Miami, In Heat Ch. 03

Note to the reader: This story is the sequel to the previous chapter. You don't need to read that one to understand this one but it would help familiarize you with the characters and setting. This story is based on real events that transpired between my girlfriend and I in 2011. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. Any feedback/questions/comments/concerns would be deeply appreciated!

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It was an early morning that day; I was up before the dawn. The sun crept low and golden on the horizon as I stood out on our balcony, leaning against the railing. Before long, the sky became a deep purple and headlights passed regularly in the weakening dark. I reminisced on the previous night's events.

My Cuban girlfriend was currently sleeping nude in the other room. Just hours before, I had her bent over in front of our screen door which protects as much modesty as a cool breeze. Her moans bounced all throughout our apartment complex like an air raid siren. And then, she got caught naked on the very balcony that I was standing on by our (female) next door neighbor, Carmen.

Things like this were unfathomable even a week ago, as my conservative girlfriend didn't even walk around our apartment in her underwear. The current heat wave tearing through Miami, however, had led to her shedding her clothes and her inhibitions. Every pore of my body was pouring sweat relentlessly every second of the day. Even at dawn, my bare arms were stuck to the wood railing of our balcony.

Staring out at the homes across from us, I wore just my boxers. I didn't care if a passing motorist or someone glancing out the window caught me in my underwear. My mind wandered, and I pictured my girlfriend waking up and looking for me. The soft falling of the bottoms of her bare feet on the tiles floor. Maybe she'd cover her breasts with her hands and ask me if she could join me. I could sidle to my right and she could slide in right next to me, with her long black hair clinging to her flesh in the damp morning air. Her crucifix necklace glinting in the rising sun.

The thought of my girlfriend's pale, bare body getting lit up by sunlight or passing headlights made my cock surge in it's boxers. Despite the risks we've taken, I craved more. And it was time I found out whether she craved more too.

I started a pot of Cuban coffee (her favorite) and grabbed a Powerade Zero from the fridge. If she was sweating like I was, she was going to be thirsty beyond belief. I called the main office as soon as they opened, explained the situation with the air conditioner and they told me they'd be out at some point that day to fix it. Grabbing the drinks, I headed into the bedroom.

Ana was exactly where I had left her: laying on her stomach like a beached starfish. Sheets were kicked all off the bed and at some point in the night she had put her hair up to keep it from smothering her. Her slender upper body was crushing a pillow tightly. Long legs allowed her dainty ankles to dangle over the edge of the bed and her plump bottom was tantalizingly defenseless. I knelt beside her and stroked her back.

"Babe, it's morning. You gotta get up," I said. There was no response. Taking the bottle of Powerade fresh from the fridge, I pressed the bottom against the small of her back. She groaned. Her big brown eyes snapped open and met mine.

"I brought you Powerade," I said. I held the bottle out her. She stuck her tongue out at me briefly.

"I hate Powerade," she said. "I'm so sick of Powerade. My tongue is probably blue from all the Powerade."

"That's why I brought you this," I said. Holding her favorite mug out to her, the smell of the Cuban coffee seemed to wake her from her funk. She sat up on the edge of the bed with her hands outstretched.

"Okay, but it's gonna cost you," I said, leaning in for a kiss.

She pulled away.

"You know the rules," she said.

I smiled.

"I already brushed my teeth," I said. "I've been up for a few hours now."

It was her turn to lean in and I matched her in response. We kissed passionately for a few seconds until she caught a whiff of her own morning breath. Passing the mug to her, she began to take little sips.

"Couldn't you sleep?" she asked. I shook my head.

"Nah," I said. She looked up in my eyes and seemed hurt.

"You'll sleep good tonight," she said.

I told her about watching the sunrise and calling maintenance to have our beloved air conditioner fixed. I didn't tell her or ask her about last night. Thinking about exposing her, my eyes drifted down between her legs and when she caught me, she shut her thighs immediately.

"First you're checking out my butt," she said. "Then you're ogling my boobs. Now you're trying to see my... my...". She still struggled with saying words like "pussy" or "fuck".

"You were asleep when I was checking out your butt," I said. "How did you know about that?"

"Because I know you," she said. Then she leaned in and kissed me, leaving the taste of her Cuban coffee on my lips. She shoo'd me away with the back of her hand. Giving her privacy, I peeled my boxers off in a sticky mess and hopped in the shower. I hadn't even lathered my hair before she surprised me by getting in with me. Our lips met once again and this time her tongue, cooled significantly, presumably by the Powerade, found it's way into my mouth.

"I'll be really quick," I said. Ana loved to shower together but always made me turn around or leave when she washed her "naughty bits". She was still shy about her body, even to me.

"It's okay," she said.

She smiled and kissed my chest. Ana was frequently very affectionate but rarely in the morning when she was in "work mode". Luckily, her job let her make her own schedule.

"i take it you're not going to work this morning," I said. I started lathering her arms and sides. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Nope," she said. "I thought we could spend the day together and I'll work tonight."

She moved my hands from her hips onto her breasts and then put her hands on my stiff member.

"Holy crap, babe," I said. Her soaped up boobs felt amazing in my hands as she was slowly starting to work me over.

"Why don't we go to the beach this morning?" she asked. Her tone was casual, as if asking a coworker. Certainly not how I'd expect her to act with me throbbing in her palm.

"Sure, there's a little cafe I've been dying to take you to," I said. This was true, I was planning taking her there for our upcoming anniversary as well. She acted like she didn't hear me.

"I was thinking of wearing that green suit that Cari gave me, what do you think?" she asked. My cock twitched in her grip and she smiled.

Cari was short for "Carina" and she was Ana's former roommate. They called each other "sister" but the truth was they were solely best friends since middle school. When I met Ana, she was living with Cari and Cari's boyfriend Mateo. Cari and Ana couldn't be more different. Whereas Ana was shy, conservative and in some ways naive, Cari was outgoing, rebellious and a professor of the streets as well as sheets. Ana dressed modestly, Cari would leave the house in in her underwear. Ana was tall (for a girl) with legs that seemed to go on forever and a plump butt whereas Cari was a short Columbian woman with tattoos and large tits.

The swimsuit in question was one that Carina had given to Ana because it didn't fit her. It was a neon lime one piece that looked like something out of the Wicked Weasel catalog. The front were two vertical straps that met just above the pubic bone and were connected by narrow, horizontal strings. The back was a thong on any woman but on Ana's plump posterior it disappeared completely. I once asked Ana to wear it for me just in bed and she spent the whole time trying to keep her tits from popping out the side or digging the string out of her ass before taking it off in frustration. She wouldn't wear it for me in the privacy of our apartment and now she's determined to wear it in public?

"Seriously?" I asked. I honestly didn't know if this was just pillow talk. The Ana I knew would burn the swimsuit before wearing it if it wasn't a gift from her best friend.

"Don't you think I have the body for it?" she asked.

She looked up at me with her innocent eyes as mine were consuming every inch of her hourglass frame. The thought of her stuffing her immaculate form into that tiny suit was hot enough but the idea that she might be strutting her stuff down a crowded Miami beach was overwhelming. Her bare ass being gawked at by passersby as her tits jiggled was more than enough to push me over the edge and I started shooting all over her hand. She smiled and cooed.

"I guess you really do like my body," she said. Still coming down from my orgasm high, I tried to sneak a finger between her legs but she batted it away with ease.

"Not so fast, mister," she said. "I came three times last night whereas you only came once. Even now, the score is still three to two." I was too dazed to argue.

"Now, let's hurry up and get ready while we can still find a parking spot." I nodded weakly.

We finished our shower and quickly dried off, fitting in kisses when we dared.

"Now comes every boyfriend's favorite part of going to the beach," she said. She handed me the suntan lotion and took off her towel.

Despite having just emptied my balls moments ago, I was rock hard for the entirety of applying lotion to her. Her already soft flesh was a dream to feel and my eyes could never get full of eating up every inch of her. She giggled when I spent extra time massaging her breasts and playfully reprimanded my wrist with a slap. Normally, Ana would completely stop me from applying lotion to her breasts in the interest of time or because she still felt awkward being naked around me.

When my hand between her thighs bumped into her soft pink flesh a few times, she sighed.

"I don't think Mr. Sun is going to see that part," Ana said.

Saying things like that, wearing the swimsuit, this Ana seemed very unlike herself. I didn't know if last night had awakened an exhibitionist or if she was angry at me and somehow masking it. I felt it was better to say nothing. When she lathered me up, she did it fast and without warmth but ended it with kissing the head of my cock. She gave me a pat on the butt and told me to hurry up.

I dressed quickly and met her at the screen door. I had on a white Godzilla t-shirt, white and black swim trunks that reached my knees and my sandals. She walked up to me with her hair up, my sunglasses on her head, my big robin egg blue Australia t-shirt my cousins had given me. I couldn't see any suit under my baggy t-shirt.

"Ready," she asked. I jingled our keys.

"Are you... wearing the suit?" I asked. The Australian shirt went down to her knees. She smiled, bit her lips, grabbed the hem of her shirt and started lifting it. My heart leapt into my throat as I thought my girlfriend was about to be standing nude in line of sight of anyone across the street, just like last night. The shirt came off and, true to her word, she was wearing the suit.

My jaw dropped. Ana's alabaster form looked positively poured into the suit. Even her skinny body was bulging at the seams. Side boob and under boob gratuitously spilled out from under the straps in the front. The split down the middle of the suit ended perilously close to where her pink flesh began and it was clear to anyone she was shaved. I twirled my finger for her to spin around and, upon her doing so, I nearly gasped. It looked like she was wearing nothing at all.

"Let's trade shirts," she said, handing me the Australian one. We traded and the white one was noticeably tighter on her body. She gave me a coy look.

"Did you really think I was naked under the shirt?" she asked. She gestured across the street. "Anyone could see me!"

My hands found the sides of her face and I looked deeply into her eyes. Bringing my face to hers, I rubbed our noses together.

"I love you and I know how lucky I am to have you," I said. She blushed and got teary eyed. She opened her mouth to speak and croaked wordlessly before kissing me. I took her hand in mine and squeezed it. She squeezed back.

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Ana and I sped off towards the beach. As usual, my little passenger princess controlled the radio as I focused on dodging the traffic. We arrived safely at the cafe and had a pleasant little crepe breakfast. The beach was nearby and shortly after snagging the last parking spot in our favorite lot, we were striding across the white sand, towels in hand. The shore was already pretty crowded, especially for a weekday. We spread our towels out in the most secluded area we could find. Ana put her hands on her hips and turned towards me.

"Now what?" she asked. I looked around. There were usually families on the beach this early but I didn't see any. It was college kids and retirees as far as the eye could see. Ana playfully punched my arm.

"Hey," she began. "If you're looking for hot chicks, why not check me out?" I was caught off guard by her acting so confidently.

"I'm not!" I sputtered. "I'm just... trying to find anyone on the beach as pale as the two of us."

"That's cause we don't tan; we burn." Ana said. That might be true for me but Ana tans easily in the sun thanks to her Cuban heritage. She worries about sun exposure so she always stays inside whenever possible.

"I burn," I said. "I think you're gonna have some wacky tan lines after today"

"Is that what you want?" Ana asked. "Or would you prefer no tan lines?" She grabbed the hem of her shirt and shook it teasingly. I was tempted to ask her "Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?" but I decided it would be more prudent to play along.

"Let's start with no shirt and go from there," I said.

Ana bit her lip and slowly lifted the shirt up over her head. Her silky thighs were visible first, then her wide hips. She hesitated a bit when the shirt was above her head but after a deep breath she lost it completely and it landed on her towel. I approached her and, while placing a finger under her chin, tilted her head up so she could look into my eyes. I kissed her lips, then her chin, then darted down a bit to place several on her neck. She giggled and recoiled.

"You're tickling me!" she said.

"And you're the hottest woman this beach has ever seen," I said. I couldn't tell if she blushed at this or the sun was getting to her.

I spun my finger like I had done earlier. She once again hesitated briefly before spinning around. I kept twirling my finger and she kept spinning before giggling and stopping.

"Stop!" she said. "You're gonna make me fall over!"

I approached Ana and placed my hands on her hips. I kissed her passionately, then moved my lips next to her ear.

"Good girl," I said. I heard what sounded like a gasp come from her.

I took off my shirt and placed it next to hers. Feeling a little uneasy, I put my keys and wallet under our blankets. I scanned the area and saw every eye was on my girlfriend.

Ana was standing there staring at the ocean. She awkwardly held one arm across her body and the other was tucked behind her, her hand futilely trying to cover her butt from prying eyes. My normally shy girlfriend was nearly exposed to countless guys. One accidental (or intentionally induced) wardrobe malfunction could have her fully exposed. My cock surged at the thought and part of me was tempted to see how far she would go. I figured I had to literally test the waters.

"Ready to go for a dip?" I asked. I extended my hand and she cautiously took it.

Her ass no longer had anything shielding it besides the thin strip of string between the cheeks. We walked together towards the waves and I watched her boobs bounce in her suit, threatening to pop out of either side. A momentary bolt of fear ran through me when I realized I was tenting in my own swimsuit but Ana kept her eyes on the horizon. Even though we were in the scalding sun, I saw goosebumps up and down her arm.

We both squealed as the cold water lapped at our ankles. I refused to let go of her hand and continued dragging her to the horizon. She pretended to put up token resistance, begging me to let her go back to the towel. In return, I pretended to relent only to scoop her up under her thighs and carry her out to sea.

Despite her height, Ana weighs practically nothing. Early on in the relationship, I learned she loved when I would pick her up... in the right mood. If she's upset with me, it just adds fuel to the fire. I began using carrying her as a barometer of her real feelings and as she was currently kissing me with her arms around my neck, she must have been feeling good.

We swam out to treading depth and relaxed for a while. There were a handful of surfers out further than us but mostly we were in perfect solitude. While floating, we would kiss periodically and point out weird people on the shoreline. Underwater, I would trace along her body or squeeze parts of her while she talked, and she would writhe in my grasp.

Eventually, as my fingertips were exploring along her thighs, she took my hand and put it on her breasts. Her hard nipples were trying to poke through the suit. She wrapped her legs around my waist and invited herself in close. Looking into her eyes, I saw her usual partially vacant stare that she would get when she's turned on. I chose my words carefully.

"You look so fucking hot in this suit," I said. My palms on her chest felt her breathing quicken.

"Thank you," she said. "But you should really see me out of it." My cock lurched.

"I think I might get to," I said. "I've been watching and it seems like you're gonna pop right out of it."

I took my finger and hooked the suit in between her thighs and tugged it to the side. This time, she audibly did gasp. She took my hand and placed it back on her breast.

"My boobs keep trying to bust out," she said. She looked into my eyes to gauge my reaction.

"What's the harm in that?" I said. "I put lotion on them."

Ana's gaze went from my eyes down to her own chest. She then closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around my neck.

I placed my hands on her suit. Looking around, I saw nobody close to us. Despite floating in the ocean, my mouth was dry as the shoreline that my girlfriend had her back to. Bunching the suit in my fists, I drew it apart, causing her breasts to spring free.

Ana's reaction was immediate. Still with her eyes closed, her hands ran up my neck and grabbed fistfuls of my hair. She threw her head back and breathed short rapid breaths. Her pink nipples seemed almost jubilant in the mid morning sun. I'd never seen my girlfriend's breasts in sunlight and my head got dizzy. Admiring the way the water droplets ran down the swell of her breast, I was enraptured.

My girlfriend's arms were shaking but not from the chill of the sea. Hundreds of people were less than forty yards away and the only thing protecting her most private areas from their gaze was the glittering of the ocean.

I continued to marvel at my girlfriend's breasts when I noticed a young man on a surf board coming towards us. It would be so easy to pretend not to see him until the last moment, in which case he'd get an eyeful of my girlfriend's boobs. As he was just about to pass, I pulled her in close for a hug; her bare chest against mine.

"Morning!" I said jovially. My girlfriend shivered in my arms. The young man gave me a half-hearted wave before passing us. He didn't even glance at Ana. I let us drift apart briefly before putting her suit back into place. She opened her eyes and checked her suit itself, including tugging the bottom back into place.

"I think we need to get you a better suit," I said. "Unless you want your boobs to pop out for all these surfers." I watched her carefully but she gave no reaction, just kept her head down.

"Lets go try some on and I'll buy you one, okay?" I continued. She nodded.

Upon reaching the shore, I took her hand again. I noticed she was using her free hand to once again try her best to block any view of her butt from behind. As we reached our towels, I began drying off

"Babe," I said. "Can you please hand me my keys and wallet? They're under the blanket."

Ana put a finger to her lips and looked around. There were men of all ages in all directions, most of them blatantly looking at her. She made eye contact with me yet again, briefly, before taking a deep breath.

My girlfriend bent over at the waist. The beachgoers behind her were treated to a view that nobody else but me had ever seen. Her large, pale ass was presented with only the thinnest strings keeping everything hidden. She seemed to take longer than normal to flip over the towel and grab my stuff. When she handed me the items, I pulled her in for a hug.

"You okay?" I asked. She nodded.

"Just thirsty," she said.

She put her shirt back on without drying off and it stuck to her skin. We gathered our belongings and headed to the car, her bare ass waving goodbye to everyone as her hips swayed while she walked.

...

We arrived at a local swimsuit store after dropping our towels and belongings off in the car. The store was compact and mostly sold knick-knacks for tourists but had a sizable selection of suits. Ana thumbed through the racks as I looked at the t-shirts nearby. I felt a tug on my arm.

"Pick something out for me, okay?" she asked. Then she walked towards the changing rooms.

I knew nothing about bikinis and searching through the ones on the rack, I was completely lost. I waved down the old Hispanic man behind the counter and he smiled and sauntered over to me.

"I'm looking for a bikini for my girlfriend," I said. The man smiled and nodded.

"The pretty lady you came in the store with, yes?" he asked. It was my turn to nod. "What size is she?"

"Uh," I began. I did not know Ana's actual measurements so I was forced to guess. "She's uh, small on top and big on the bottom." I said.

The man pulled out a bikini and thrust it into my arms. It was dark blue with a black trim and seemed very small. I thanked the man and walked over to the changing rooms.

"Ana?" I called out. The rooms were glorified closets with a curtain; which I'm pretty sure were just repurposed beach towels.

"I'm in the middle one," I heard her say. "But be careful, I'm naked."

My heart started racing. One thin sheet of cloth was all that separated my girlfriend from being seen by anyone in the store. I looked around and saw that the employee who assisted me was talking to two young women at the counter. I peeked around the curtain slowly.

Ana was still in her wet, white t-shirt, sticking her tongue out at me. I was about to say something when I noticed her nipples were poking through the shirt. The lime green swimsuit was balled up at her feet.

"I see you're missing a suit," I said. Ana grinned and lifted her shirt up while bending forward. Her bare ass could be seen reflected in the mirror behind her.

"Well, I would hope my boyfriend would protect my innocence by bringing me a suit," she said. "Unless he wants me to walk back to the car like this."

The image alone of my girlfriend wearing a tight, sheer t-shirt that hid nothing from onlookers as she jiggled and bounced beside me made my head spin. I passed her the blue bikini. She smiled and blew me a kiss. She began taking the t-shirt off and lifted it over her head, exposing herself from the neck down. It got caught on her shoulders and she swayed and struggled to get it off.

My mouth became dry. I didn't dare look behind me as my hand slowly drew the curtain fully to the side. Now anyone in the store with a line of sight to the changing rooms could see my girlfriend completely naked. My heart was in my throat, my breathing rapid and I was as hard as I had ever been.

Ana continued to struggle, and turned around and bent over. Her coltish legs flexed and her large ass jiggled as she tried her best to get the shirt off. I was entranced. i could have easily slid my trunks down and slid inside of her and taken her in this closet. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to do it. I wanted to take her from behind in front of this mirror more than I ever wanted anything in my life.

Eventually she got tired and hung there bent over.

"A little help?" she asked. I carefully slid the curtain shut and helped her get the shirt off. Breathing heavily, my girlfriend stood nude in front of me. She kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks!" she said with a smile. I carefully backed back out behind the curtain but not before I caught her staring at my tented trunks. She once again had a grin on her face.

"Such a gentleman," she said. It was the same thing she said to me every time I picked her up when she was in the mood. If we had a bit more privacy, she probably would have let me take her from behind. Hell, with this new Ana she might want me to do it anyway.

"Let me know when you're done," I said. I stood outside the changing room, doing my best to cool down but I couldn't. My cock still throbbed and wanted me to reopen the curtain while she put on her new suit. I was lost in the heat of lust when I heard the curtain open by itself.

"How do I look?" she asked.

The bikini itself was tiny. The green suit from earlier showed off under boob and side boob but this added cleavage to the mix. The top was merely two small blue triangles that barely fit on her breasts. The bottoms were dangerously low and thin. The girlfriend i knew wouldn't be caught dead wearing this in the privacy of her own home when alone, let alone in a public area.

"You look more naked than when you were actually naked," I said. She blushed.

"I wanna see how it fits," she said.

With that she left the dressing room and started strutting around the store. Two college guys were talking to the two girls from earlier. One caught sight of Ana and elbowed his buddy. They both gawped as she walked by, giving them a little wave. The employee behind the counter gave an appreciative whistle as she passed. Her face was beet red when she got back to me.

"I'll take it," she said. My shy girlfriend had now worn little more than dental floss in front of people. There was no way I wasn't going to buy it.

She clung to my arm as we walked to the counter. I had expected her to put the shirt back on but instead her soft, nearly bare body was pressed against mine. I didn't care if everyone on Miami Beach could see my erection; it would be obvious why I have it. The man behind the counter grinned the entire time we checked out and I'm sure his eyes were on her ass as we left the store. Ana's hands had a death grip on my arm all the way back to the car.

...

I pulled into the parking spot in our apartment complex, rolled up our windows and turned off the engine. Ana was still wearing only the tiny bikini. She had a white knuckle grip on my arm all the way from the store to the car and that was around people she didn't know. Now she was trying to summon the courage to get out and possibly get seen by her neighbors in the smallest swimsuit she's ever worn.

Getting out of the car, I slung our towels over my shoulder and opened the passenger door. I extended my hand to her.

"Do you want your shirt?" I asked. She slowly turned her head towards me and made eye contact. She took a deep breath, put her little hand in mine, and stepped out into the sunlight. I wrapped one of the towels around her and she exhaled. Seconds later we were back in our apartment.

Between the lack of sleep and spending all morning swimming, I was pretty beat. Ana and I hopped in the shower for the second time that day but this time we bathed in silence. Exhaustion was taking me while my brain tried desperately and failed to think of everything that happened that day. My girlfriend had pushed her personal limits far beyond what I ever thought possible. A bit of a tease here and there was already miles from her comfort zone but the fact that she acted borderline slutty at times had my head spinning.

Standing in our bedroom after the shower, I checked the A/C and discovered that it was still broken. Ana walked up behind me.

"It's still broken," I said. "Maintenance didn't come by."

"Oh," Ana said.

She grabbed the base of my cock with her thumb and index finger.

"Well, I hope I have time to put some clothes on if they do stop by," she said.

My cock involuntarily flexed at this. She giggled. My girlfriend was standing nude in front of me with her hand on my increasingly stiff dick and all I could think about was how heavy my eyelids were.

"I can stay up while you take a nap before work," I said. "This way if they show up I can give you plenty of warning."

Ana pouted at this.

"Why are you trying to get rid of me?" she asked. "Do you want to go play with your other girlfriend on Jasmine tv?"

I rolled my eyes.

"It's Justin TV and that's for watching people play video games," I said. "If I do that I'll fall asleep. If I play games, there's a chance I can stay up."

Anna began stroking the head of my cock with her finger tips as it continued to spring to life.

"But I wanna play too!" she said. I didn't know if she wanted to have sex or if she literally wanted to play games. I slid on my boxers and gave her a pair of panties and took her by the hand out to the living room.

At this time, I was really into fighting games. Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat, Marvel vs Capcom, and many more. I would put hours into training mode to get better. Ana hated them for a few reasons. First, she thought that the only skill involved was based on who mashed buttons the fastest. Secondly, she thought training for a video game was a waste of time when I could be looking for a real job.

We sat down in front of the Xbox 360 and I turned on Street Fighter. I showed her which buttons do what and started up a match where we would play against each other.

"Can't you pick a fun game?" she asked.

"Tell you what," I said. "If you can beat me even once at this, we can do anything you want."

"Even watch Pretty Little Liars?" she asked. That was one of her favorite shows.

"Of course," I said. Falling asleep cuddling with her while we watch her show didn't sound too bad in my state.

"But you cheat at this game," she said.

"I don't cheat," I said. "I just have good fundamentals." She rolled her eyes at this.

"Okay," she said. "So what do you get if you win."

I hadn't considered this. At the moment, I really only wanted a nap but knew she wouldn't go for that. So I said the first thing that popped into my head.

"If i win, you have to get naked until you leave for work," I said. "I am going to literally beat the panties off of you."

Ana seemed to consider this for a brief moment.

"Okay," she said. "But only if you don't cheat."

"Fine," I said. "I will only use one of the six buttons. Agreed?"

Agreed," she said. We even shook on it.

Unsurprisingly, the match was over almost as soon as it began. Even with only one button, I knew all the special moves as well advanced strategies like mixups and crossups. As the announcer stated my victory, Ana looked at the screen with an unamused smirk.

"Double or nothing?" I asked. Ana sighed.

"What's the point?" she asked. "You'll just cheat again somehow."

My girlfriend stood up and slid off her lavender underwear. She was once again naked, though she was too far from either end of the apartment to be seen from someone outside. Ana remained standing as she didn't like her bare bits coming in contact with the seat.

I felt really good after winning the bet. My competitive nature had me feeling elated even after something as simple as this. I was fully awake now and didn't want this to end.

"You could always have a ringer," I said. "There are tons of people online playing, some that are better than me. Just have them play for you."

Ana looked puzzled.

"You mean you play against people all over the world?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said. "This game has online play."

Ana immediately panicked and threw an arm across her breasts and a hand in front of her pussy. I stifled a laugh.

"Don't worry," I said. "There's no webcam. They can't see you."

Ana hesitantly let her arms go slack but didn't seem like she trusted me. I showed her the list of open lobbies with waiting players. She pointed out one.

"That guy's name is a bad word," she said, almost reverently.

"Yes," I said. "It is. He's got a high rank."

"Who has the highest rank?" she asked. I skimmed through the available lobbies and found a guy named SKULLOMANIA. Yes, in all caps.

"It looks like this SKULLOMANIA guy," I said. His rank was even higher than mine and his bars were green so we had a pretty good internet connection.

"New wager," Ana said. "If you beat this Skull man once, you take off your boxers. If you beat him again, I'll give you the best blowjob I can to even the score and then we'll take a nap. Sound good?"

I was floored. My balls ached from being teased by Ana all morning and despite how sleepy I was, I craved release. I would get to push my cock over the hot, pink tongue of my loving girlfriend and watch her suck on me as she looked up at me with those beautiful eyes. My heart started racing with excitement.

"Sure, sounds good to me," I answered honestly. "What happens if I lose?"

"If you lose?" Ana said. "When you lose once, I sit on your lap to distract you. If you lose again, I go stand on the balcony naked until you win."

The air had left my lungs. Time had stopped. I was so focused on the first thing she said that the second part caught me off-guard. There was no way she was serious.

"You're serious?" I asked. "You would stand outside in broad daylight, completely naked, on our balcony?"

Ana shrugged.

"There's nothing to worry about," she said. "You cheat anyway so you can't lose." Ana smiled sweetly.

Was I really going to agree to this? My heartbeat pounded in my ears. My tongue felt like a wad of cotton. My girlfriend was giving me a way to completely expose her. I could even throw both games if I wanted. Hell, I could throw games til dinner time and she'd be powerless to stop it.

"Deal," I said. I extended my hand.

"Deal," she said. She shook my hand.

"By the way," she said. "The same rules apply as before. You can only use one button."

I started to argue but stopped. One button would be fine for a complete novice like her but against an experienced played I'd be at a huge disadvantage. I searched her face to read her but she just had the same sweet smile. I nodded and joined SKULLOMANIA'S lobby.

I picked my second best character and he picked one of the most popular ones. This did not look good. Either he was a newer player and just picked the guy on the box art or he was an expert that's been grinding like I have. Ana placed her hand on the back of my neck and began stroking the area between my shoulders.

As the match started, I didn't even know what my goal was. Was I trying to lose so my girlfriend's pale body would be exposed to our neighbors? Or did I want her sweet lips wrapped around me and giving me the relief I needed? The first round started and my decision was made for me by my competitive nature: I wanted to win.

And win I did. Despite his high placement on the leaderboard, I steamrolled him easily. We were back in the lobby waiting with a rematch queued in under a minute. Ana threw her hands up in the air and cheered. She kissed me on the cheek.

"Good job, babe!" she said. She slid my boxers off and put them aside. I was nearly fully erect and she started stroking the shaft with the back of her hand.

SKULLOMANIA did not accept the rematch immediately. Ana's stroking was getting me even more turned on and I was impatient to start the next (and hopefully final) match.

SKULLOMANIA finally accepted the rematch and it was time to rechoose our characters. I picked my same character but he choose one of the worst ones in the game; one of the ones I almost never play against. As the first round was about to begin, Ana kissed my cheek and wished me good luck.

Immediately, I knew something was off. Before his character just meandered and was sluggish, now he was aggressive. He scored a knockdown and never let up. Within twenty seconds, he had taken a round from me.

Ana's hand was resting on my shoulder. After I lost the first round, she started squeezing my shoulder tightly. The rest of the world faded away as I locked in for the second round.

The second round started similarly to the first but this time I played far more cautiously. Unfortunately, it proved fruitless. SKULLOMANIA has either passed the controller to a better player or he was just messing around the first time. I couldn't score a single knockdown on him. I lost the second round and therefore the match.

Ana stood stunned for a moment before rubbing my back.

"Don't worry, babe!" she said. "You'll get him this time!"

I wasn't so sure. Even if I had access to more than one button, I wasn't certain I could beat him. Ana as a casual observer couldn't possibly know the gap in skill between us. My only hope was to switch to my best character... but I didn't. Despite the stakes, I really wanted to beat him as my current character. Call it pride but my ego was hurt.

Before we readied up for the third match, Ana climbed onto my lap. My dick was tucked underneath her, nestled comfortably between her cheeks. Normally she would never allow my uncovered cock this close to her for fear of pregnancy. She ran her hands through my hair as I craned my neck to the side to be able to see the screen. Under normal circumstances, I'd find the distraction frustrating but her soft breasts pressed up against me and my cock throbbing between her legs had me less than focused.

The third match began with us choosing the same characters. If I lost, my innocent girlfriend would have to march out in public nude. My heart was pounding so hard I was worried Ana would feel it against her chest. My dick wouldn't stop flexing. Once again the world faded away.

SKULLOMANIA started the round playing aggressively just like before. I changed up my tactics to catch him off guard. This worked and I actually scored a knock down. The first round was close but I landed a last second feint and secured my victory. I was one round away from securing my blowjob.

"You won?" Ana asked. "Yay!"

Her back was to the monitor as she faced me.

"Just the first round," I said. Even having just one round of breathing room helped alleviate the pressure that gripped me.

"So there's a chance people will still see me naked?" she asked.

The round started and yet hearing this I looked into her eyes. Her hands had left my head and now were playing with her boobs. The sound of my character getting knocked down broke the trance on me. I focused on the game but at this point I was at too much of a deficit. The second round ended in my loss. Once again, the stress felt like a weight on my chest.

The third round started and I had never wanted to win so badly in my life. My eyes stared so hard into the monitor they started going blurry. Ana's hands were back on my body in a variety of ways; scratching my back, playing with my scalp, even squeezing my balls. None of it distracted me. I had SKULLOMANIA in the corner and was applying pressure when she leaned forward and whispered in my ear:

"I thought you wanted to lose," she said.

My brain tried to process what she meant by this and in that split second, SKULLOMANIA broke free of the corner and put me there. Having no options to escape, it was only a matter of time before my character and I were both completely defeated. SKULLOMANIA had won the third match.

Ana didn't have to turn her head to know the outcome. The announcer loudly yelled "You lose!"

There was no way the announcer knew exactly what I would lose when he recorded that line in the studio years prior. Ana slowly climbed off of my lap while using her hand to block any view of her most sensitive area. Neither of us said anything for a few moments. The silence was broken by the chirp that alerted us to the fact that SKULLOMANIA wanted a rematch. Ana clasped her hands behind her back and smiled.

"Just beat him fast, babe!" she said. "Cheat if you have to!"

My beautiful girlfriend stood naked in the middle of our living room. She was close to me, close enough that I could reach out and grab her. I could grab her and kiss her and force her to her knees. I could scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom for passionate lovemaking. I could even hug her and tell her I'm sorry.

But I did none of that. I watched impotently as my lovely girlfriend's smile faded. She took a deep breath and then walked slowly out onto our balcony that faces a busy street. Her pale flesh shone brilliantly in the afternoon sun. She turned slowly to face me, reclining against the railing much like I did this morning. Anyone driving or walking past would easily see her juicy ass, long legs and who knows what else from that angle.

I was mesmerized. From the night Ana did the dishes topless I was wondering if this would ever happen. Ana, my Ana, on display for the public. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to drag her back inside before anyone catches her but my dick was so hard hard it hurt. I took one last look at my exhibitionist girlfriend and turned back around.

SKULLOMANIA was ready. I was ready. Ana, most likely, was beyond ready for this to be over. I readied up and this time chose my best character. I didn't know who this SKULLOMANIA was but I hoped beyond hope he passed the controller back to his friend that didn't know how to play.

During the first round, I played sloppily. I was dying to turn around and see how Ana was feeling. Was she shivering out of fear? Had she embraced her public humiliation? Was she livid deep inside or was she turned on? Maybe both. Despite playing my best character, the first round ended in SKULLOMANIA's favor.

"Babe!" Ana shouted. "Someone is waving at me!"

Instantly, my head snapped around. Ana was now facing the street and waving her arm frantically while bouncing on her tiptoes. I tried to look past her to see if there was anyone there but the glare was too strong. I was incensed.

"Fuck this," I thought. Nobody should be looking at my girlfriend aside from me. The second round started and this time I put my pride to the wayside. For the first time since this started, I used all six buttons and took the second round from SKULLOMANIA in no time.

I shut out everything. No distractions no matter how badly I wanted to look behind me. The final round started and everything was a blur. I didn't hear Ana yelling across the street. I didn't hear our doorbell ringing. I didn't glance away from the screen once. Everything was in slow motion. I read SKULLOMANIA like a book. I predicted his every move before even he knew what he was going to do. When I was aggressive, I used feints to cause him to overextend. When he was aggressive, I didn't dare blink. By the time 50 seconds had passed, SKULLOMANIA was once again at a life disadvantage and in the corner.

Just as I prepared my final assault, the screen froze. The words "OPPONENT DISCONNECTED" flashed on the screen. He had rage quit. I won. I had won!

"Babe, I won!" I yelled. I turned to look at her.

Ana was still leaning against the railing although now her body was turned parallel towards it. She still faced the street and was giving a lighter, dainty wave compared to the one earlier. My heart was in my throat again and the only thing stopping me from running out there and dragging her inside was my own lack of clothes.

"Babe, it's over, I won!" I yelled again.

At this, she started to turn to face me.

And she screamed.

She covered her breasts with her hands and ran inside all the way into my arms. Her breathing was ragged and her heart was racing out of her chest. She hugged me tighter than I had ever been hugged.

"Babe, what's wrong?!" I asked, panicked. Her face was buried in my chest and it took a few seconds for her to lift her chin and look me in the eyes.

"Luis saw me," she said.

She looked like she was about to cry. Luis was our next-door neighbor. He was a big, heavy Mexican guy that I'm pretty sure didn't speak any English. We always spoke with his wife, Carmen, who was very fond of us and always cheering us on.

"He was on the street and saw you?" I asked.

Ana shook her head.

"He was like five feet away on his own balcony," she said. "I noticed him when I turned around. I don't know how long he was there."

Ana was out there for at least two whole minutes, maybe more. It was possible that our neighbor got an eyeful of her and then some in that time period. It was even possible he got a picture of her naked.

The idea that out neighbor could have a personal picture of my girlfriend naked in the sun cause my cock to surge back to life. Ana was squished up against me and felt it flex. She looked down and saw him twitching against her stomach. She then looked me in the eye and said something I had never heard her say before in my life.

"Fuck me," she said.

What!?" I exclaimed.

Ana never said the "f word" as she called it. It was far too lewd and crude. Ana still thought the phrase "take me to bed" was too slutty. Yet here she was, asking me to fuck her.

"Fuck. Me." she repeated with greater enunciation.

I didn't see any half-lidded expression that she gets when she is super horny. Currently, she looked annoyed. I didn't need to be told twice as I led her by the hand to the bedroom. I was getting ready to look for a condom when she pushed me down onto my back on the bed.

Neither Ana nor I had a lot of experience with sex, so this was a common way for us to do it. She would force me on my back and then suck on me while leaning over me. When I was sufficiently hard enough, she would tug a condom down on over my dick and then straddle me. Since she was very tight, she liked to control me going inside her to not hurt her while stretching her out.

Laying on my back, I expected the same routine so I was confused when she climbed onto the bed with me. Not only that but she turned around so that her ass faced me and started backing up. Before I could voice my bewilderment, my face was solidly in between her thighs as her hand found my cock and began to pump.

Ana and I had never sixty-nined before. Ever. I begged her several times but just like anal, she assured me it was off the table forever. No amount of birthday or Christmas wishes could be cashed in for it.

Yet, here I was, staring at the cutest butthole I had ever seen. Her pussy was glistening, even in the low light of the bedroom. My mind was racing between the events that just unfolded over the past half hour and what was currently going on. I decided i would let future James deal with the aftermath and just focus on my good fortune at the moment.

I kissed the inside of her thighs repeatedly. I made my way deeper until I could kiss her soft lips. As my nose bumped her sensitive flesh, she pulled forward. I began to protest until I felt her hot mouth descend and envelop the head of my cock.

Between her mouth and gentle grip, I could feel my balls churning already. Despite my fatigue, I was determined to get her to climax with me. Whenever I tried to get my tongue on her she would pull forward and attack my dick more aggressively. I tried to get my hands out from under her legs so I could stroke her but they were effectively pinned. I was unable to do much of anything except lie back in my very comfortable bed and relax and enjoy my blowjob.

I could feel my cock flexing in her grip and I knew it would be less than 30 seconds before I began shooting all over her tongue or hand or booth. She abhorred cum in bed so she would probably swallow. Just as I was reaching my vinegar strokes, Ana let go of my dick completely. She sat up on my chest as my cock strained for attention in the open air. She started stroking the shaft with the back of her hand.

"So," she said. "You're not angry that Luis saw me naked?"

My cock lurched in desperation for release. Ana was sitting on my chest facing away from me so I couldn't read her emotions. I just had the most perfect plump butt with two little dimples in my face.

"No," I said. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have lost."

Ana was still slowly stroking my shaft, from the base to just under the head.

"But it doesn't make you angry that people saw me naked?" she asked. "Luis, the people across the street, the people in the store..."

Her voice trailed off. I was afraid she was mad or, worse, hurt. But we also made a rule of no lying in the relationship and I wasn't about to risk that.

"Do you want me to be angry?" I asked.

Ana shrugged.

"I want to know what you want," she said. "I want to know what it is you are hiding from me. Last night when we were in front of the screen door I thought it was just for the cool air. After today, I know the truth: you want people to see your girlfriend naked."

My heart was racing so fast I felt dizzy. I couldn't exactly say no because that would be a lie but I didn't want to say yes.

"No, I don't," I said. "I am proud of you. I'm proud of your body. I'm happy people know what a hot girlfriend I have but when you stepped out on that balcony I felt sick. I wanted to grab you and bring you inside."

"Why didn't you?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said. "I guess because I was naked."

"Hmm," she remarked. "So it's okay if other people see me naked but not you? I see."

I turned my head into the pillow. I felt like crying. I was so tired and frustrated I didn't know whether to pass out or throw her off. The room was silent for a few moments before she spoke again.

"I didn't wear my necklace today," she said. "I... am not good at being a bad girl. But not wearing it made me feel like I wasn't me so it became easier. Whenever I was afraid, I would just think 'what would Cari do?' and then I'd just do it."

Ana lifted herself onto her knees. While gripping my dick and keeping it upright, she slowly began to lower herself. As soon as the head of my cock pressed against her hot, wet lips, it was like a bolt of lightning ran through my body.

"Babe, condom!" I shouted.

I had never been inside Ana bare before. She told me early on her biggest fear is becoming pregnant out of wedlock like so many of her friends and classmates she knew growing up. If she had been in her right mind, she wouldn't even let me look at her bare pussy, let alone be inside of it.

"That won't be necessary," she said. "You got what you wanted by showing me off. So now I get what I want."

My eyes lost focus and i struggled to breathe. My girlfriend was riding me bareback and I had never felt such ecstasy in my life. Her entire body felt like it was trying to milk me dry and my own body was in on the plan. Seeing her juicy ass flex and roll was pushing me ever closer to the edge. Ana looked over her shoulder and for the first time since I laid on the bed, made eye contact with me.

"You like showing me off?" she asked. "You want everyone to know that I'm yours? Prove it. Put a baby in me."

At this, I lost it. Ana had been edging me all day and now that my cock felt truly home, I released everything inside of her. I moaned and rode the wave of my orgasm while she tensed up. I lost count of the number of ropes I shot.

Ana wordlessly got up and cupped her vagina to make sure she didn't drip on the bed. I wanted to get up and console her but lacked any and all strength. Sleep was threatening to take me but an alarm bell in my head kept me awake.

My girlfriend returned from the bathroom moments later and sat down next to me. She placed something cold and metallic in the palm of my hand and then started stroking my hair.

"This is my necklace," she said. "I will do my best to be a bad girl until you put it back on me. But once you put it on me, we're done with the perverted stuff. No more showing me off, no more pregnancy risk. I'm a good girl again. Okay?"

I knew it was important to put the necklace on her immediately. I weakly tried to sit up but failed.

"I love you so much," I said.

Ana looked down at me with a sad smile.

"I love you too," she said.

Her hot tears dropping onto my face while she kissed me was the last thing I remembered before I passed out.