A young woman, Thea, gets much more than she bargained for when she gives that naughty smile and gaze to a hot wealthy alpha male walking in her direction on a crowded city street.
She can't resist eyeballing him up and down his hot body, biting her lip, observing the distinct bulge on his crotch - plenty to play with - and his fit lean symmetric body and big long fingers...
But how many men have the courage to smirk and eyeball back??? And how many men have the sheer bravado to turn around just after he passes, then 'court her' cleverly, right then, right there, in the busy city street. Absolutely confident he knows rejection or offense cannot be an issue - he is just too hot and strong willed to turn away.
Now the tables are turned - how brave will Thea be? How far will she go? She knows she wants him - all of him - very very badly. But right here, right now, in public? NAKED??? Everyone looking???
The hot god smirks and teases her - something about doing it on the street with a hot stranger. Two thrills rolled into one make for a very steamy afternoon Thea will never forget.
Luckily he's so rich he can pay the cops off after they handcuff her naked in front of everyone!
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She can't resist eyeballing him up and down his hot body, biting her lip, observing the distinct bulge on his crotch - plenty to play with - and his fit lean symmetric body and big long fingers...
But how many men have the courage to smirk and eyeball back??? And how many men have the sheer bravado to turn around just after he passes, then 'court her' cleverly, right then, right there, in the busy city street. Absolutely confident he knows rejection or offense cannot be an issue - he is just too hot and strong willed to turn away.
Now the tables are turned - how brave will Thea be? How far will she go? She knows she wants him - all of him - very very badly. But right here, right now, in public? NAKED??? Everyone looking???
The hot god smirks and teases her - something about doing it on the street with a hot stranger. Two thrills rolled into one make for a very steamy afternoon Thea will never forget.
Luckily he's so rich he can pay the cops off after they handcuff her naked in front of everyone!
Read excerpts below and click the book cover to get it on Amazon.
You can also download a sample and purchase at smashwords.com
She saw him from 100 meters off – despite the jostling crowds in the busy streets he was unmissable. Some six foot in height, broad lean shoulders and a wide tight chest, long arms and big hands, with an aquiline nose and masculine face yet not too butch. His wide fine mouth was redolent with seriousness and maturity as his hawk eyes were redolent with power. [...]
"God that looks fit." Thea thought. She couldn't help but keep her eyes locked on target, taking him in, glancing up and down as they quickly converged, weaving a little amidst the shopping crowds. [...]
Her eyes tripped over his crotch for the third time – that bulge was unmissable and irresistible. She pursed and licked her lips briefly. The eagle catches the worm. [...]
"You're very beautiful," he continued "I would love to get to know you a little better. Beginning right here, right now, in public. If you don’t mind?" He raised his right eyebrow, smirking cheekily.
"I don't mind at all!" Thea giggled, her response was a reflex, like being tapped on the knee. She had to look to her toes and purse her lips in embarrassment.
What am I doing??? What did I just say???
It felt very naughty. Inappropriate. Yet very exciting.
"I'm glad to hear that." The god said patiently. "What's your name?" [...]
Gently the god ran his fingers through her hair in long tender strokes before raising her chin. His mystic eyes gazed hypnotically into her roundish face and dark almond eyes before his lips sunk softly into hers. She felt their mutual gaze as a communication, coming to know one another in some deep sense, as his lingering soft kiss communed further with her body and soul. His mystery was her knowing him and how he captivated her. [...]
Thea had to whine and stifle her squeals and wriggles as his fingertips softly meandered under her thin white top, tickling along the waistline of her jeans, all around her lower back, her sides and just under her bellybutton. The tingles surged and deepened as those manly fingers circled her bellybutton and drew light tickles downwards over and over, from her ribcage to pelvis. [...]
Softly his palms glided up and down, just hovering gently, over her erect tingling nipples, with each long glide from palm to fingertips and back huge waves of deep tingles surged down her body in step with her deep heaving breaths. She tried to make herself more aware of the crowds – but each effluage from his now circling hands over her entire breasts, the pit of the middle of his hands gently circling her nipples – took her deeper back into the thrall of their sensuous passion. [...]
"I'm going to take all your clothes off now Thea," the god whispered softly into her left ear "then I'm going to tease you like this all over – with both my mouth and my hands, right here, right now, in public – everyone looking." [...]
She felt her breasts becoming exposed in the busy street and her periphery vision caught the gaze of glances and smirks for passers by. As her shirt now slipped up to her neck she counted a good two dozen people saw her half naked bosom. Her bare back felt the stares of a thousand people as her hips flexed with her arms being raised. [...]
The god flung her shirt far into the distance behind her, tugged off her bra dangling above her breasts and flung it across the pavement, and smirked "you won't be needing these."
"But how am I going to get back home???" Thea yelped.
"We're going to my hotel afterward." The god reminded, still smirking.
"But how???" Thea bawled again.
"Nakedly." The god winked.
"Oh God!!!" Thea drawled "Oh please I can't!" She looked around, half gigging and blushing crimson, reflexively crossing her arms over her chest as countless smirking men and women passed by, some slowing down their pace, some stopping and gazing before moving on.
"Yes you can." The god reassured, in some carefree tone.
"How???" Thea begged.
"Because you want to. That simple." The god smiled warmly. [...]
"Time to strip naked now Thea..." The god reminded her, grinning.
"I can't." She whimpered, smiling intensely. She wanted to. She wanted to play his game and win him by losing. But she couldn't do it herself.
"Why not?" He smirked.
"It's so embarrassing!" She giggled.
"Why not?" He asked again, his smirk turning to the most iniquitous grin.
Thea pondered, topless in the busy street, enduring the staring eyes and grinning faces and little cheers and catcalls.
"Because I need you to help me." She said. And she did. She was so tingly and sensitive, the pre-orgasmic wellings in her vaginal deeps plumed like boiling lava, flowing and bursting in unbearable sexual torture. She was beginning to tremble with excitement and nervousness as one might feel before going on stage to give a speech – only this was much more exhilarating and terrifying than giving any speech.
"You need me to strip you naked?" The god inquired, raising his chin and eyebrow, that smirk never leaving his handsome face.
"Yes." Thea said dryly, dry mouthed, her voice carrying a soft tremor.
"Then what?" The god demanded.
"I want you to tease me and make me cum." [...]
"Oh please! Oh my God!" Thea squealed.
"What?" The god asked, clearly amused as the grinning passers by.
"Oh God I'm so naked and everyone is looking at me!" She squealed, giggling, trying to double over, feeling her little slit flex and eyes lock onto her mons and outer labia as she waved, gyrated and wriggled trying to double over as the god pushed her back. [...]
"Give me a twirl like a ballerina," The god enticed "twirl round and round naked in the street, let everyone see you 360 degrees. Lift your legs high and wide freely as you please."
A huge deep welling of orgasmic tingles surged like bubbles in a hot spring. The thought of doing that was as unnerving as it was a turn on. Both factors making it unbearably addictive.
Scandal feels good. [...]
Her inner labia felt the cool air and the lovecream became sticky with the exposure. An incredible wave of shame overcame her. She knew what everyone was getting to see – her wetness. She had to stop, blushing terribly, smirking to the god.
He smirked and looked to her vulva. "Yes I know." He teased "Everyone got to see your pink. It's very wet."
Thea begged for the ground to swallow her as a volley of whoops and cheers amidst comments about her most intimate parts erupted all around her. Some twenty people now stopped and remained. [...]
"Your vulva is so beautiful," the god cooed, petting it all the way from mons to anus with his big firm hand. It felt so warm and tingly and when his big pets reamed deeper into her wet slit, petting her inner labia and creamy lovehole, Thea had to moan then whimper and shudder. His fingertips tickletickled around the rose of her entrance, causing agonising tingles that made her squeal and whine, her raven hair flopping down her cheeks and hovering over the pavement. Her crimson shamed face was screwed up in orgasmic agony as she gritted her teeth whilst his fingertips meandered up and down her wet slit, over and around her turgid clitoris before wandering back to the rosy entrance of her vagina. His left hand lightly fondled and tickled her bumcheeks and up and down her cleft, lingering sensually around her bare anus. [...]
Thea arched her back, smirking yet blushing, her entire body lashed with sweat. Tingling and trembling, she lifted her right knee and began her long crawl. Each step with her knees took her a foot. Three steps a yard. She counted them. She felt her leg stretch, baring her vulva and anus, as she lifted her knee up toward her breast to cover each step. She felt her hips waving and her bumcheeks rolling and yawing with the flexes and contortions of her shoulders and upper torso, her breasts dangling between her walking arms. Woo's and coo's and cheers and jeers erupted from behind. [...]
"Thea, before we go back to my hotel, I want to get to know you a little more intimately. So does this audience."
Oh God. Now what?
The look on Thea's face was one of desperation and fear of deeper disgrace. The god smirked wryly as he observed her countenance. There was no pity in that smirk. Pity was below him. His sympathy only enticed deeper pleasure at any cost.
"Pleasure is priceless." He winked.
Hell can he read my mind???
"Lie back now Thea. I want you to raise your knees up and spread your legs wide apart. Raise your arms up also. I want to see all of you now – breasts, vulva, and anus, all bared at once." The god asked, plainly, but wickedly in some enticing manner that could not be defied.
"Oh God how can they see all that at once???" Thea giggled, half asking, half dreading. She was perplexed and trying to visualise just what the god implied. Something about showing all that severely turned her on. [...]
Claps and cheers erupted in response to her whimpering torture. The shame of being masturbated stark naked on the pavement, legs akimbo, was overwhelming and turned those balloons into one giant hot air balloon, pulsating and vibrating, threatening to burst into orgasm.
"Oh please!!!" Thea gasped and bawled. "Oh please I can't! I need to cum! I need to cum!" She begged as his big hand smoothly glided up and down, then circled her clitoris again. His left hand crept in and tickle-teased her soaking lovehole, fingers some two centimetres deep between her labia, causing her torture to expand to the full girth of her pelvis.
"Play with your breasts Thea. Massage them and pinch your nipples between your fingers. Let your entire body be filled with tingles now, in front of everyone." The god suggested. [...]
"God that looks fit." Thea thought. She couldn't help but keep her eyes locked on target, taking him in, glancing up and down as they quickly converged, weaving a little amidst the shopping crowds. [...]
Her eyes tripped over his crotch for the third time – that bulge was unmissable and irresistible. She pursed and licked her lips briefly. The eagle catches the worm. [...]
"You're very beautiful," he continued "I would love to get to know you a little better. Beginning right here, right now, in public. If you don’t mind?" He raised his right eyebrow, smirking cheekily.
"I don't mind at all!" Thea giggled, her response was a reflex, like being tapped on the knee. She had to look to her toes and purse her lips in embarrassment.
What am I doing??? What did I just say???
It felt very naughty. Inappropriate. Yet very exciting.
"I'm glad to hear that." The god said patiently. "What's your name?" [...]
Gently the god ran his fingers through her hair in long tender strokes before raising her chin. His mystic eyes gazed hypnotically into her roundish face and dark almond eyes before his lips sunk softly into hers. She felt their mutual gaze as a communication, coming to know one another in some deep sense, as his lingering soft kiss communed further with her body and soul. His mystery was her knowing him and how he captivated her. [...]
Thea had to whine and stifle her squeals and wriggles as his fingertips softly meandered under her thin white top, tickling along the waistline of her jeans, all around her lower back, her sides and just under her bellybutton. The tingles surged and deepened as those manly fingers circled her bellybutton and drew light tickles downwards over and over, from her ribcage to pelvis. [...]
Softly his palms glided up and down, just hovering gently, over her erect tingling nipples, with each long glide from palm to fingertips and back huge waves of deep tingles surged down her body in step with her deep heaving breaths. She tried to make herself more aware of the crowds – but each effluage from his now circling hands over her entire breasts, the pit of the middle of his hands gently circling her nipples – took her deeper back into the thrall of their sensuous passion. [...]
"I'm going to take all your clothes off now Thea," the god whispered softly into her left ear "then I'm going to tease you like this all over – with both my mouth and my hands, right here, right now, in public – everyone looking." [...]
She felt her breasts becoming exposed in the busy street and her periphery vision caught the gaze of glances and smirks for passers by. As her shirt now slipped up to her neck she counted a good two dozen people saw her half naked bosom. Her bare back felt the stares of a thousand people as her hips flexed with her arms being raised. [...]
The god flung her shirt far into the distance behind her, tugged off her bra dangling above her breasts and flung it across the pavement, and smirked "you won't be needing these."
"But how am I going to get back home???" Thea yelped.
"We're going to my hotel afterward." The god reminded, still smirking.
"But how???" Thea bawled again.
"Nakedly." The god winked.
"Oh God!!!" Thea drawled "Oh please I can't!" She looked around, half gigging and blushing crimson, reflexively crossing her arms over her chest as countless smirking men and women passed by, some slowing down their pace, some stopping and gazing before moving on.
"Yes you can." The god reassured, in some carefree tone.
"How???" Thea begged.
"Because you want to. That simple." The god smiled warmly. [...]
"Time to strip naked now Thea..." The god reminded her, grinning.
"I can't." She whimpered, smiling intensely. She wanted to. She wanted to play his game and win him by losing. But she couldn't do it herself.
"Why not?" He smirked.
"It's so embarrassing!" She giggled.
"Why not?" He asked again, his smirk turning to the most iniquitous grin.
Thea pondered, topless in the busy street, enduring the staring eyes and grinning faces and little cheers and catcalls.
"Because I need you to help me." She said. And she did. She was so tingly and sensitive, the pre-orgasmic wellings in her vaginal deeps plumed like boiling lava, flowing and bursting in unbearable sexual torture. She was beginning to tremble with excitement and nervousness as one might feel before going on stage to give a speech – only this was much more exhilarating and terrifying than giving any speech.
"You need me to strip you naked?" The god inquired, raising his chin and eyebrow, that smirk never leaving his handsome face.
"Yes." Thea said dryly, dry mouthed, her voice carrying a soft tremor.
"Then what?" The god demanded.
"I want you to tease me and make me cum." [...]
"Oh please! Oh my God!" Thea squealed.
"What?" The god asked, clearly amused as the grinning passers by.
"Oh God I'm so naked and everyone is looking at me!" She squealed, giggling, trying to double over, feeling her little slit flex and eyes lock onto her mons and outer labia as she waved, gyrated and wriggled trying to double over as the god pushed her back. [...]
"Give me a twirl like a ballerina," The god enticed "twirl round and round naked in the street, let everyone see you 360 degrees. Lift your legs high and wide freely as you please."
A huge deep welling of orgasmic tingles surged like bubbles in a hot spring. The thought of doing that was as unnerving as it was a turn on. Both factors making it unbearably addictive.
Scandal feels good. [...]
Her inner labia felt the cool air and the lovecream became sticky with the exposure. An incredible wave of shame overcame her. She knew what everyone was getting to see – her wetness. She had to stop, blushing terribly, smirking to the god.
He smirked and looked to her vulva. "Yes I know." He teased "Everyone got to see your pink. It's very wet."
Thea begged for the ground to swallow her as a volley of whoops and cheers amidst comments about her most intimate parts erupted all around her. Some twenty people now stopped and remained. [...]
"Your vulva is so beautiful," the god cooed, petting it all the way from mons to anus with his big firm hand. It felt so warm and tingly and when his big pets reamed deeper into her wet slit, petting her inner labia and creamy lovehole, Thea had to moan then whimper and shudder. His fingertips tickletickled around the rose of her entrance, causing agonising tingles that made her squeal and whine, her raven hair flopping down her cheeks and hovering over the pavement. Her crimson shamed face was screwed up in orgasmic agony as she gritted her teeth whilst his fingertips meandered up and down her wet slit, over and around her turgid clitoris before wandering back to the rosy entrance of her vagina. His left hand lightly fondled and tickled her bumcheeks and up and down her cleft, lingering sensually around her bare anus. [...]
Thea arched her back, smirking yet blushing, her entire body lashed with sweat. Tingling and trembling, she lifted her right knee and began her long crawl. Each step with her knees took her a foot. Three steps a yard. She counted them. She felt her leg stretch, baring her vulva and anus, as she lifted her knee up toward her breast to cover each step. She felt her hips waving and her bumcheeks rolling and yawing with the flexes and contortions of her shoulders and upper torso, her breasts dangling between her walking arms. Woo's and coo's and cheers and jeers erupted from behind. [...]
"Thea, before we go back to my hotel, I want to get to know you a little more intimately. So does this audience."
Oh God. Now what?
The look on Thea's face was one of desperation and fear of deeper disgrace. The god smirked wryly as he observed her countenance. There was no pity in that smirk. Pity was below him. His sympathy only enticed deeper pleasure at any cost.
"Pleasure is priceless." He winked.
Hell can he read my mind???
"Lie back now Thea. I want you to raise your knees up and spread your legs wide apart. Raise your arms up also. I want to see all of you now – breasts, vulva, and anus, all bared at once." The god asked, plainly, but wickedly in some enticing manner that could not be defied.
"Oh God how can they see all that at once???" Thea giggled, half asking, half dreading. She was perplexed and trying to visualise just what the god implied. Something about showing all that severely turned her on. [...]
Claps and cheers erupted in response to her whimpering torture. The shame of being masturbated stark naked on the pavement, legs akimbo, was overwhelming and turned those balloons into one giant hot air balloon, pulsating and vibrating, threatening to burst into orgasm.
"Oh please!!!" Thea gasped and bawled. "Oh please I can't! I need to cum! I need to cum!" She begged as his big hand smoothly glided up and down, then circled her clitoris again. His left hand crept in and tickle-teased her soaking lovehole, fingers some two centimetres deep between her labia, causing her torture to expand to the full girth of her pelvis.
"Play with your breasts Thea. Massage them and pinch your nipples between your fingers. Let your entire body be filled with tingles now, in front of everyone." The god suggested. [...]