By Misadventure (Erotic Story Excerpt)

All of this was wrong…but in the right way….

“Believe me, I can’t wait to see you. The things I’m going to do to you are going to be beyond your wildest dreams. I’m going to stick it to you in ways you’ve never had before. When you wake up tomorrow morning, you’re going to wonder what the fuck happened to you.”

“I like the sound of that!”

“Okay good. So here’s what we’re going to do next. I want you to lay down on the steps leading up to the Capitol building. You know that long staircase in the front?”

“Yeah, I know it.”

“Just right down the street from where you are now.”

“Right,” I said, happy that the next game was within walking distance so I didn’t have to worry about scaling another fence or trying to find a parking spot. “I know where you mean.”

“Good. So just take your top off, lie down on those steps, and do whatever comes naturally. You know what I’m saying.”

“And I guess you’re there already so you can watch?”

“You know it!”

“How long am I supposed to do this one?”

“Ten minutes.”

“So twice as long? Why?”

“Because it’s twice as hot and it’s going to double my horniness. Don’t tell me you’re not up for it now?”

“No, I’m definitely still up for it.”

I had to be. I was in too deep now. The longer this went on, the more I wanted to meet him, to get fucked by him. If this was his strange idea of foreplay, I had to go along with it. As the night ticked on, my desire for him grew. I had to see this through, I had to finally get to Anthony.

I really hoped the night was going to end up just as good as advertised because heaven knows I was working for it.

“Good, then after you’re done doing whatever it is you end up doing, come back to the phone and we’ll go on to the last game.”

“And then?”

“And then you’re going to get everything you deserve, everything you’ve earned.”

“After all this, I hope so!” I laughed. I really hoped the night was going to end up just as good as advertised because heaven knows I was working for it.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. You definitely will. I’ll talk to you in a little bit.”

And so I went. I rushed over to the Capitol building and walked up half of the steps. I wanted to make sure that wherever Anthony was, he’d get a good view, but I didn’t want to do my business right at the front door. Somehow that seemed a little too wrong, almost disrespectful. But then again, all of this was a little wrong…but in the right way.

I took off my blouse and laid on top of it. Then I pulled down my bra until it was resting at my abdomen. That was good enough, I thought. He would definitely get the view he wanted, but I had the option of putting it back on quickly if I needed to. Still, I had to watch the clock. If I ended too soon, I may not get the promised pounding I’d done all this work for.

The cool night air embraced my skin, and it didn’t take long for my nipples to respond to its touch. I watched my nipples get hard as I started to rub them softly. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done it every single night, but this time it was the most arousing it had ever been. It was one thing to be nestled in bed in the privacy of my home, but it was quite another to be so exposed in such a public place, such a busy place, and a place where I could definitely get caught. Clearly Anthony knew what he was doing.

And I was loving it. I squeezed my breasts and kneaded them in the palm of my hands. They were warm and tender to my touch and my nipples felt like they were about to explode from the heat. I pinched them and felt myself shudder all over. Little by little, I was getting wet between my legs again and I wanted to finger fuck myself right there. Was that part of the game? Would I get points off if I didn’t only focus on my breasts? I would think that would get me bonus points, brownie points so when Anthony and I finally cooked things up in the bedroom, he would do a little something extra for me like I was doing for him.

If I was going to get arrested that night, at least I wanted to get in another orgasm before I did.

I decided to compromise. I continued squeezing one of my tits with one hand and slowly moving my other hand down south, underneath my panties until I pressed my hot mound in my hand and squeezed it tightly. She responded with a shiver, which only got more intense as I rubbed my clit up and down to the same rhythm that my other hand had for rubbing my tits. I found myself swinging my hips from side to side and up and down to get my fingers in my pussy as deeply as possible. But I had to make sure I was also giving my tits most of the attention, since that’s what Anthony clearly wanted to see, so I moved my hand over to the other tit and gave it the same treatment as the first. I quickly glanced down at my watch and saw I had gotten so lost in the moment that I only had about three minutes left. That made me more excited because I knew I was one step closer to getting to him and experiencing even more pleasure than I was in that moment.

The next thing I knew, I began to hear footsteps all around me as people descended the stairs. My heart increased exponentially, although I expected some kind of an audience — at the very least from Anthony, as well as any other onlookers in buildings nearby — but I never expected them to get so up close and personal with me. What possibly could have been going on that night?

At first it seemed as if no one was paying attention to me. Maybe they were so focused on getting to their cars and going home that their myopia left my shenanigans out of view. But then people started to see me. And stare at me with contempt. Some laughed, most snarled. Some even commented that they were going to call the police. I frantically continued masturbating, thinking that if I was going to get arrested that night, at least I wanted to get in another orgasm before I did.

I tried to just concentrate on my pleasure, and not pay attention to the increasing number of people watching me. But their eyes started to burn into my skin, which made it impossible to ignore them. It also made it sexier, so by the time the man stood above me, staring at me with lust, I had just started to orgasm against the palm of my hand.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, partially reprimanding me and partially turned on. I could see it in his eyes; he wanted to punish me for what I was doing, but not in the punitive way.

“Nothing,” I squeaked breathlessly as I felt another wave of orgasm come through me while I pinched one of my nipples.

He leaned over to get a good look. “Miss, I’m not objecting to what you’re doing, but maybe you want to go home to do it?”

I didn’t respond, but our eyes locked and I tried to communicate to him without words for a second. Then I finally said, “I only have about a minute to go, and then I’ll get out of here.”

“Do you mind?” he asked as he made a squeezing motion with his hand. I shook my head, I didn’t mind, I longed for a touch in that moment, and considering what happened earlier, a simple boob squeeze for however many seconds I had left didn’t seem like it would make a big difference.

I started to moan as I enjoyed the feeling of his wet mouth sucking me, transmitting his desire for me through the soft supple skin of my erect nipple.

The man reached down and took one of my breasts in his hand and started rubbing it, while cautiously looking around to make sure no one noticed what he was doing. He started to rub his thumb over my hard nipple and I quivered from the electricity that shot through my body. After a few seconds of enjoying me, the man knelt down and moved closer to me, until his mouth was wrapped around my nipple. I started to moan as I enjoyed the feeling of his wet mouth sucking me, transmitting his desire for me through the soft supple skin of my erect nipple.

“Councilman Johnson!” a woman yelled from behind him. “What are you doing?”

He quickly jumped to his feet and put his hands in his pockets, trying to pretend he hadn’t done anything, but looking like the cat that just ate the canary and got caught with the feathers in its teeth.

“Nothing!” he said nervously.

“Are you crazy? What if somebody sees you and the papers find out about this? What if your wife hears about this?”

“I was just telling the young lady about the women’s issues we discussed in the Council meeting,” he said quickly, sounding like he was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince her.

“You ought to thank your lucky stars I’m such a good assistant to you,” she said as she motioned for him to walk with her down the stairs, but not before giving me a piece of friendly advice: “Miss, I’m sure you get off on your exhibitionism, but trust me, this isn’t the kind of attention you want. Next time try not to do it in front of the Capitol building please. I’m sure there have been at least a dozen calls to the police about you by now.”

“Of course,” I said, giving my pussy one last squeeze before I pulled my hand out of my pants and started pulling up my bra and putting my blouse back on. “I was just about to leave.”

At that point, they were probably too far away to hear me. As I composed myself on the steps, I looked up at the night sky wondering where Anthony was and if he had seen this whole strange play act out in front of him. I hoped he enjoyed it. I know I did. I didn’t know what the next game was going to be, but I was excited as I finally pulled my body up and walked back toward the pay phone. What could he think of to possibly top this? I didn’t know, but I couldn’t wait to find out.

What act of exhibitionism will he have her do next? Check out By Misadventure for the rest of the story.

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