My upper body covered, she moved to my legs, working her way up from my ankles, then my butt. She trailed a finger teasingly between my ass cheeks, and I expected her to slip her well-lubricated finger into my asshole, but she just teased around it. I was quietly moaning by the time her fingers traced along my hips, and around to my pubic mound. She took her time applying oil to my pussy lips, and I was sure that we had drawn a pretty good audience, but the blindfold kept me from seeing if that was true or not.
My quiet moans became loader as she slid a couple of her slender fingers into me, and worked them around for a few seconds before withdrawing.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t resist,” she whispered in my ear, “you have such a cute little pussy.”
I moaned again — out of frustration this time — at the sudden loss of her sensual touching and rubbing.
Shari said, “There you go, all shiny.”
My level of excitement faded after a few minutes, but my frustration never did go away completely. Travel always made me extra horny, but after today, I was positively going to pounce on Eric when I got back to our hotel room!
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Even though I have always liked watching people’s reactions to my body, being blindfolded appealed to my exhibitionistic streak in a different way. Not knowing who was looking at me was hot. I was imagining guys getting so excited that they started wanking their cocks right there in the aisle. Then, they’d overpower Knuckles, and have their way with my bound and helpless body right here on the show floor.
Ok, yeah, I knew that wasn’t going to happen, but it was a fun little fantasy to occupy myself with as I hung there on display. It’s not like I could read a book. Hmm, for tomorrow, I should see if Damon would be ok with me listening to an audiobook on my wireless earbuds…
Some of the guys were less inhibited since I couldn’t see them, and I got some even more explicit remarks, some of which sent shivers of excitement straight to my pussy.
“Bitch, just bought a lot of rope to get to fuck you, so you better be worth it.”
“Coming to your party, and can’t wait to get my hands on those titties.”
“You noisy when you’re getting fucked? Going to make you squeal, bitch.”
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“Time to take your blindfold off.”
I recognized the voice, it was one of the booth dudes, and I blinked at the sudden light as my blindfold was removed.
He shrugged, and added, “Damon decided that too many people are getting a ‘kidnapped girl’ vibe and are a little put-off. He figures it’s better to just live with some of them being embarrassed because you can see them staring at your cooch.”
I felt a little disappointed at having it off, it had been tantalizing now know who was looking at me, and half-expecting to feel a sudden touch from a guy heedless of Knuckle’s wrath. Or maybe some more soft touches from Shari…
Oh well, at least I could resume my people-watching.
I did try to do more than watch and be watched. When a guy managed to actually bring his gaze all the way up to my face, I’d give him a seductive smile. Damon had me here to entice Damon’s potential customers, so I was trying to do just that. My ball-gag was out at intervals, to give my jaw some relief. When it seemed right, I’d make teasing comments, like “Oh, I wish you could play with my tits,” or, “I hope you come to the party so you can fuck me.”
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