Carol's Trip - Observed

Carol's Dream - To Be Observed

This was supposed to be an Illustrated story, but Literotica's new rules mean that the images of Carol have been deleted and I'm publishing it here in the Exhibitionist and Voyeur category.

Jack - My wife Carol had always been fascinated by the thought that someone would be watching her. Like a lot of women, she wanted to be desired, but it was more than this. She wanted to be the object of a man's full attention and she often dressed to try to get that reaction. What was funny is that she would be completely oblivious that there was actually a man - or a group of men - looking at her. It was enough for her that she knew she was attractive, she dressed in such a way that men could see her body and she often put herself in situations that it was possible to be seen. It was her dream; in her mind that she imagined a man looking at her, wanting to see more of her, getting hard as he looked at her and wanting to fuck her.

Carol had a lot of nice clothes that she liked to wear to attract the sort of attention she thought about. She particularly liked the beach outfits from Wicked Weasel which weren't really designed for swimming but for getting the maximum tan on the beach - there wasn't a lot of the fabric covering her. Some of the outfits were so skimpy and see-through that she might as well have been naked - which suited her well. She would also wear short dresses with no bra and sometimes no panties either. They made her feel sexy and there's no doubt that she moved differently when she wore them. I would sometimes watch her in a shopping mall or in a crowded street to see how she casually moved and I certainly saw the guys stare at her, so I knew she was getting the effect she wanted.

To help feed my wife's fantasies, I had started to take some photos of Carol in these bikinis and had a nice collection of all types - portraits, lingerie, swimsuit, art-nude. I'd even posted some of them online and we both enjoyed seeing the reaction they got. I'd taken some rather more erotic ones for my "private" collection as well, which Carol wanted me to share with guys she particularly thought about.

I'll give you another "for instance." I'll tell you about a trip which Carol and I took several years ago. We decided to visit some old friends who used to live nearby but who had moved north about 5 hours drive from where we now were and with a vacant lot next door which we were thinking we might buy. They had always kept in touch with us and we had visited them a couple of times before. When we arrived at our friends' place, we settled in and started to relax a bit. The girls were chatting together in the kitchen and Bill and I sat on the balcony enjoying the view across the valley and having a cold beer. It was close to 7pm so it was starting to get a bit darker with the sun just going behind the hills.

We grabbed a fresh beer and went for a wander around the property (it is about 5 acres), ending up in the garage/shed, discussing our 4wds, as guys do. I noticed he had a couple of magazines, so I pick one up and started thumbing through it. It was the usual girly type, and as I flicked through the pictures, I said, "I would love to be a professional photographer. I've been practicing taking shots of Carol recently."

Bill asked, "What type of shots have you taken?"

I said, "Similar to what's in this magazine."

He said, "Carol's gorgeous; I'd love to see the ones you've taken. I'd love to be able to get some of my wife Jenny as well."

"Actually, I have a few of the photos I've taken in the glove box of my car. I'll go and get them." I went to get them out while Bill checked that nobody was coming to check on us. I flicked through the photos and let Bill look through them. There were a few fully nude pictures but nothing too sexual and none of the more playful and erotic photos and videos like I have now with her toys.

Bill was most appreciative of them and said, "I'd love to see more any time."

I said, "I love taking them and looking at them and Carol likes me taking them. but the real thing is so much better to look at and she likes being looked at as well."

He said, "Wow! I'm available any time to see Carol if she really likes that."

"Well, she likes it to be in secret. She likes the idea of being seen without her knowing that she's being watched." I put the pictures away and we continued to wander around the grounds.

Eventually, we got back to the house. It was fairly large with a couple of bedrooms upstairs and a study and guest suite downstairs. We wandered around the back of the house, past the back door, the laundry and the guest bathroom and past the window to our bedroom which was downstairs, then further on we came to the fence which was about 20 metres from the house and looked at the vacant block next door which Carol and I were thinking of buying.

We were standing at the fence looking back at the house when the bedroom light came on and we could see Carol and Jenny enter the room and start unpacking our bags.

I said, "Its lucky there are no near neighbours as they can see right in. I'll have to make sure that I close the curtains later."

Bill smiled and said, "You don't have to do that if don't want to. I won't be upset if you left them open a bit." We smiled at each other and both knew what the other was thinking and knew that I would leave enough to see through.

While we had stood there chatting, it had become a lot darker and I saw Jenny leave the bedroom and Carol grabbed her toiletries bag and bath towel and the bathroom light came on. All the windows were large sliding windows, so the bathroom window was frosted, but open about 8 inches with a fly screen on it to keep the bugs out. We could see that Carol was in the bathroom as her silhouette was moving around the room. I nudged Bill and we moved over closer and could see her in the bathroom through the open window, standing at the mirror brushing her hair. At first, we could only see her from the waist up, but as we moved closer, we saw that she had taken her shorts off and was standing there in her red sarong and a little pair of panties which were not doing a very good job of covering her cheeks.

She moved out of sight then came back into view before taking off her sarong and then slipping her panties down. She stood facing the mirror and looked at herself.

We were both looking at her and Bill whispered to me, "Fuck that's nice. She has beautiful small tits and rosy little nipples." I smiled; we'd talked about her body when we'd seen the photos I'd taken so he didn't show any signs of embarrassment at describing my wife's naked body to me as though I was a disinterested third person. I thought about how I'd tell her how Bill had admired her when we made love later and how excited it would make her that she'd been spied on.

She then moved into the shower and we enjoyed watching her wash herself. The light in the bathroom was perfect as it shone a good bit of light out of the window but because the shower was in the corner and the light was in the middle of the room, the light didn't reveal us where we stood outside.

I stood behind Bill as he watched Carol wash herself, then while she was still in the shower, she started to shave her legs. She was facing towards us as she bent over, making swift and long strokes with the razor which cleared the soap from her legs in stripes. The we both got excited as she used the soap to build up a lather which she spread over her pussy and between her legs before starting to trim the hairs around her cunt. She stood facing the window with the water hitting her back and we had a great view of her pulling her lips and soaping herself as she shaved herself.

She took her time as she shaved away the ginger pubes, leaving just a little tuft of hair on the top of her mound. Once she put the razor down and rinsed the soap and hair away, we moved away before there was a chance of being seen.

Bill said, "Fuck my cock is hard!"

I sympathised with him, knowing that he'd have that image in his mind as we sat down to dinner later that evening when my wife would be wearing something that I would choose for her. I'd be careful to pick out something that she couldn't wear a bra under and I'd tell her to leave her knickers in the suitcase.

Carol - I know Jack's been telling you about me and my little fantasies so let me tell you my side of the story. When we got to our friends' house, it was as if I'd relaxed completely. It had been a long drive and it was just good to collapse and catch up with Jenny on all the things that had happened to both of us. When the boys went to look around the property, I knew they'd be some time discussing the property and their cars. Jenny and I had a small glass of wine and then I said I'd like to freshen up, so she showed me to the guest suite. It was well appointed and a really nice space to chill. She helped me with unpacking our bags and she was really impressed by the Wicked Weasel dresses, bikinis and lingerie I'd packed. I told her that Jack liked to see me dressed in such revealing clothes and that - being honest, I liked the thought that he and other guys would look at me and wonder what I was like in bed. She was enough of a friend that she wasn't scandalised by what I said and I volunteered that she could borrow some outfits to show off to Jack and Bill and see what the reaction was. I left her to think about it while I went to have my shower, excited by the thought that I might be dressing up for Bill - and Jack of course. As I undressed for the shower, I saw that the windows and curtains were open to the sounds of the countryside - I could hear the birds and the insects giving their evening song. I didn't want to close off those beautiful sounds and it's always my practice to leave curtains open anyway - to fulfill my fantasies that someone might be looking at me.

I enjoyed the cleansing water of the shower, again with the window screens open so that I could see the outside world was there, even if I couldn't see clearly as it started to get dark; it gave me the same feeling as an outdoor or bush shower - just me and nature.

When I'd cleaned the dust of the journey off me, I started to think of later that night and how Jack might enjoy me completely smooth, so I started to shave my pubic bush. I took a lot of care to trim myself so that there was just a small puff of my ginger minge on the top of my mound. I got excited as I dreamed about someone seeing me shave my intimate parts and thought about wanting Jack to fuck me in all the positions later that night.

When Jack came back to the room, I just had a towel wrapped around me. He quickly removed it and threw me onto the bed, spreading my legs apart and using his tongue to test my freshly pussy. It didn't take me long to cum, appreciating his enthusiasm at my efforts to serve him a smooth pre-dinner treat. I was still hot and wet as he chose the sarong that he wanted me to wear for dinner with Bill and Jenny and told me that I wasn't allowed to wear anything underneath it.

Bill - I was so turned on by the pictures Jack showed me of Carol. She was such a hot woman and a red-head has always been my favourite fantasy. When we saw Carol showering, I nearly came I was that hard. And then when she shaved herself! Oh wow! Jack told me to stay where I was for a while. Next thing I saw was Carol wrapped in a towel when Jack came into the bedroom and stripped it off her before proceeding to eat her out. She just lay back on the bed and spread her legs; Jack had arranged her so that I could see her pussy completely exposed before his head got in the way. He was obviously doing something right as she had her eyes closed and was moaning almost immediately. Her small tits looked so sweet. I wished I'd been there to taste them but had to be satisfied with my view through the window as I stroked my cock.

It was all over quite quickly; Jack obviously knew how to push - or rather lick - her buttons. Carol came, stuffing her hand in her mouth to avoid making too much noise. It was so erotic. After a while, I saw Jack get up and offer a dress to Carol for her to put on. I couldn't hear what he said, but I looked forward to seeing her in it later, a bit more close up.

I realised I'd spent too much time away and that I'd better go and help Jenny with getting dinner ready.

Carol - The sarong Jack had picked for me was the one I'd been wearing earlier. Pretty thin but not as see-through as some of the dresses I'd brought with me. I wondered if it would be too much, but then I thought that Bill and Jenny were old friends and this was a casual visit so what the heck!

Jack insisted that I didn't wear anything underneath it. Well, I couldn't wear a bra; that would have looked ridiculous. But without panties? I knew that Jack would be turned on by the thought of me being bare underneath and I guessed he was trying to get me thinking of how I felt when I wore this outfit out in public and dreamed of people staring at me, trying to get a glimpse of me as I walked in the mall or rode elevators. Even the thought of that began to get me excited as I put the cloth over me and adjusted it so it tied over my shoulders. I smoothed it over my boobs, felt how it sat over my hips and finally patted my smooth pussy through the material, confident that the fabric was thick enough that my furry minge couldn't be seen through the dark coloured material.

Even so, as we went into the lounge, I heard Bill gasp and Jenny first looked shocked and then beamed as she came over to hug me, praising the way I was wearing it.

I sat down, as carefully as I could but was fooled by the softness of the sofa as I sank into it and leaned - well, fell back - and my legs shot up, causing the sarong to lift and - well, did it expose my freshly shaved smooth pussy?

Bill - I was gobsmacked when I saw Carol dressed just int eh sarong which I'd seen her use as a shower wrap earlier. I could see what Jack had meant when he said she liked to be seen and watched. She was going to get noticed in this outfit. It was vaguely see-through, which made me want to keep looking and was tied tight and clinging in all the right places.

I should have warned her about the sofa though; we've been meaning to get rid of it as it's a hazard really. Still, when the sarong hem flew up and her legs parted, it gave me a fleeting glance at her smooth pussy much closer than I'd seen through the bathroom window. Thankfully Jenny saw the funny side and didn't smack me for staring.

We chatted pleasantly until Jenny announced that dinner was ready, then Jack struggled out of the sofa and gave Carol a hand. I have to say, my eyes and head weren't on the meal at all.

Jack - After the incident on the sofa and once we got to the dinner table, Carol seemed oblivious to the looks she was getting, particularly from Bill. His eyes were out on stalks, watching for every movement Carol made and how her body moved in the sarong, catching glimpses of her nipples as they pressed against the fabric, poking little peaks in it with her small breasts jiggling underneath as she laughed during the meal. It was just the way she liked it, being provocative and showing off without really being aware of the effect she was having. Jenny seemed amused as well, which pleased me. Sometimes, the wives can get really jealous of Carol and be a bit snooty, but Jenny was just smiling at Bill's sideways looks.

I have to say I was getting turned on as well, knowing that Carol was completely naked under the small strip of cloth. When we stood up after dessert, I was more than ready to take her back to our room and give her what she deserved for teasing us, even if she was fairly unaware. When I got her to the bedroom, she stood against the light coming through the door and the sarong became almost transparent.

I quickly spun her around and put her against the bed, lifting the sarong up and feeling for her pussy, which I was knew was smooth and was pretty sure would be wet. I reached back and pushed the door - but deliberately didn't close it fully. Carol bent over the bed and as I expected, responded to my touch with enthusiasm. I pulled my trousers down and put my cock straight into her, giving her the fucking that we'd both been anticipating since after her shower. After I'd come, I looked round to see Bill watching from around the half-open door and also Jenny's head appeared, with her hand around Bill's waist. When I heard their bedsprings creak a little later, I knew just how turned on they'd been watching my wife and I. It was loud enough to wake Carol as well and she sought out my cock and brought him back to life for a second round.

It was probably just as well that our deal for the parcel of land next to Bill and Jenny's fell through. I just don't know what would have happened over the long term, but it was a very pleasant stay. I often think of it as we pass by on or way south