Exposed Ch. 14 Pt. 02

I apologize for taking so long to post new chapters of my "Exposed" saga. I can't believe that it has almost been 2 years, and I can't promise that it won't be another 2 years before I post again.

I am in a period of time where there exists so many other responsibilities attached to my roles of mother, wife, and employee that my time for other things virtually doesn't exist.

I have found, that as I reread my most recent posts to find where I left off, I am not very pleased with my writing. I feel that it has slipped due to feeling so rushed.

I can't promise anything going forward, but do greatly appreciate all of you who have read my posts, selected me as a favorite author, and/or selected a story as a favorite.

With all of that said, here is the next chapter of "Exposed".

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For the remainder of the summer the deck construction took precedent.

Thankfully my husband wasn't able to remain celibate any longer than I was. Celibate for both of us means refraining from outdoor sexcapades.

He still had occasional evening activities with clients; many of which included me. It was on the way home from these business related activities that we would satisfy our outdoor cravings with what has become almost standard fare. Typically I found myself stripped to just my bra and panties after which some manner of sexual gratification took place for both of us. Then back to the car and home we would go.

It was enjoyable, but never lasted long enough. Nor did it involve any photo sessions. Suffice it to say that I was feeling unsatisfied and frankly getting a bit bored.

It all was becoming too routine.

Then in late August on a particularly hot and humid evening my husband made dinner reservations for the two of us. The deck was near to completion and he must have had a sense that I needed a real night out.

We went out to a very nice Italian restaurant that had an open kitchen placed in the middle of the dining room.

Everything was made fresh including the pasta.

You could watch your entire meal prepared while you sat and enjoyed a glass of wine or in my case water.

My husband was wearing light wool tan dress pants, a beautiful light blue cotton dress shirt, and a summer weight tan and blue plaid sport coat. He looked absolutely yummy.

I was drooling in a number of places just looking at him.

I was wearing a dark navy rayon wrap dress that clung to me in all of the right places. Without a slip on underneath, an intentional omission on my part, the rayon material provided my husband with very strong hints of the style and fit of what I was wearing underneath.

I knew that he would appreciate the view whenever my back was turned to him.

I, also, was wearing a pearl bracelet, necklace, and earrings. Something that I wore when I wanted to feel sophisticated.

The six weeks or so since my last performance had reset my mind frame, as I had no expectations of anything but a very nice dinner with my husband.

suffice it to say that my client was no where to be found nor expected to appear.

I was thinking that since we were both dressed up and going out to a nice restaurant, we would be having a dinner date foregoing the risky outdoor escapades that I used to crave.

I honestly thought that I had changed.

When dinner was done we walked back to the parking structure where the car was parked.

When we got back to the car we made out for a while.

As we kissed I felt the lower folds of my wrap dress being parted. My husband's hand was working its way up to my nylon crotch.

I could almost feel my mind adjust itself into my fantasy mode. It shocked me as to how quickly I transitioned from wife/mother out to dinner to submissive client service rep.

Does this have something to do with, if it quacks like a duck and walks like a duck, then it must be a submissive client service rep?

I moved my legs slightly apart pushing my crotch forward into his exploring digits. The folds of my dress were completely open giving him full access to my yearning. It wasn't long before my breathing had changed into a cadence of heavy pants.

With his hand still in place he started the car and we exited the parking structure.

I'm not sure what exactly the parking attendant may have seen when we stopped to pay as I wasn't paying much attention to anything other than the fabulous sensations emanating from between my legs, and didn't really care.

We left the downtown area heading for the suburb where we lived.

We were almost home and I was just about to start an orgasm, when my client exited the expressway, took a side frontage road, and turned into the parking lot of a particularly modern office building.

It was triangular shaped standing four stories high with floor to ceiling windows on the top floor.

The exterior was made of cement blocks that had a rose colored tint to them.

It appeared about as classy as the restaurant we had just left.

Thankfully I had worn my pearls.

The parking lot was well lit with tall light poles placed about every 12 parking spots. It certainly didn't seem an appropriate setting for an intimate orgasm, but then again intimate wasn't what got my motor running.

As we drove into the empty parking lot one of the lights lit up the inside of the car making my dress almost transparent. You could see my light blue unconstructed lace bra and matching panties right through the navy blue material.

Something that did not go unnoticed by my client.

Thus it didn't exactly surprise me when he parked directly under one of the overhead lights about halfway to the front of the building.

It seemed that we were going to play with each other in the car while the world's biggest flashlight lit us up. An idea that appealed to me, particularly since the parking lot was too lit up and easily seen from the road to pursue any sort of outdoor shenanigans and I was wearing pearls.

I will admit that his foreplay had me ready for just about anything, Still this just didn't seem like an appropriate place for any outdoor activities, i.e. Too many lights and I was wearing pearls.

On the other hand it did seem like the ideal setting for me to orgasm followed by a good popsicle suck. The bright lights would provide me with such a detailed view of his arousal.

I reached for his zipper, but he took a hold of my hands and placed them on my lap.

I was a bit surprised and disappointed.

Then he took a hold of the tie that kept my wrap dress together, and with a slight tug, my dress came apart. My client moved the folds of fabric to reveal my light blue lingerie ensemble.

My heart was racing as I thought, "Here we go."

The light shining on my torso was so bright that my very erect nipples and trimmed dark mound were quite visible through the thin nylon of my lingerie.

I have always enjoyed making out in the car as it brings back so many memories of when we were dating.

It was always so arousing for me to reveal what I had put on for our date and I always relished how he looked at me as I slowly revealed myself to him.

Now with him as my client and doing the unveiling, I became even more stimulated.

He slipped my dress off of my shoulders and down my back so I was now sitting on it.

I leaned back just like I did when we were dating so he could admire me in my bra and panties.

His look filled me with extreme pleasure and anticipation.

I thought that I knew what we were doing here, but something in his eyes made me not so sure.

As I sat in the front seat in just my bra, panties and heels, (Oh, and don't forget that I had on pearls.) he exited the car and walked around to my side opening the back door where he pulled a camera out of the back seat.

It was then that I it became clear to me that something else was planned for our evening. I am not always the brightest person when it comes to sexual situations.

I think that my naivety adds to my desire to feel nervous anticipation for whatever is going to happen next. Something that I was definitely feeling.

He opened my door allowing what little light wasn't flooding through the windshield to light up the rest of my almost naked body and said, "Come on."

My expanse of bare skin almost glowed from the effect of the luminescent overhead beam.

With my eyes wide open I watched him extend his hand to me. A bolt of electricity ran down my spine and I felt my throat go dry.

I could feel sweat forming on my chest between my throbbing breasts.

As my heart pounded and my stomach clenched, I took his hand and let him gently pull me from the safety of the car.

With a swing of my legs towards the open door, I exited to stand upright in the well lit parking lot about 100 feet from the street wearing a look of a dear (misspelling is intentional) in headlights. I quickly glanced first towards the street and then towards the building.

Where I was standing would be considered no woman's land as I was equidistant from the building and the street with no cover available other than the car that I had just exited.

There were lights everywhere and they seemed to be all focused on me.

My dress remained on the front seat as I heard the door locks click.

My client took my hand and led me to the building which was seductively lit by landscape lighting glowing on all of the front shrubbery.

As we walked across the parking lot, I could hear the traffic passing by on the street behind us. I didn't dare to look behind me to see if anyone might be getting close.

I didn't have any options even if they were, and I am not sure that it would have mattered as my entire body was throbbing in a very sexually pleasing manner.

I was aroused. I mean extremely aroused which made nothing else matter other than to follow my client's lead knowing that the feelings of sexual exhilaration would only increase. And the end result would be an explosive orgasm, either here, in the parking lot, or on the way home.

I followed him towards the building as the humid night air repeatedly reminded me of how little I was wearing.

We found ourselves standing at the far corner of the front of the building.

We were now out of the range of the overhead lights, which made me relax a little.

But since my dress was still in the car and we had to walk across the parking lot to get to it, my sense of relaxation of all relative.

My client had me stand with my back to the wall and pose for him as if I were an escaped convict caught in the beam of the search light.

Just look at the smile on my face. It shows how easily I slip into my fantasy role play.

As I posed I could see the lights of the passing cars over my client's shoulder and I wondered what I would do if any of them turned into the lot.

The idea filled me with excitement along with a very small amount of dread.

But soon the feeling of dread started to take over. I expressed the thought to my client that our luck might me running out and that it might be time to get back to the car.

He responded by saying, "Just one more photo," and then walked to me and spun me around.

I fully expected to be put in a sexy backside pose, but instead I felt his fingers pinch the clasp of my bra and the band separated from my back.

I stood in misbelief as he slipped the straps off of my shoulders and down my arms.

And just like that I was topless with just a string of pearls around my neck.

Wasn't I the elegant trollop succumbing to my client's whims and wishes?

My entire body was vibrating; not to mention what my exposed nipples were doing.

They absolutely throbbed with arousal begging to be played with.

When my client put his camera down I extended my hand to reclaim my bra becoming even more worried about someone coming along. As I should have expected, he simply turned and walked back towards the car.

It is times like this that I absolutely hate him.

He knows full well how this makes me feel.

I become excited beyond the limits that I think that I am capable of.

All other things become secondary as my fears are replaced by feelings of submission.

Time seems to stand still.

I become one giant libidinous woman solely focused on whatever gives me and/or my client sexual pleasure; mentally and physically.

All of the way back to the car my client's hand was holding mine making sure that I didn't try to cover up my overly responsive nipples. They poked straight out from my breasts aching from the feelings of excitement, exposure, and helplessness.

My client knows full well what gets me going and this current recipe of minimum attire with maximum exposure was perfect.

Despite being in the middle of a well lit and public parking lot an orgasm was becoming imminent.

Now when the occasional car passed it just added to my arousal.

We got back to the car and I fully expected to slide back into the front seat and get things underway. However as we were passing the trunk of the car, he turned me to face him pressing my back against the trunk. I felt the warm metal through the thin nylon of my panties.

Thankfully it wasn't during the day as I am sure my upper legs and bottom would've gotten burned.

Still I now had warm metal pressing against one side of me and a hot sausage pressing on the other side.

I needed to get back into the car before I orgasmed in an open parking lot.

Without warning I was lifted up and placed in a sitting position on the trunk of the car.

I brought my legs down so my heels could find the bumper in order to maintain my position.

He reached between my open legs finding me soaked and horny.

My extended kernel immediately responded to his touch and my breathing again changed into short gasps of ecstasy.

God, it felt so good.

Little sounds of lust escaped my mouth with every caress of my pleasure knot.

My legs moved apart as I presented myself to his manual dexterity encouraging him to keep playing with me.

Any worries about traffic or being seen were replaced by my feelings of sexual craving.

But then he pulled his hands away and stepped back.

My client started to unbutton his shirt until it was completely open slipping it off of his shoulders.

His sport coat had been left in the car when he first pulled me from it, which now left him naked from the waist up.

He stepped back towards me, reached up, and pinched one of my erect and very sensitive nipples. In response to his touch I arched my back, pushing my breasts forward in hope for more.

Instead he again stepped back and undid his belt. I stared in disbelief as he undid the clasp of his dress pants and pulled down his zipper.

Almost unconsciously I opened my knees desperately wanting to touch myself and him as he stripped for me.

He kicked off both shoes and let his pants slide seductively down his legs.

Stepping out of them as they pooled onto the blacktop of the parking lot, I could feel my eyes opening wide almost popping out of my head at what he was left wearing.

My client had stripped completely to be left wearing a bright red shimmering thong with gold colored clips on either side of his hips.

The fabric was tight and extremely stretchy putting his full erection on display. All of the details of his swollen mushroom head and shaft were outlined by the clinging red fabric.

I had totally forgotten the gag gift that my younger sister had given him for his 40th birthday. I had made the mistake of telling her about the sexy underwear he wore and she likes to tease along with having a little crush on my client.

I am sure that she would have appreciated the view that I was now privy to.

My mouth and my crotch were salivating as I continued to stare incredulously at his erotic exposure.

I glanced into his eyes and saw a look of determination and knew that we weren't about to just make love.

No, it was going to be much more raw and animalistic than that. I believe that the better word would be fuck.

There was no doubt in my mind that our forced abstinence as a result of the deck project had overcharged our libidos.

Neither one of us seemed overly concerned about being seen. Our focus was very single minded. We wanted to feel stimulated, aroused, exhilarated, and excited beyond any point that we had achieved before.

If you have watched the first season of HBO's "Big Little Lies," each episode begins with a song containing the following lyrics, "Did you ever want it? Did you ever want it bad?"


Suffice it to say that our combined response would have been, "Yes and Yes."

As he moved back towards me I spread my legs wide apart providing a very visual signal that I wanted whatever he had in mind.

He took a hold of them sliding me to the front edge of the car trunk.

I was still leaning forward on my elbows looking at the sexiest pair of undies that I had ever seen on a man. With a simple movement of his fingers one of the gold clasps on the side of his thong snapped apart. If this had been a cartoon I am sure that I would have heard a loud "sproing" when his erection sprang forward from its tight enclosure.

I felt like I was playing a lead role in some pornographic episode of "Parking Lot Exhibitionist."

His erection was pointing directly at its intended target and I couldn't wait for it to hit home.

Still holding my legs, he lifted them up and over his shoulders. I in turn placed one hand down between my legs sliding the thin strip of soaked fabric aside.

The last barrier to his imminent entry was gone.

I was about to get drilled.

I felt his divining rod slide inside of me without any effort whatsoever.

It obviously knew where a pool of warm slick moisture was to be found.

I emitted a loud, "Uh" as every nerve ending between my legs came alive.

Then he went to work on me alternating between long forceful plunges followed by very short and quick ones allowing his swollen head to stroke my extended and equally swollen kernel.

I was beside myself as my entire body ignited with pleasure.

Each time he pulled back, my soaked panties, which were sticking to the surface of the trunk, would be yanked down completely baring my equally soaked bottom. Then as he plunged back into me, they would be yanked back up creating a thong effect between my checks.

With each plunge forward I would let out a loud "Uh" while saliva sprayed from my mouth and dripped down my bare nipples.

Although most movies portray this as a common occurrence, it is not something that we achieve very often.

Just as I was beginning to orgasm, my client became one large tight muscle with his back arched and his groin pushed as far forward as he could.

With a guttural groan of relief, he unleashed a stream of liquid that felt like it was power washing my insides.

My legs were starting to slip off of his shoulders so I wrapped them tightly around his torso to increase the sensations of his orgasming inside of me.

We both experienced incredible orgasms unable to control our body's convulsions or the sounds coming out of our mouths.

We were two animals in heat with no control over our bodies. I don't think that a bucket of ice water thrown upon us would have made any difference.

Even my tiny breasts were bobbing up and down as I flopped on top of the car trunk like a fish out of water.

The portion of the car trunk located right under my bottom was being polished to a metallic gleam as I uncontrollably wiggled and squirmed to the rhythm of my orgasm.

When it was over I just laid there sprawled on top of the hood of the car in ecstatic exhaustion watching my client reattach his side clasp and tuck his penis back into its holster.