The click of the door behind me is enough to send me into a fit of panic. I was locked out. Exposed.
This neighborhood was new to me, a complex of condos and little buildings where the doors all locked automatically, where the only way back in was to open it using the app on my phone. My phone that was currently locked on the other side of this door.
I had no choice. I had to rush out and try to make it to the nearest courtesy phone. To get there and ask the concierge to unlock my door from me. And I had to do all of this without any of my neighbors seeing me like this.
So exposed, the gentle air and warm sun on my bare skin. So exposed, with thoughts and fantasies running through my mind.
Of being caught. Of being used. Of loving every minute of it.
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Voices filtered to me through the leaves. Multiple voices, all of them masculine.
I glanced through a gap in the bushes, seeing a bunch of guys gathering in a backyard. They were laughing and chatting, drinking and grilling something while they talked.
All of them were around my age, dressed in preppy sort of clothing that made me think they would fit in perfectly around my office. I could see myself around these guys during the workday, and could just imagine what they would think of me now.
I didn’t have a reputation around the office. I was too quiet and reserved to have anything even approaching a reputation.
What sort of things would my coworkers think of me if they could see me now? Would they expect it? Would they think that I was a closet freak this whole time? Would they think that I had done this all on purpose?
I could just picture these guys noticing me and pulling me through the bushes. Laughing and joking and poking fun at me, pointing out how if I was naked out here I obviously wanted more. That I was asking for people to look. That I loved it.
And the way my thighs squeezed together I think there might have been truth in their words. I think they might have actually not been wrong when they assumed that I loved the attention. I think that I did.
Part of me wanted to go in there and show myself to them. To play the damsel in distress and ask them to help poor little me out. To see what they would do. To see whether they would take advantage or whether I would have to press myself on them. Offer me to them as thanks for using their phone.
All of them. All at once. So many hands on me, pushing me to my knees. So many cocks bobbing in front of me, as I struggled to please them all.
Filling me up. Every hole. Using me until I was aching and begging for more.