration of the car passing behind me, the sensation, the closeness of it drives my hand to start pressing into me faster and harder.

Now it's the dark quiet of the neighbor's yard that's filled with my wet slapping, my breathy sighs turned aching moans.

My eyes flit up momentarily to the branch hiding my only way inside. My breath already starting to catch, it suddenly seems like so much work, I might as well stay out here and finish.

But... Is that branch at a different angle than before? When I hung the key up, it was pointed down. Now, it's pointed up. The part I tore off must have been weighing it down...

My hand and my breath freeze. I could barely reach before. There's no way I can reach that branch now!

I leap up and sprint over to the tree. I stare up at the branch. It's definitely the one, and the leaf I hung the key on is still up there, pointed well away from me now. There's no way I can reach that.

I am totally fucked.

Swallowing, I try jumping for it. Not even close. I bounce a few times, trying to put as much push into my legs as I can, ignoring how wildly my bare tits and ass are likewise bouncing. This is seriously bad news, I am so screwed.

Winded, breathing heavy after bouncing too hard and fast I bend over, glowering up at the uncooperative branch, unsure if my heart is racing more from the exertion or the panic.

I am totally naked. Like, totally totally naked, with no way to get inside or get clothes. People are going to start waking up before too long. Someone has already driven by!

My head feels light. I double over onto my knees. This is so bad. I look up at the tree, ready to cry.

From that angle, I can see the twig I'd put the key on pretty clearly.

It's empty.

I frown and lean to the side. Definitely empty.

I huff and look down, glancing around. There it is. Maybe six feet away. It must have flung off when I'd jumped at the car.

The panic vanishes as quickly as it'd come on, and the adrenaline it pumped into my veins is starting to have a very different effect as I scoop up the keys and glance back across the street.

I barely make it across to my own yard before my fingers are practically attacking my clit. "Oh fuck..." I can't wait to get up to my room!

Or rather, getting up to my room can wait. People aren't getting up just yet. I'm safe, with the key, in my own yard. I can take a minute to take care of things now...

Barely to the middle of the yard, I stumble to my knees and fall quickly on my back, my fingers immediately digging deep and fast.

"Oh fuck yes!" I gasp, spreading my legs into the air as I slam my hand hard against my pussy and my fingers deep inside it, my other hand massaging rough and fast against my clit.

In the otherwise quiet of the neighborhood, my soft wet sounds stand out, the only thing daring to break the silence.

Until the sounds of rubber on pavement in the distance. I freeze, so achingly close I can feel it, and listen. The familiar grinding of chains and gears. Someone on a bike. Coming this way.

And I'm not just naked now, my legs are splayed wide, and my fingers are buried in my snatch, all while laying in the middle of our yard!

It's dark-ish where I am. It might be riskier to move and possibly catch their eye. It might even be dark enough that someone passing by on a bike, eyes adjusted to the street lights, might just imagine all they see is a bush in the middle of the yard.

And I shave, so it won't be mine! Ha.

I freeze, knees up, fingers deep in my pussy, trying desperately to stop it pulsating around them, and just watch as some guy on a bike pedals right on by none the wiser.

"Oh fu-uck..." Oh fuck indeed, he can't be out of earshot yet. It doesn't matter at this point, I need it too bad. I can still hear that soft grinding of the bike chain as I start pounding my fingers in again to feel that wonderful feeling rising.

"Fuck!" My face tightens and so does my pussy as I felt the orgasm too long denied rush into me. I don't care about the car or the tree or the bike or the people waking up soon, all I want is to push myself up that hill and over the top and there it is and it is indeed absolutely wonderful...

"Engh!" I squeak into the night, clamping my teeth tightly, my body straining as my fingers slap into me, one pair of lips far less careful about the noise than the other. My back arches, lifting my pussy up for the viewing pleasure or the next possible biker as I slam into myself, grateful that the intensity is now swallowing screams of pleasure I could never have contained. My body shivers violently against the dark.

I grind my fingers gently and deeply as I tease the last of the orgasm out of myself in soft little shudders until I finally collapse limply into the grass. I lay there, sighing, letting my breath slow until it gets deeper and deeper, the warmth in my chest easing beautifully into the soft morning breeze.

Best. Orgasm. Ever.

I catch myself nearly dozing off in the heady after glow, and shake awake. Inside. I have to get inside still. Then sleep.

Well, a little sleep.

Thursday, Before School, I Lose All My Underwear

I blink awake against the morning light, frowning. It was worth it, but maybe only barely. I'm awful sleepy... I yawn to the slow realization that my phone making that characteristic text buzz noise is what pulled me awake.

I let one hand lazily slide down under the covers and tease at the smooth skin between my thighs as the other finds its way to my night stand and my phone. I pull it up; it's him. I smile and let my other hand find a little wetness in anticipation, imagining Master waking up with morning wood after dreaming about me just to go straight to looking at that picture of me "in my dress".

I let my finger press inside, and a soft shudder slips out of my lips.

"I'm thinking a loose tank top, some tight running shorts, and a matching bra and panty set today, babe"

"I can prolly throw some things together..."

I let my ever-hungry wetness be for a moment and roll out of bed. A loose tank top is easy, but the closest thing I have to running shorts is probably the pajama bottoms from last night. They'll do, I guess, but they're a little tight around the backside, and a little loose around the waist... And a pair of kinda fancy blue and white striped bra and panties are maybe my only really "matching" set.

I pull my covers flat and lay the clothes out on the bed. I'm about to snap a pic of the bed when I catch myself in the mirror, standing there naked next to the outfit, and get a much better idea!

"How's this?" I send the carefully-framed shot and let my mind wander back to thoughts of his hand under his covers...

"You look incredible, babe"

"Oopsie ^.~" I (reluctantly) pull on the panties and pick up the bra.

"Wanna walk to school together?" I don't stop grinning the whole time I finish dressing.

When we meet up, it's all I can do to keep my hands out of my panties. It doesn't help that we barely make it a block before he gives me my first order of the day. Second after the clothes, I guess.

"You look great in that outfit, babe. But something's not quite right."

"What's wrong, Master?" I frown. Am I disappointing him?

"I need somewhere for your snacks today." My frown vanishes.

"But Master, I'm already wearing my underwear, I would have to take these shorts off to take off my panties!" I can feel the heat rising just thinking about it.

"Why do you think I didn't pick a skirt?" I could masturbate just thinking about that grin. "Here, this corner of the alley is pretty secluded." He leads me over between a fence and a garage, taking my bag.

"What do you want me to do, Master?" I bite my lip in anticipation.

"Give me your panties." My heart jumps as he says it out loud.

"Yes Master..." I shiver, pulling my shorts down and gently stepping out of them, leaving me in the blue and white striped panties right here in the alley. With my shorts in one hand, my panties swiftly follow to the other. I obediently hold the striped cloth out, my shorts clutched close, standing there bottomless in the clear morning light. A very different sensation than last night, so much less exposed and yet so much more...

"Thank you babe!" So cheerful! "And the bra, too, of course." He reaches out and takes the shorts from my other hand too, presumably so I can take off the bra.

Now, I could certainly take the bra off without needing to do anything with the top at all, but I'm not going to miss an opportunity to get naked in front of him for the first time!

I unceremoniously pull my shirt up over my head, handing it straight to him this time as I reach back and unhook the bra. I slip it down my arms and off to him as well, grinning as hard as his cock obviously is!

"Holy fuck you are hot." After watching his pants tighten in real time, I wonder if I can actually smile even harder than that, and ponder the need for a direct comparison, my mouth to his cock. "Like, just, incredibly beautiful." He slips my entire outfit into the pocket on the front of his hoodie and takes a few steps back. My smile grows precipitously as he pulls out his phone. "Do you mind?"

"New contact photo, Master?" I attempt what I imagine is a sexy pose, shoulders back, one hand gently cupping my best, the other sliding down my hip toward my smooth little lips.

"Shame to replace the one from this morning so soon, but, holy hell babe." He snaps a pic and futzes with his phone before turning it to show me. There I am. Naked. In broad daylight. I swallow. "I'm tempted to see how far you can walk like this, but..." He untangles the clothes from the underwear and hands me the suddenly very thin-seeming shorts and shirt. "You do have an exam this morning, don't you?" That smile!

I dress, again reluctantly, and we continue off to school. It actually feels surprisingly nice to walk farther than across the street in the shorts with nothing under them. I mean, they are pajama shorts, after all.

But no bra under the "loose" tank top...

Well, let's just say I am very happy I have enough boobs for it to look good, at least!

Thursday, Second Period, I Need My Bra

"I think I should put my bra on, Master..." I can't decide whether to feel mortified or flattered by what I just witnessed...

"Well, shoot, all I've got ready are your panties..." He holds them out and I instantly grin, momentarily forgetting the theoretically harrowing experience of my chemistry exam.

"Mmmmm..." I murmur, likewise forgetting the other students swarming around us as I suck his delicious cum off my pretty blue and white striped panties. It is so, so good, so savory, or maybe, umami or whatever, and fuck if it doesn't make me practically dripping wet to feel it on my tongue... "Mnnn..." I sigh.

"So... The exam went well, then?" I snap back to reality and quickly pull the now-only-spit-soaked panties out of my mouth, palming them out of sight.

"Um, I'm not sure, Master." I swallow, but the taste still permeates my senses and I can't help but smile at it. "I think my teacher noticed..."

"You caught him enjoying your spectacular tits, babe?" I blush.

"Definitely."

"You know for sure he enjoyed the view?"

"... definitely." I bite my lip.

"Tell me how you knew, babe." He knows how I know. I know he knows it.

"I watched his dick get super hard, Master." My face breaks into a grin admitting it. Okay, maybe I am more flattered than mortified after all.

"So what was wrong?" He's gonna make me say it!

"I shouldn't just go around making every guy who looks at me hard, Master..." I flutter my lashes at him matter-of-factly.

"Yes, you should." He reaches out and his finger tips graze my breast, nothing but thin cloth separating them. I shiver slightly. "... and that's an order."

I bite my lip again. "Yes Master..."

Thursday, Lunch, I Earn My Bra

"So every time I bend over, they ride down in the front and up in the back, see?" We snuck into the sound booth above the stage again and I am illustrating to Master an "issue" I have "discovered" with my short shorts by turning away from him, bending waaaay down so he can see the tight backside ride all the way up into my butt crack, the supportive fabric enhancing my supple ass cheeks, a hint of something pressing against the cotton between my thighs. And then I turn back around to show him the tippy top of my slit starting to peak out the very edge of the loose waist band in front, the smooth-shaven swell above it totally bared for any and all to enjoy.

"Good thing you had the good sense not to put those panties on, then," He slides his fingers along the top of my shorts, his nails gently sliding past my achingly wet pussy.

"It's even worse when I have to reach across a desk or something..." I turn, sliding my backpack onto the table behind me and leaning across it. I reach back as I lean and generously yank the crotch of my shorts up my backside, forcing the waist band in front to actually shift between my thighs, baring a significant swatch of snatch right at him. Not for the first time, I suppose...

"Hmm, where have I seen this before..." I gasp quietly as I feel his fingers tease gently at the exposed skin between my legs.

"Oh, Master..." My breath comes in starts as he traces between my wet lips, dipping gently in before pulling away.

"Mmm, you're delicious too..." My heart feels light, so deliciously happy about what he's tasting.

Ka-chunk! The door opens behind me and I nearly fall off the table, partly spilling my backpack on the floor. "You kids aren't supposed to be in here." Dave the security guard menaces over us as I try not to freak the fuck out while discreetly discerning just how much of my pussy is staring at him. He doesn't seem to be staring back, so maybe I'm safe...

"Uh-" Master starts, but in a flash of inspiration I realize I might have this one covered.

"We have a key!" I intercede, stepping between Master and Dave, swinging my backpack up in front of me. "It's in here..." They give students the key when they're allowed to be in there, it's like a de facto pass. I do not have a key, but I do have a plan...

"I know it's in here..." I push the backpack against my chest as I rummage through it with one hand, slowly sliding the bag down my front. I can feel the straps on my tank top straining, but I can tell it isn't getting low enough for my tits to pop out.

Time to improvise!

I yank the few remaining items out of the bag, slapping them on the table, and lift the backpack up above my head, making as though I'm looking for the key to fall out, but also totally accidentally, unintentionally and unexpectedly hooking the bottom of my top with my thumbs. On accident. Oopsies ~.^

I stand there for a full thirty seconds with my shirt obviously up in front of my face as I shake the backpack above my head, my bared boobs bouncing right in front of Dave (and Master).

Shockingly, no key appears.

"I can't find it." I frown, dropping the backpack to my side but letting my top tangle up in a mess above my breasts. "Maybe I dropped it?"

"I've seen enough here." Judging by the bulge on the front of his pants, he certainly seems interested in seeing more to me. "Pick up your things and go and I'll forget I saw you two." He nods at my mess of school junk mostly on the floor now. "Go on."

I try bending over for him as I pick things up too, but the whole "my pussy is escaping" gag was mostly faked to show off for Master. These shorts are not nearly that bad about that without a lot of coaxing, really.

"Now, aren't you glad I hadn't given you your bra yet?" Master says after, as we head down the hall.

"You do seem to make a lot of good, solid points about my underwear, Master..." I nod.

Thursday, Fifth Period, I Love The Feel of His Cum on My Tits

By the time we meet up on the way to fifth period math, I am so over-stimulated I half expect that if I eat his cum I'll cum myself! So instead, when he hands me my cum-filled bra in a discreet corner of the library, instead of lapping up the two surprisingly full little bowls of white goop, I deftly slip it up under my tank top, onto my shoulders and reach back and hook it on, all without tasting a drop.

I can feel his cum pressing, sticking, cold and thick, against my skin. I can feel it clinging to my nipples, a gooey glob particularly noticeable against my left nipple, in fact...

"I didn't expect that..." He smirks, and I bite my lip, realizing my attempt to lessen the excitement might be backfiring...

"Well, you know, not that hungry after lunch and all..." I shrug as we head out toward class, goop squishing distractingly across flesh with the motion.

"We didn't eat?" He laughs.

"I did, Master." I grin, catching his eye on my cleavage.

The bra doesn't entirely fit under my low-riding top after all the strain it's endured today, so the edges of the cups are peering out with my cleavage. And my bra appears to not be the only thing spilling out. Pressing against my tits has clearly squeezed some of his cum up around the edges of the cups. A bit is even starting to dribble down between my boobs!

I slide my finger in, scooping it up into my mouth. A little taste won't hurt... "Mmm... lunch of champions!" I grin, smacking my lips noisily around my finger as we quickly come up to the classroom.

"I'm glad you like it so much." I follow him to our regular corner in the back as the students quickly settle in before class starts.

"Oh, Master, it really is the most delicious thing I've ever tasted." I pull out my book and notebook and set them on the desk before leaning across to him and giving up the game into his ear in a whisper just as the bell rings: "And I don't think I've ever been so fucking horny in my life as I am right now, Master, with my tits covered in your cum."

Thursday, After School, Fool Me and I Won't Get Fooled Again

"How long did you know?" Frankly, I'm surprised he's this surprised.

"Know what, Master?" Walking down the empty alley toward home, I very un-stealthily shove a finger into my bra and scoop out a healthy glob of goo, wiping it just as conspicuously along the top of my cleavage. "That this wasn't yogurt?" I motion to my new boob decor.

"You knew all along, eh?"

"Nah, I'll admit, you had me fooled at first." I shrug. "You know, it's not very nice to trick pretty little girls into eating your cum, Master."

"Hey, you're the one who said it was yogurt!" He is right. "It was so fucked up that you just randomly ate it, and then you totally loved it, I had no idea what to do."

"Well, what can I say, but, I fucking love guzzling your cum, Master." I breath in heavy, feeling it rubbing against my tits. "It's the tits!" I snicker.

"But, well, okay, the effect it has on me..." I continue, shaking my head. "It's beyond knowing that it's your cum, like, seriously, that afternoon, as soon as I got home and found that last bit on my pussy and ate it, I was so weirdly turned on I, uh..." I can't believe I'm about to say this. "I fingered myself right in front of the living room window..."

"You do seem to enjoy risky behavior..." He raises an eyebrow.

"But it was from the cum, even before I realized I was eating cum!" I'm maybe taking about this a little too loudly. "Of course, realizing that made me cum, and then you texted me about making more, and..."

"Wait, you were masturbating thinking about me as I was jerking off thinking about you?"

"Yes, Master." I smile my sweetest smile.

"You do this kind of risky behavior a lot?"

"Never! Nothing at all like any of this, not until I accidentally flashed you Monday, and even that night, I couldn't stop thinking about it while I was studying in the back yard and... well... and then last night, in the storm, after being with you in that dress, I found myself out there again, totally naked in the rain, you know, fingers in my pussy and all, it was... incredible... so fucking good..."

"You are my horny little slut, aren't you?" My heart spins unexpectedly at him saying that. I really am, and I love it!

"I am!"

"You're what, babe?"

I beam with pride. "I'm Master's horny little cumslut!" Again, too loud!

"Well, I think I should take good care of my cumslut, shouldn't I?" I nod eagerly. "You get to the sound booth tomorrow morning at seven thirty, put all your clothes on the table and wait for me wearing nothing but a blindfold."

"Yes Master!" I'm so freaking excited.

"Will that make your third time being naked some place risky, between the storm and the alley this morning?" He seems very interested in my "risky behavior".

"Um... Not counting the living room window, I guess it's the fourth, what with last night..." I lick my lips, waiting for him to ask.

"Last night?" Hehe, he'll love this!

"Last night, I snuck outside in my jammies and locked all the doors and took my key across the street and hung it on a tree and came back to my house." I pause, waiting for him to point out that...

"So, not naked?"

"Mmm, yes Master, not yet. But then I took my jammies and pushed them through the mail slot." I motion shoving them in there. "So I was locked out of the house naked and the only way to get back in was to go across the street and get the key out of a tree on the middle of the neighbor's yard, naked." I pause again, waiting...

"Did you?"

"Not right away... Did you know I used to take gymnastics?" I take a step back.

"I did not."

"Well, Master, my plan was to go to the middle of the road, totally naked, stand under the streetlight, and do this..." I lift my leg up, sliding a hand between my thighs, strategically positioning the leg of my shorts to bare my pussy at him. "And this..." I shove two fingers in and gasp, pumping a few thrusts before going off balance and dropping my leg back down.

"Holy shit, what if someone saw you!?"

"Someone almost did!" I laugh, "I mean, I couldn't hold it long enough to, you know, but, then, when I was going to get the key, a car came by!" I pause. This is fun!

"What'd you do?"

"I hopped the fence into the neighbor's yard! They didn't see me, but I was so turned on at that point I decided to finish right then and there."

"In the neighbor's yard?! What if they, you know, just happened to look outside?"

"They didn't. Plus, I didn't finish there either. The key had fallen out of the tree and I had to go find it, only I didn't know that so I was jumping up and down, totally naked, under this tree for like ten minutes!"

"But it'd fallen?"

"Ya, and when I realized I felt so dumb, but, like, the adrenaline from jumping and stuff, oh man, I was going insane! I barely made it back to my yard before collapsing and just going at it like crazy!"

"So you finally came?"

"No! Some dude came by on his bike and I was like, oh noes, if I move he'll see me, so I froze, like, on my back, legs up in the air, fingers buried in my pussy, just sitting there, an inch between orgasm and catastrophy!"

"He saw you!?"

"No! Just rode right on by, not ten feet away! I came almost instantly as soon as he passed, though!" I laughed. "All that naked me shoving my fingers in my pussy and no one saw anything."

"That's fucking insane."

Too insane?

"I love it, babe, you're so fucking hot, you have no idea." He's blown away, oh my god, he loves it! Yay!

"So it's okay?"

"It's more than okay, keep doing it, whatever you want. Anything. And tell me all about it."

I love him!

"I want you to enjoy your incredibly beautiful body as much as you want." I will! "But how about, just for a fun game, try no orgasms for now until I say so. What do you think?"

"So, do something fun like that, but don't cum?"

"Ya. Save it for me. Will you do that? For me?"

"Yes Master!"

Thursday, Getting Home, Someone Saw Everything

Master headed off his way, so I walk the last block alone, dreaming up what to do without cumming tonight, and I hear someone call out.

"Hey there! Do you have a sec?" It's the guy from across the street, with the tree, standing by his fence. We've met a few times. I... don't remember his name at all.

"Hey," I suddenly am very conscious of the conspicuous glob of goo still prominently on my chest as I cross the street toward him.

"Hi! I'm Jeff, what's your name?" He holds out a hand and I shake it, also suddenly very conscious of where those fingers were just moments ago.

"Cindy."

"You, uh, just getting home from school, Cindy?" Oh god, he's definitely staring at the cum on my tits.

"Um, ya."

"Have you ever heard of a ring camera, Cindy?" No?

"No?"

"Ah, well, you see, my doorbell has this cool camera built in, so you can see who's ringing it, kinda neat, right?"

"Um, ya, that's cool." Oh shit.

"It even has this cool cloud app, here, look" He pulls out his phone and opens it up and there we are, standing there, in really high resolution, even...

I swallow. I suddenly notice my heart beating very hollow thuds.

"It's got neat features, like night vision and motion detection, and it's all in the cloud and everything..."

I feel dizzy.

"So, like, it's all automated, right? And it'll, say, see if someone comes by, you know, any time day or night, and it'll notice the motion and just start recording..." He taps a video.

Oh shit. Oh fuck. Shit. That's... it's got... that's me... he's playing a really high resolution video of me fingering myself in the street and... his yard... and bouncing up and down... oh god...

"Seems like a good time, eh Cindy?"

"What... what do you..." I can't breath... It's getting blurry... I... "What do you want..."

"What?" He seems genuinely confused.

"Please... Jeff.... Please don't..." I can feel the tears coming...

"Oh my god, Cindy, no, I -" He quickly deletes the video, then goes to the video list and deletes any others from that entire night.

I blink, my breath returning, and look at him blearily.

"I, uh, I just meant, shit, I didn't, uh, fuck, I didn't mean to..."

He isn't threatening me. He's... he's trying to show me the cloud ring thingy? He's trying to keep me safe?

... and from the look of that raging erection, he clearly enjoyed watching those videos either way...

I sniff, getting a little huffy at being accosted like this by some horny dude. "So, what, did you jerk off to me and then feel guilty or something?"

"Oh god I -" Now it's his turn to panic.

Kinda funny, though... and hot now that I think about...

"You did, didn't you?" I snort, grinning at him, "You rubbed one out to the little girl across the street playing with herself!"

"Cindy, I..."

"Your cock was as hard as it is now, and you stroked it staring at my tits," I shove up on the bottom of them, pressing them together, "Watching me finger my tight, wet, little pussy," I slide both hands down and pulls open the front of my shorts, his eyes involuntarily peering right down at my total lack of panties, "Right here, right where you're standing now, I was naked and so fucking close to cumming, finger fucking my little pussy so hard..." I ran a hand down into my shorts at if in illustration.

He looks deliciously uncomfortable. He must be really fucking turned on by me!

"I bet you came all over the fucking place, I bet even now you're just imagining my lips wrapped around your fat cock, sucking you off right here through the slats in your cute little white picket fence." I pull my hand from my shorts and motion like I'm stroking his cock through the fence.

He looks scared.

"Say it. Admit that you jerked off to me."

"I... I did..."

"Did what?"

"I jerked off to you..."

I stare at him for an uncomfortably long time, mostly trying to hide my very bizarre excitement, then shrug. "Shame." I frown, feigning nonchalance. "Waste of perfectly delicious cum..." I reach down and wipe my boob decoration off my tits and slip it into my mouth.

"Wait, is that actually..."

"Maybe..." I smile, sucking my finger and eying his obvious erection. "Tell you what, Jeff. I promised someone I wouldn't cum until they told me I was allowed. You do the same for me, and I'll make it worth the wait..." I run my finger down his chest, stopping short of his waist.

"Fuck, Cindy, you..." He shakes his head, then laughs nervously. "Holy hell, I might just cum talking to you, fuck!"

Fuck that makes me horny as fuck...

"Hmm, well, if you can hold it, maybe I will suck you off right through this fence, could be fun..." I thunk-thunk-thunk my hand absent-mindedly along the slats.

"Fuck, okay, I'm sold." He shrugs. "Not until you let me."

"Don't worry." I beam at him sweetly. "It won't be long!" I turn and stroll back home.

Thursday Night, Neighbor's House, Not Long At All

"I told you it wouldn't be long!" I beam sweetly again.

"I like your jacket," Jeff glances down at my bare skin going all the way up to it.

"Oh, you know, it keeps me dry," I unzip it briskly and let it spill open, showing off my bare tits and skimpy thong as I drop the hood and let the jacket fall off my shoulders down to my elbows. "And yet, somehow, I'm still so wet..."

Jeff just looks stunned, frozen. Well, every part of him except one... This is kinda really fun!

"Are you going to invite me in?" I let the jacket drop the rest of the way onto the porch, then step up close to him in nothing but the thong and run my finger down his chest again, "Or do you just wanna have a few beers out on the porch with me?"

"I, uh, I don't have any beer..." He shakes his head. "But, please, come in..."

"Okie dokie!" I smile and turn, bending theatrically over to ride my thong up between my ass cheeks at him as I pick up my jacket. I stand and step in, quickly pressing my nearly naked body into his to squeeze through the doorway he's filling before he can get out of the way.

"Allow me to take your jacket." I hand it to him and he hangs it on a hook by the door. "How about a Scotch? I've got an open bottle of Aberlour, very nice finish."

"That sounds lovely." I smile, the topless teenager in nothing but her sluttiest thong, casually chatting with her much older neighbor.

"Um, I've got a fire going, why don't you warm up from the rain while I grab us some drinks?"

His stuff is nice. Like, really nice. I didn't know houses in this neighborhood had fire places. I sit in the sofa by the fire. It actually feels really good on my bare skin. Like, really good...

"Here you are." He hands me a nearly empty little glass of brown liquid and sits on the loveseat adjacent to my sofa. I frown. This is going all wrong.

"This..." I stand, holding out the glass, "is not much to drink." I cross over to the loveseat and flop into it, kicking my legs into his lap. I look down at the glass, teasing it casually back and forth across my nipples. "It's barely a mouthful..." The cool glass feels really good with the warmth of the fire...

"You don't drink much, do you, Cindy?"

"No..." I pout.

"Not everyone likes Scotch, so, just, be aware... Just a sip." He pauses and I continue teasing my glass across my nipples. "To erasing another ring video!" He holds his glass out toward me.

"To many more where that came from!" I lean forward and ting my glass against his. He takes a sip and so do I, my feet still lounging in his lap.

It's... amazing. It's like the same feeling as with the cum. There's a complexity to the flavor. Something incredible. Something that reaches down into my soul and runs its fingers through my pussy lips and my whole body tingles at the taste.

"Mmm, holy fuck, that's so good!" I cough lightly, "I've never tasted... I mean... Like, I recently found I also like the taste of... Well, I like one guy's... You said people don't usually like this?"

"It can be an acquired taste." He takes another sip. "It's rather interesting how much you seem to like it at first blush."

"I've recently learned there are some unusual things I enjoy the taste of. Maybe this..." I jostle the glass, "is less surprising than some others?" I take another sip and sigh the flavor back out in a breath. "Fuck that's good." I don't even cough at all this time, but I do knead my feet absently in his lap as I let the tingle flow through me. God, I practically can feel the taste in my pussy...

"Trying to get comfortable?" He nods at my feet moving about.

"Oh, no, just..." Well, actually... "Well, actually, there is something... But it's a little embarrassing..."

"What's that?" He sips.

"My thong does tend to, um, ride up in the back a bit..." I lift a leg to show him how much it's slid up into my butt crack, "See?"

"I see..." He traces a finger along where my thong disappears. "Do you need to get that addressed?"

"Oh, gosh, would you mind?" I smile sweetly, dropping my leg back into his lap, "that'd be delightful!" I take a sip, and tingle again. "So good..." I mutter.

"Oh, uh, sure. What should I..." He sets down his glass.

"Here, it's an easy fix, just reach up and..." I guide his hands to my hips, "and grab here, yes, like that, perfect"

"Okay, now what?" He looks up at me, knowing but expectant.

"Pull." I shrug and smile and sip and tingle. And he pulls.

The thong takes some force to separate from its home between my butt cheeks, but I lift my legs and he slides it off the rest of the way easily after that.

"Slippery when wet?" He smiles.

"It's my sluttiest piece of clothing, by far." I nod and sip and tingle. It feels so good! "In fact, if my mom found out I even own that..." I snort.

"Sounds like you ought to leave it here, then."

"Definitely!" I sip. Tingle. "It's true, though."

"True?"

I lift my leg up and hook it behind his head, sliding toward him on the loveseat and spreading my thighs. "See? Very slippery." I nod, spreading my pussy with one hand and teasing the glass against my nipple again with the other. "Go on..."

He reaches out, his finger tips just barely grazing my labia.

"Mmmmm..." I squirm around him and he slides a finger between my lips.

"Ah, I see, slippery indeed." He presses in and I let out a soft moan.

"Mngh..." I shiver and sip and tingle and frown. "Oh fuck, Jeff, you've gotta stop or I'll break my promise..."

"Darn." He pulls his hand out and up to his mouth, sucking off my juices gently. "I guess neither of us will be cumming tonight." He half smiles.

I sip my last sip, tipping the glass back steeply. I shiver with an audible sigh.

"Unless I give you permission..." I lick my lips and sit up, spreading my legs wide to slide in close enough for my bare breasts to press into his arm as tightly as my pussy grinds into his hip, one of my legs across his lap, the other nearly hooked behind my shoulder. "Jeff, if I told you to take your cock out for me right now, would you?

"Should I?" He sets down his glass.

"Do you need me to command you, Jeff?" I smile at the thought, leaning gently back.

"I think I might just do whatever you say, Cindy." His eyes scan between my breasts against him and my pussy lips, wet and open wide.

"Show me your cock, Jeff." I spread my legs just a little wider, putting my thigh across his knees to make room, and rest my own glass on my thigh.

"Okay." He nods, quickly unzipping and fishing out his very hard cock.

"Did I make you that hard, Jeff?" I smile at the stiff flesh mere inches from my hand holding my glass.

"Yeah, definitely."

"Does my naked body pressed against you make you want to stroke it, Jeff?"

"For sure."

"Stroke it for me, Jeff." His hand is on his cock before I finish the sentence. "Show me what you do when you think about me..."

"Fuck, Cindy..."

"Look at my tits, Jeff. Do my tits make you want to cum, Jeff? All over my young, perky tits?"

"Yes, your tits are fucking incredible."

"Did I give you permission to cum yet?" His hand suddenly slows a lot.

"No..."

"Does my pussy make you want to cum? Do you want to stuff your cock deep inside my tight, wet teen pussy and pump it full of your hot, thick cum, Jeff?"

"Fuck, Cindy, please..." His hand is pumping in fits now. He wants to finish, but he's trying not to.

"How about my ass, Jeff? Do you want to bend my young body over that white picket fence and fuck me in the ass, Jeff?"

"Yes, fuck Cindy, I want you so bad..."

I hold my glass down next to his pumping hand, tilting it toward the tip of his cock. "Point it right here Jeff," he tilts his cock into my glass, "and imagine me on top of you, grinding down on your cock, moaning in ecstacy, ungh, ungh, UNGH!" I am very convincing.

He's really holding himself back! This is so hot...

"Jeff."

"Cindy..."

"Cum." He bursts instantly into the glass, cum splattering across the far side, his hand pumping as spurt after spurt shoots out while I watch.

There's almost as much in there as there was scotch.

He seems to stop, and I wipe the lip off the glass against the tip of his cock to snag the last little bit, holding up the glass and swirling it in front of my eyes theatrically.

"Good color, excellent bouquet..." I sniff it and my pussy shivers in anticipation of that wonderful delight it felt the first time I tasted Master's 'yogurt.' My mouth waters, nearly as wet as my pussy.

I tilt the glass back and take a long sip of the thick cum.

The flavor is wonderful. It mixes with the scotch, and they are perfect together. My breath catches. My legs tighten around Jeff. I can feel his hand on my thigh and I ache for it in my pussy.

"Fuck that's good..." I sigh at him, breathing hard. "Mmm..." I lean back to catch my breath.

"Fuck, Cindy, you're..." He just stares at me, eyes wide.

"A horny little cumslut?" I raise my glass and tilt it back for one last dribble.

"A truly amazing young woman." He shakes his head. "You're amazing, Cindy."

I blush at his sincerity before deciding not to let it get to my head. "Well, thank you, but..." I unhook my leg from behind him and hand him the glass. "I am also a high school senior and should probably get back to bed." I smile, pulling myself up.

He sets the glass on the table. "Allow me to get your coat." He stands and goes off towards the door and I wander slowly after him.

He hands me my jacket and I pull it on, leaving it dangling open in front, my tits and pussy still in plain view. "Thank you for the delightful evening, Jeff." I smile sweetly up at him as he holds the door for me.

"The pleasure was all mine." He smiles and I smirk at his limp dick still dangling out the front of his pants.

"Maybe this time, but remember, you've still gotta wait until the next time I come by!" I smirk and bounce an eyebrow at him and turn into the rain.

In the sense of isolation of the soft drizzle swallowing me, I can feel my heart lift. I've figured out something new. Something really, really cool.

It's all cum. Not just Master's.

I fucking love cum.

...

And Scotch!