Love Times 2 - Pt 10

Love Times 2

Part 10 of 15

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Spring Break!!!! It's always been a time for college students to cut loose and enjoy themselves. Kurt realized that it offered an opportunity to have a real, adult vacation with Yvonne, so the duo flew to a fancy beach resort. They learned something new about Yvonne when they visited Miami in Chapter 10 of the 15-part series, "Love Times 2."

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Going to Miami for spring break gave Yvonne and me opportunities to do something new. We'd never been able to spend so many days (and nights) together. We'd never been able to act like lovers in a romantic destination. And we'd never had such a good opportunity for Yvonne to indulge her appetite for exhibitionism.

In the time we'd been together, I'd become increasingly aware of the erotic pleasure that Yvonne derived from exposing her sexy body. Before we'd become intimate, Yvonne was one of those teenagers who enjoyed wearing brief, revealing clothes. Tight shorts. Cropped tops. Skimpy bikinis. A lot of young women are like that, but few go as far as Yvonne. The fact that we were in a city where no one knew her meant Yvonne could put herself on display in an environment where her friends and family weren't around.

I encouraged it. As her boyfriend, it's my job to take care of Yvonne's sexual needs. Since she was aroused by exhibitionism, I felt I needed to provide supportive ways she could enjoy it. Before our trip, I bought her some very sexy outfits. Lots of girls on spring break wear clothes that verge on indecent exposure, so Yvonne could fit right in as she attracted stares from all the horny college boys (and girls) in town.

I bought her some very sexy attire for our nights out. Short skirts, deep cleavage, and clingy fabric dominated her clothes that week. I believed I'd thought of everything, but Yvonne found a new way to expose herself on the very first afternoon at the resort.

It happened as we were walking on the beach. We were taking some snapshots showing her enjoying typical spring break activities. Posting photos like that on her social media would make her parents believe she was acting like a typical co-ed. We wanted to prevent them from suspecting she was taking a romantic vacation with a man.

Things got interesting as we walked past a big temporary stage set up to host spring break events. At that moment, there was a DJ playing dance music. The stage was surrounded by students who were dancing, drinking, and enjoying themselves.

"Thanks for coming out today, boys and girls!" said a gorgeous woman with a microphone and a daring bikini. "Welcome to today's Wet T-Shirt Contest! Ladies, this is your chance to win some very nice prizes! This afternoon's event is sponsored by Diamonds, the finest gentlemen's lounge in Miami. We have the prettiest girls, the strongest drinks, and the nicest atmosphere of any strip club in the city!"

This caused the young people in the audience to yell "Woo hoo!" in unison. It got Yvonne's attention. I could tell that she was intrigued by the idea of showing off her boobs for such a big crowd. She began watching two bikini-clad dancers on the stage. They shook their asses and leered at the crowd in a manner that was so sexy I felt sure they had to be two of the strippers who worked at the club.

The hostess - who may have been a stripper herself - began explaining that every woman who entered the contest got a free T-shirt with the club's logo, plus a ticket that gave them free admission. The winner got a $100 gift certificate to a local retail store that sold swimsuits, flip-flops, and other beach gear. The fact that half the girls in the crowd were already drunk meant that lots of them would enter the contest.

From the look on Yvonne's face, I could tell she wanted to compete.

"Would you like to do that?" I asked, knowing the answer in advance. I just wanted to make sure Yvonne understood I approved. "You're the prettiest girl here. I'm sure you'd win," I said.

"Really? You think so?" she said. It was obvious that Yvonne was pleased to see I didn't object. Why would I? Standing on stage with a wet T-shirt clinging to her boobs seemed like a pretty harmless activity to me. I knew Yvonne liked it when people stared at her body. I selfishly imagined that the experience would turn her on so much that after it was over, she'd want to go back to our hotel and have some especially spirited sex.

I didn't know that wet T-shirt contests had changed since I was a student on spring break.

Yvonne gave me her purse and removed the bikini top under her shirt. "I'll take some pictures, but I'm pretty sure you won't want to post them on Instagram," I said. She flashed an excited, girly smile that reminded me of all the reasons I loved her. Yvonne managed to enjoy life in an enthusiastic, healthy manner that made me feel young again. I knew that some guys would get jealous if their girlfriend wanted to flaunt her tits in public. I was glad I wasn't that kind of guy.

Pretty soon, the contestants were ushered onto the stage. Some of the girls were very cute. Others were average. They all seemed pretty enthusiastic about the notion that they were about to let a crowd of horny spectators gawk at them. None of the girls looked more enthusiastic than Yvonne. She spotted me in the crowd, made eye contact, and winked.

"Let's get this party started!" the hostess commanded. "Contestant number one! Come forward!"

The first girl in line stepped to the front of the stage, where one of the bikini-clad dancers used a garden hose to spray her down. I expected she'd just spray the shirt, but the dancer doused the girl from head to toe. Soon, she was dripping wet. As everyone knows, there are few sights more erotic than a scantily clad woman who happens to be soaking wet.

"Step to the front, honey! Show us what you've got!" the hostess said. The girl started to laugh, dancing to the music as she turned around. She had very large breasts that looked enticing under the wet fabric. The hostess encouraged her to keep dancing, giving the guys in the audience a good, long look at those big boobs.

"Alright! Let's give contestant number one a big hand!" the hostess said. "Number two! Step forward! Let's see what you've got!"

The crowd loved every minute of it. The contestants danced, and laughed, and waved their boobs at the audience. The guys cheered. This may not sound like the greatest show on earth, but the spectators loved it. Maybe you had to be there. The fact that so many people were drunk made a big difference. There's something endlessly appealing about the sight of wet female flesh - especially when the females involved are strutting around like a bunch of sluts. The crowd couldn't have been more enthusiastic if the women on stage included Taylor Swift, Megan Thee Stallion, Miley Cyrus, and Beyoncé.

We watched numbers two, three, and four. Yvonne was number five. I'm not objective, obviously, but I thought she looked better than any of the others. She had a better body, a prettier face, and another big advantage: her modeling experience helped her figure out the best ways to pose for the audience. I got a lot of pictures, especially after she got hosed down and her shirt clung to her boobs like a coat of paint. I can say with confidence that she had the best tits of any of the girls on stage. I felt sure she would win.

We watched the rest of the contestants go through their routines, and I thought the hostess would announce a winner. But that's not what happened. This was the moment I learned that wet T-shirt contests had changed since I was in college.

"Gee, girls, I'm not sure we can declare a winner here," the hostess said. "We need to see some more. Which one of you can show us what we all want to see?"

Immediately, girl number three took off her shirt and stepped to the front of the stage. She waved her naked tits to the crowd, getting a huge cheer.

"That's the spirit, number three!" the hostess said. "I think we may have a winner, folks. Do any of you other girls disagree with that?"

Contestants number one, two, and six immediately took off their shirts and joined number three on the front of the stage. The rest of the girls seemed uncertain. Yvonne made eye contact, seemingly asking me what she should do. I gave her a "thumbs up" signal, so she knew I didn't object if she wanted to flash the crowd.

She got a big cheer when she whipped off her shirt. Soon, every girl on stage was topless. The dancer with the hose spent some more time spraying them down, turning the line of contestants into a shiny, wet collection of sexy female flesh.

It wasn't long before one of the girls took off the bottom of her bikini. Everybody went crazy when she shook her bare ass at the crowd. Another girl got rid of her bottom. And another. And another. It turned out that one of the girls wasn't brave enough to stand on stage completely naked. But Yvonne stripped off everything, and she looked ecstatic as she and the other girls strutted around like a bunch of naked, oversexed sluts.

The atmosphere was pretty raunchy, but that was the point. Despite the fact that everything was very low-brow entertainment, I felt the show was good, sex-positive fun. I just hoped no police showed up. I loved the fact that it gave Yvonne a new way to be an exhibitionist.

The hostess had the girls line up so the audience could applaud for the one they liked best. When it was time to clap for Yvonne, it was pretty obvious that she was the crowd favorite. She stood there in the middle of the stage, naked, as the hostess awarded the prizes, with Yvonne taking first place.

"Remember to come down to Diamonds for tonight's erotic revue!" the hostess said as she ushered the contestants to the exit at the back of the stage. "Tonight we are hosting one of our ever-popular amateur dance contests! Ladies, if you've ever considered a career as an exotic dancer, this is your chance to find out what it's like! All of you girls who participated in today's wet T-shirt contest would look great on stage at Diamonds! Come on down, have a few drinks, and be entertained by the hottest women in Miami! I'll see you there!"

Yvonne was wearing her new T-shirt when she made her way back to me. "I can't believe I did that!" she said. "I had no idea they'd want us to get completely naked."

"Yeah, that surprised me too," I said. "I saw some wet T-shirt contests when I was in college, and there was no total nudity back then. I think I prefer the way they did it here today."

She was surprisingly quiet as we returned to our hotel room. I was pretty sure I knew why. Exposing herself like that aroused her. She wanted to have sex. Immediately. I was ready to give her what she needed. It was exciting to watch the woman I love participate in what amounted to a softcore porn performance. I'd seen how excited she got by wearing sexy clothes. I'd seen how aroused she became while posing for erotic photographs. This was a lot more powerful, and she was hotter than the Miami sun.

Yvonne stripped off her clothes the second we walked into our suite. "I need to suck your cock, Kurt," she said. The look on her face was unlike anything I'd seen before. I'm not sure how to describe it. Desperation? She pulled my pants down to my ankles, sank to her knees, and sucked my limp cock between her lips. Yvonne started giving me a fantastic blowjob. It went beyond her usual efforts to please me. She seemed to be working to satisfy some need inside herself.

We hadn't gotten as far as the bed, or even to a chair. I was standing in the middle of our suite as I looked down at Yvonne's naked form, laboring to make me hard. I felt pretty energized after watching the girls compete in the contest. Yvonne had me as hard as steel in seconds.

Yvonne pulled away from my cock. "Take off your clothes," she said. "Please, Kurt. Take them off." I kicked away my shoes, stepped out of my pants, and pulled off my shirt. Yvonne bent over the bed, presenting her naked ass to me. "Fuck me. Please, fuck me. Hard," she said. I'd never heard Yvonne use the f-word before. She's normally very refined. Ladylike. Something very strange was happening.

I walked up behind her and began running the head of my cock up and down her pussy. She was dripping wet, naturally. That was not surprising. Soon, my cock was wet and slippery, and Yvonne jumped when I ran the tip over her clit. But that's not what she wanted.

"Just fuck me, Kurt! Please!" she said. "Don't tease me! All I want is for you to fuck me as hard as you can!"

Well! Thanks for clarifying that, Yvonne! I shoved my dick deep into her pussy, thinking that would satisfy her. It didn't. "Harder, baby! Harder! Fuck my pussy harder!" she cried.

At this point, I couldn't help thinking that I'd only heard the words "fuck me harder" in porn videos. In normal situations, that wasn't the way to please normal women. But there was nothing normal about what was happening at that moment. I could tell that Yvonne needed something very different from me. I just hoped I could figure it out.

I began pounding into her from behind, battering her body with mine. She cried out each time. I couldn't tell if her exclamations were caused by pleasure or pain. Maybe both. I spanked her ass - hard. I did it again. The situation seemed to call for it. Yvonne made a strange noise that sounded like snarling. I honestly had no idea if she liked what we were doing.

She found a way to let me know. After a little more of this kind of treatment, Yvonne had an orgasm. It wasn't an ordinary climax. This was a massive, strong, loud, ecstatic eruption of orgasmic energy. I don't know how to describe the sound she made. It was part scream, part wail, part bellow. She sounded like a wild animal rutting in the jungle. If this seems uncharacteristic of the Yvonne I've described in the past, you are getting an accurate picture of what was happening.

It went on, and on, and on. Her pussy clenched my cock much harder than usual. At some point, her legs went limp, and I had to hold tight to her hips to keep her from collapsing on the bed. I still needed to cum, so I kept slamming into her from behind long enough to have my climax. It felt good, but I'm sure that what I felt wasn't as good as what Yvonne experienced.

I finally lowered her to the mattress. Her upper body was on the bed, but her legs draped over the side, sprawled on the floor. She looked like she'd been fucked into unconsciousness. I suppose it reveals something strange about me when I say that I wanted to take a picture. I'd never seen Yvonne like this, and I didn't want to forget it. I picked up my camera and snapped a photo of Yvonne, naked, spread across the bottom of the bed.

Making as little noise as possible, I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I wanted to take a shower, and I didn't want to disturb Yvonne. I was almost done when I heard her enter. She was still naked when she got into the shower with me.

"Kiss me," she said.

I gave her a soft, gentle kiss that contrasted sharply with the aggressive sex we'd just enjoyed. After giving her a long, lingering hug, I got some body wash and began lathering her skin. I loved giving Yvonne a shower like this. It gave me another way to enjoy her body, and she enjoyed getting such a tangible sign of my devotion.

"Why don't we go downstairs and get something to eat?" I asked. "You must be hungry by now."

"I'm starving. Nothing works up an appetite like dancing naked in front of a bunch of drunken frat boys," she said. She was oddly quiet as she got dressed, and she remained quiet as we went down the elevator and walked to the restaurant.

She didn't say anything until we were seated at a table on the patio. "I feel like I owe you an apology, Kurt," she said. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."

"You have nothing to apologize for," I said. "I enjoyed seeing you on stage. You looked gorgeous. Sexy. Why would I be embarrassed about that?"

"You have every right to expect that your girlfriend won't act like a whore in front of a crowd of people. I don't know what got into me. A lot of the girls on stage were drunk. I don't have that excuse; I was sober."

"Baby, it hurts to hear you say those things. You did nothing wrong. Nothing. You didn't act like a whore. You acted like a vibrant, healthy young woman who likes sex. That's a good thing, Yvonne. The fact that you have such a wholesome attitude about your sexuality is one of the many things I love about you."

"I don't think there was anything wholesome about me shaking my naked ass in front of a crowd of spring breakers," she said, looking embarrassed.

I took her hand. "Let me tell you what I think," I said. "I believe that you and I are learning something important about your sexuality. We are learning that you enjoy it when people look at your beautiful body. It's no different from the way we both feel when we create nude photographs of you. Part of that pleasure comes from creating something artistic, but part of it is the pleasure you get from being vulnerable enough to expose yourself to my camera.

"Lots of people are aroused this way. It makes me glad that we figured out that you enjoy this kind of erotic experience. It's a wonderful quality, Yvonne. It says something nice about the kind of woman you are. I'm happy for you. I want to help you find more ways to experience it."

"You are being much too kind," Yvonne said. "Kurt, I think I'm turning into an exhibitionist."

"You say that like it's a bad thing!" I said. "Lots of people are exhibitionists. It's a perfectly normal, natural way to express your sexuality. I think you're lucky to discover it when you're so young. Let me show you something." I pulled out my cell phone and opened the photos of Yvonne naked on stage.

"Look at the expression on your face," I said. "I know what joy looks like. There's nothing wrong with feeling joy! We live in a culture where lots of folks have lots of ways to make people feel guilty about normal sexual impulses. The fact that you are an exhibitionist is wonderful, baby. It's normal. It's a good thing to know.

"From now on, I'm going to look for ways to help you satisfy your urge to expose yourself. Maybe next time we go on vacation, we'll go somewhere with a nude beach. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Maybe we can find a clothing-optional resort.

"It gives me pain to think you feel guilty about something you should be celebrating. Please, baby. These are normal impulses. Don't ever try to suppress the urges that make you the amazing, sexy woman I love."

She was quiet for a long time. "You always know how to make me feel better," she finally said. "Do you really believe that? Or are you just trying to make something abnormal seem normal?"

"I'm sure there's nothing remotely abnormal about you, Yvonne," I said.

"When I was in college, I took a class in sexuality. It was illuminating. One thing I remember learning is that there's a very wide range of things that provide sexual stimulation to various groups of people. I remember that some folks like being tickled. Some enjoy being tied up during sex.

"Lots of couples enjoy rape fantasies. Some folks are aroused by the aroma of leather. And a LOT of people like experiencing pain! Have you ever gone to a sex shop? My God, they sell so many whips, paddles, canes, and riding crops that I sometimes imagine that half the people you see on the street are walking around with welts on their asses.

"There's a big, broad world of kink out there, baby. Compared to some of those kinks, exhibitionism is pretty mild. And it has the added advantage that I can enjoy it with you. I loved watching you get naked on stage. I loved seeing how much you enjoyed it. Please, baby, let's experience that again.

"I've got an idea. You've got free tickets to go to that strip club, and it's going to have an amateur strip tease contest tonight. Let's go. I'd love to watch you compete. I'll bet you'd win that contest, too. It would be fun!"

"Kurt! Are you seriously suggesting I get naked in a strip club!?"

"Why not? Look me in the eye and tell me the idea doesn't excite you?" I said. Yvonne looked at me and said nothing. "Baby, you've been thinking about it, haven't you? When you heard them announce they were having a strip tease contest, you thought it would be fun, didn't you?"

Yvonne blushed. It was adorable.

"Maybe," she said softly.

"Then it's settled," I said. "Now we know what we're going to do this evening. I'm certain we'll both enjoy it."

"Maybe," Yvonne said.

It had been a good day. We'd started early, going to the beach before the sun got high enough to give us sunburn. We'd taken a lot of photos that would serve as mementos for our trip. Some of the pictures were family-friendly images suitable for Yvonne's social media accounts. Her relatives and friends would see them and assume she was having fun with her college buddies, not spending a week with me.

"We're going to be up late tonight," I said. "Why don't we go back to our suite? We should take a nap so we don't get too tired. And I know something fun we can do in our room.

"Let me guess," Yvonne said. "It involves having sex."

"That's a good guess. But it's not what I had in mind," I said.

"Why don't we go upstairs so you can rehearse the striptease routine you'll do in the contest tonight? I'd love to watch that. You can plan what you want to wear. What music you want to use. I can sit off to the side and pretend I'm an audience of dozens of horny dudes clapping and cheering as you get naked for our entertainment. Come to think of it, that probably will get us both in the mood for some energetic sex afterward. Then we can take a little nap. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"It does, actually," Yvonne said.

We finished our drinks, and then went upstairs. Yvonne picked out a sexy outfit that seemed perfect to me. She wanted to wear one of the hot little dresses I'd given her. It featured a very short skirt, lots of dramatic cleavage, and clingy fabric that flattered her figure. I'd originally expected she'd want to wear short skirts like that with sheer pantyhose, but she had a better idea. She paired the outfit with a sexy garter belt that held up a pair of fishnet pull-ups. Because the skirt was so short, it exposed the garters and the tops of the hose. Very bold. Sexy. It wasn't a look I'd seen before, but Yvonne assured me that young women go to dance clubs in outfits like that all the time. Whatever. I approved!

I did have one good suggestion. "Instead of wearing a bra and panties, why don't you wear your string bikini?" I said. "When it comes time for you to strip down, it will look more graceful if you can just untie the strings. There won't be any awkward moments when you have to step out of your panties."

"That's a good idea," she said. "Let's try it."

Yvonne put on her "stripper outfit" and found some appropriate music for her routine. She picked a very popular song. It was something a DJ would likely have.

I sat in my chair, and Yvonne began playing her music. She danced for a while, then unzipped her dress and removed it. It was thrilling to watch as she untied her top. Yvonne has fabulous tits. I loved watching her dance topless. The only thing I enjoyed more was when she untied the bottom. The string bikini was much easier to remove than regular underwear. I thought it made Yvonne's "performance" look more polished - more like something an experienced dancer would do.

"What am I going to do about the pole?" she asked when the music ended. "I don't know anything about pole dancing."

"None of the other amateurs are going to know, either," I said. "Just watch what the professionals do. Don't try to do any of the fancy stuff. Just do the simple moves that amateurs can handle."

She went through her routine twice. After the second performance, I made a request.

"Do me a favor, baby," I said. "Don't put your clothes back on. Just keep dancing. Just for me. You gave me a boner the size of the Washington Monument. Let me enjoy watching you for a while. You know how much I like gazing at your naked body. Please, just a little longer."

Yvonne gave me a sly grin, then resumed dancing. She came closer to where I sat, giving me something like a private lap dance. When the song ended, she sat down in my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Was that adequate?" she asked.

"It will be soon," I said. "Let's go to bed, baby. My dick hurts. I need you to kiss it and make it feel better."

There was nothing fancy about what happened next. We'd done our impression of hyperactive porn actors earlier that day. What we wanted this time was slow, relaxed, and romantic. I made Yvonne cum twice, and then I climaxed. None of these orgasms were particularly memorable, but they satisfied the needs we felt at that moment. We napped afterward, got up, and then went to the restaurant downstairs for dinner.

Yvonne had a light meal. "I don't want to dance on a full stomach," she explained.

"Very wise," I said. "I'll bet that a lot of the girls you'll compete with tonight won't be smart enough to think of that."

We got to Diamonds before the dance contest began. There were three stages that all had dancers performing simultaneously. I'd never been to such a big, fancy strip club. I thought all the dancers were cute, but I imagined that if a guy didn't like one of them, he could enjoy watching the other two. About three-fourths of the folks in the audience were male, and most of them appeared to be college students there for spring break. Most of the girls in the audience were dressed in casual beach fashions. None of them wore anything as sexy as Yvonne's outfit.

I began to imagine that it was likely she'd win the amateur dance contest, and that it would add a special element to the exhibitionist thrill of the experience. Yvonne decided to have a cocktail. She looked nervous as she scanned the audience and imagined how it would feel to get naked in front of such a rowdy crowd. At one point, I noticed her hand was shaking.

"A drink will help me relax," she said.

"That makes sense," I agreed. "You'll enjoy yourself more if you can loosen up."

She sipped her drink as we watched the professional dancers. "God, I wish I could do some of the moves those girls do on the poles," she said as we watched a particularly limber dancer spinning upside down.

"Maybe someday you'd like to take a class in pole dancing," I said.

She raised one eyebrow. "Are you suggesting that I make a habit of this?" she said.

"Well... why not?" I asked. "I think it depends on how much you enjoy it. I don't think you are likely to pursue a career in exotic dancing, but maybe you'd like to put up a pole in our bedroom."

"Oh!!! I like that idea," she said. "I think I'd enjoy dancing for the man I love!"

"The man you love would enjoy watching you dance," I said.

They eventually announced that women who wanted to compete in the contest should register with the DJ. Yvonne let him know what music she wanted to play. Each contestant had to pick a fake name. Yvonne asked to be identified as "Crystal." That seemed like a nice name for someone performing at a club called Diamonds.

Yvonne ordered a second cocktail as she waited for the contest to begin. She sipped on it nervously as other women danced. Most of the contestants were drunk co-eds looking for a way to do something outrageous. A few of them seemed anxious to put on a good show, but most of them just stumbled drunkenly around the stage and looked clumsy as they got naked. Still, the crowd loved them all.

One of the girls made me suspicious. She was a master of pole dancing. She could spin and twirl like a professional. She had a very nice body, too. None of the other entrants had nearly as much dancing skill. It seemed odd. Out of place. What was happening?

When it was Yvonne's turn, she still felt nervous. She looked uncertain of herself when she got on stage, and things didn't improve as the music began and she started to move. But then a bunch of guys began to cheer for her. "Yeah! You're a hottie, sweetheart!" one of them yelled. Yvonne liked that. She smiled at the guy and gave him a wink, which triggered a burst of applause.

She looked more relaxed as her dance continued. When it came time for her to start taking off her clothes, she stepped smoothly out of her dress, and that got her another round of cheers and clapping. Under the dress, she wore the sexiest undergarments of any contestant. None of them thought to wear a garter belt. It gave her a kinky vibe that no one else could match.

The crowd went completely nuts when Yvonne untied her top and tossed it aside. One of the things that makes Yvonne a good nude model is that she has such beautiful tits. They are big C-cups and very perky; that combination is rare. She got a huge smile on her face when the crowd reacted so well. It prompted her to shake her boobs at the audience, which set off another round of applause.

I took lots of pictures.

Everybody knew there was just one more item of clothing left to remove. Yvonne prolonged the moment, untying one side of her bottoms without making any move to pull it aside. It went on for so long that the crowd got impatient. "For the love of God, babe! Take it off! Please, take it off!" one guy yelled. Yvonne laughed, stalled for a few more seconds, then tossed the little thong behind her.

The reaction was thunderous. Yvonne had done a great job figuring out the best ways to build anticipation for her unveiling. That - combined with the fact that she was the hottest girl to compete - made me think she ought to win. Her only shortcoming was the fact that Yvonne didn't know how to do any fancy pole dancing moves. But that was true of all but one of the other contestants. I was feeling very optimistic when she finished.

But the main emotion I had was happiness over what I'd seen. Yvonne had embraced her exhibitionist tendencies. I detected no sign of embarrassment or regret on her face as she bowed to the crowd and picked up her clothes. The whole point of the evening's activities was to give Yvonne a new way to enjoy this part of her sexuality. It had been a complete success.

"Did you like it!? Did I do OK!?" she asked when she got back to the table.

"You were spectacular!" I said. "Baby, I think you gave every guy in this place a massive hard-on!" I just re-read that last sentence. It seems unnecessarily crude in retrospect. But I can report that Yvonne liked hearing it. The excited expression on her face revealed how much she relished the notion that she could excite a crowd of strangers.

The dance competition had erotic elements that went beyond anything she experienced at the wet T-shirt contest. It seemed to do more to make her exhibitionism come alive. I ordered her another cocktail, and she took big gulps as she watched the rest of the competitors. She clapped and cheered for them all. The signs of her former nervousness were gone, replaced by pure joy. It was wonderful to see.

That changed when it was time to announce the winner. The hostess had all the contestants line up on stage, then she asked the audience to clap for their favorites. It seemed obvious to me that Yvonne got the loudest response. But then they announced that the winner was the girl who did all the fancy moves on the pole. It seemed suspicious to me, and it infuriated Yvonne.

"Shit! Damn! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK!!!!" she said when she got back to the table. "I was sure I'd win!!!" she complained.

"I thought you won," I said. "I thought the audience clapped more for you. Something seems off."

Yvonne was still swearing and grinding her teeth when I signaled for one of the dancers to come to our table. "Do you want a lap dance, honey?" she asked.

"Yes. For her," I said, pointing to Yvonne. "Give her a nice dance, and I'll give you a nice tip."

This turn of events seemed to surprise Yvonne. She hadn't expected me to buy her a lap dance, and I don't think she was sure she wanted one. But she followed the dancer back to the private little booths. I liked to imagine that what happened inside was sufficiently distracting to get her to stop thinking so much about the fact that she'd lost the contest.

That didn't happen.

"That contest was rigged!" she said when she got back to the table. Apparently, the dancer could tell Yvonne was pissed off about losing, so she clued her into the situation. The girl who won the "amateur" contest was actually a professional who worked for another club owned by the same guys who owned Diamonds. Having one of their own dancers collect the prize saved them the expense of giving a $1,000 check to some random customer.

It was pretty clever, actually. The only thing that made it look suspicious was that Yvonne was such a hottie that most of the members of the audience liked her more than the professional dancer. I'm sure we weren't the only people there who thought the outcome was odd.

"Let's go," I said. "Baby, we both know you should have won. And every dude in the audience feels that way, too." As we walked out, several guys cheered for Yvonne as she walked by their table. That seemed to cheer her up.

"I hope you feel good about what happened tonight," I said as we drove away. "You looked spectacular up there, baby." I reached over and squeezed her knee. "Thinking about how you looked is making me hard again."

"Really?" she said. Yvonne reached over and felt the front of my pants, confirming that I had an erection. "Wow!" she said. "I guess you DID like my dance!"

"Absolutely," I said. I ran my hand up under her skirt, feeling the inside of her thigh. Yvonne gasped when my fingers reached the tops of her fishnets. I was trying to get her to think about something other than how mad she was, and it seemed that I'd done it.

She was quiet for a moment as we drove back to the hotel. She took my hand and pressed it against her panties. After a little of that, she unzipped my pants and began to massage my cock. It felt great, but I wasn't sure it was a good idea to give me a handjob while I was driving. Miami is a big city with lots of traffic. I was afraid I might get so distracted I'd crash into something.

Yvonne didn't seem to care. She got more determined as she stroked me up and down.

"Baby... I don't think this is safe," I said.

"Find a place to pull over," she said.

I found a shopping center with a big parking lot that was almost empty. As soon as I stopped, Yvonne leaned over and sucked my cock between her lips. This was the second time that day when she gave me a spirited blowjob. It was pretty obvious that exhibitionism aroused an element of Yvonne's sexuality that nothing else could.

It took only a few seconds for Yvonne to get me fully erect. "Tilt your seat back," she said as she removed her bikini bottoms and placed them on the dashboard. After I leaned back in my chair, Yvonne straddled my lap, grabbed my dick, and impaled her wet pussy on it. She rose up and down as fast as a jackhammer, squeezing my cock with her tight, velvet pussy.

"Cum for me, Kurt! Cum for me!" she commanded, looking into my eyes with an expression of fierce determination. Everything about what was happening surprised me. I hadn't had sex in a car since I was in high school. What Yvonne was doing was nothing like those awkward teenage experiences.

"I want to feel you cum in my pussy! Fill me up! Dammit, fill me up!" she said. I reached inside her dress high enough to untie the top of her bikini. I squeezed her boobs hard enough to make her grimace. I don't have the words to describe how I felt. This was outside the realm of anything I'd experienced before. Yes, it was exciting. But it was more than that.

Maybe the best way I can explain it is by saying I felt like I was having sex with a woman I'd never met before. A very exciting woman. A woman who was staring into my eyes with a crazed, determined expression unlike anything I'd ever seen. I started to cum, which provoked a manic laugh. "Yes! Yes! Yes yes yes! Cum for me! Cum in me! Cum!!!!!!" she said.

Yvonne didn't climax, and that didn't seem to bother her. "You'd better get us out of here before some cop starts wondering what we're doing," she said, climbing off my body. She grabbed her bikini bottom off the dashboard and put it back where it belonged. "Hurry up, baby. Get moving. Chop chop," she said when I was slow to respond.

I finally zipped up my pants, raised my chair to the upright position, and began driving away. It seemed sensible to drive slowly. Everything had been so disorienting that I wasn't sure I could drive safely. But I felt almost normal by the time we got back to the hotel.

"I'm sorry you didn't cum," I said as we parked.

"Oh, don't be sorry. You gave me what I wanted. I wasn't trying to cum," she said. "If you want to make me cum, you can do that after we get back to our suite."

As soon as we entered our room, Yvonne went to the music player and synced it with her cellphone. She played the song she'd selected for her performance. Yvonne began dancing, and I knew I was about to enjoy a rerun of the act that had been such a hit at Diamonds. I watched as she unzipped her dress, tossed away her bikini, and came close enough to give me a lap dance.

I could tell she'd learned a few things in the booth with the dancer. She waved her boobs in my face, using the slow-motion tricks professionals employ. I kept my hands at my sides, treating her the way a paying customer treats a real exotic dancer. She turned around, sat on my lap, and rubbed her naked ass against my lap. I wasn't hard, of course. She'd drained my balls just a few minutes earlier in the car. But it felt good, and I knew she could give me another boner if that's what she wanted.

That's what she wanted. Yvonne helped me out of my clothes, guided me to the bed, and sucked my cock into her mouth one more time. She moved a lot slower this time. She wasn't in the kind of crazed hurry I'd seen earlier. It took longer to make me hard. When she did, she got on her back, spread her legs, and urged me to get on top of her so we could enjoy some nice, relaxed missionary-style sex.

It lasted for a long time. Yvonne's arousal grew slowly. When she finally climaxed, I could barely tell. She trembled slightly and let out a sexy moan. The only reason I was certain she'd had an orgasm was that I felt the muscles in her vagina clench my cock gently.

My climax was equally subdued. When it ended, I rolled over and stretched out beside her.

"This has been a very special day. Very exciting," I said. "I am in love with the sexiest woman in the world. Today proved that."

"I'm glad you think so, Kurt," she said. "Being with you gives me the confidence to do things I wouldn't be brave enough to do normally. Today was liberating. It's so good to know I have your support."

"I am your boyfriend. It's my job to support you," I said. "After what happened today, I need to think of some new experiences for you. New ways to cultivate your enjoyment of exhibitionism."

"Yeah? What do you have in mind?" she asked.

"Today you won a gift certificate for a beach shop that sells bathing suits," I said. "Maybe tomorrow we could go buy the skimpiest bikini they have. I'll bet you'd enjoy walking up and down the beach in a suit that would get the attention of every guy down there."

"I'll bet you're right," she replied.

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Yvonne has always enjoyed exhibitionism. But she'd never fully embraced it before her trip to Miami. She and Kurt discover another hidden dimension to her sexuality in Chapter 11 of the 15-part story "Love Times 2." It's a big discovery that's completely unexpected.