We crossed paths after I introduced myself to her as the bald man with the AC/DC t-shirt next to the coffee shop.
Although it was hard to read our faces because of our sunglasses, we were happy, grinning, and gave each other hugs. There were many brief squeezes during the lengthy hug as she and I rubbed up against one another. She felt my pulsating cock, and I felt her breasts on my chest as my fingers softly massaged, pinched, and squeezed her back. From the corner of my eye, I noticed someone pulling out his camera phone. I then broke eye contact, grabbed her hand, and we headed in the direction of my car.
Veena had said throughout our conversations that she wasn’t sure how much of an exhibitionist she was. She was aware that she enjoyed acting as a cock-tease. However, she had been like that in her town among her pals. She was unsure of how she would manage being far from home in a large, congested city. It was her opportunity.
I had sent her a bra with no nipples and a thong without a crotch. I knew the moment I laid eyes on her that she had worn these on the flight I had purchased for her. After our hug, her tight dress could not conceal her hard nipples; I knew she was wearing a thong, and my own caresses over her back corroborated these findings. For the train journey, I’d dressed in track pants, so my erection was visible.
Veena was curious about her impact on males. She had expressed to me her desire for a threesome to rule and subjugate as well as to be satisfied. I had booked us a hotel, and she had brought cheap bikinis to show off on the beach. I had reserved a cottage for us since she had informed me that she enjoys letting out loud moans.
Throughout our conversations, Veena shared with me her realization that she was an exhibitionist while she worked out. She claimed to have spent a significant amount of money on eight separate gym memberships, during which she would travel to various locations across the city at various hours of the day and attract the attention of males.
Veena used to leave the house in her typical attire, work up a sweat in the gym, and change into the tightest clothes. She told me, “I sweat a lot,” and she would always wear sleeveless. ” After each set, I am careful to wipe away the perspiration. I can feel people’s eyes on me when I do it. And I feel like I’m performing a striptease in front of a pole. Wearing a patch for a bra and a thong that has gotten sucked into my cunt and is now sawing my clit…”
“…Sometimes I tilt my head back and shake my hair as I wipe away perspiration. More so to give me a breast-shake. The dicks in the gym are swelling, I can tell. I look in the mirror and wipe the perspiration from my hands and armpits, aware that all the males have given up on their workouts and are ogling me…”
“…There are other ladies as well; many of them seem to be jealous of me, and some are just observing me to pick up tips. I then proceed to clean my face while sitting on an inclined seat. I then use the towel to conceal my face. My enormous breasts, maybe my camel toe, and my nearly obscenely spread legs are all on display. People jerking off and spewing their cum all over me is how I see them. I give up; the second set is about to begin…”