I didn’t realize my sheer nightgown was so see-through…[Part 2]
The laundry room incident; what happens when a reluctant exhibitionist is equal parts naked, embarrassed, and turned on.
As he reached for the detergent, I looked down at myself and realised what a mess I was.
The top of my areola on both breasts was now visible, and the fabric of the nightgown was hanging on only by how erect my nipples were. He turned back to me, and for a second, his eyes darted lower, taking me in, and I wanted so badly for him to slip his hands beneath the sheer fabric, to feel my hips, to pull me toward him and press his cock into me. Just so I could feel it. Just so I could grind my ass on it. Anything to alleviate how slutty and embarrassed I was feeling.
But he was a gentleman, and his eyes snapped up to my face again quickly.
“Thank you,” I said, taking the detergent from him, my voice coming out a little breathier than I’d anticipated.
“No worries,” he said. “I think my load is nearly ready.”
He looked momentarily distraught as his unintended pun, and I felt another rush of wetness between my legs. He opened his mouth but was interrupted by his washing machine playing a little jingle.
“Perfect timing,” I smiled, moving away from him and adjusting the strap that had fallen, pretending I wasn’t still exposed, pretending I didn’t know how visible the mound of my pussy was.
He popped the door open and began pulling his laundry out in frantic handfuls, eyes locked on the basket. It was cute how much space he was giving me, how respectful he was of my accidental nudity.
It only made me want to fuck him more.
The fabric clung between my legs. I could feel how messy I was, how desperate my body was revealing me to be. I simultaneously wanted to run away and to pin him against the wall and grind on his cock. Instead, I began to load the machine as he folded his laundry beside me.
Five minutes later my clothes were on a hot cycle and he had a basket full of folded laundry in his hands. My pussy was still aching with the thrill of being so exposed, and that’s when I came up with my plan.
“Walk me back to my room?” I asked as he opened the door to leave. “This place is kinda creepy at night. Especially dressed like this…”
I held out my arms to demonstrate just how naked I was, displaying my body to him fully for the first time; the gown doing nothing to conceal me now. My breasts were full, heavy from arousal, one nipple nearly slipping out from the loose strap, the other visible through the sheer fabric–dark, tight, and begging to be touched. The hem of the gown fluttered against the tops of my thighs, but the shape of my pussy was unmistakable beneath it, and the moisture darkened the silk. My inner thighs glistened faintly. I didn’t bother to hide it. I wanted him to see.
“Yes.” He cleared his throat. “I mean…uh, yeah. Sure!”
I smiled at the obedient little yes in his body language; the relief that this wasn’t over yet.
“Very chivalrous,” I giggled as he held the door for me. I stepped past him into the stairwell, resisting the urge to slip my hand down the front off his pants as I did so.
The air was cooler out here, and I was again reminded of what the hell possessed me to leave my apartment this naked…
But I was kinda glad I did.
As we began to ascend the stairs, I went ahead of him, making sure to give him the best possible view I could. He stayed a few steps behind me, trying to make it seem like he wasn’t staring at my ass, which was now the same height as his head. My cheeks were inches from his face, and I wondered if he was thinking about burying his tongue between them, about how easy it would be to part them and begin licking…
“I swear these stairs are getting steeper every week,” I said, trying to keep my voice even, pretending I wasn’t teasing him with my body.
“Yeah,” he laughed, his voice breaking a little. “I know what you mean,” he finished, somewhat lamely. It only endeared me to him, and I allowed the dress to ride up as I climbed, knowing he was watching me, letting my hips swing with each step. By the fifteenth riser, the hem of the nightgown was practically at my waist.
I didn’t adjust it.
As I reached the landing between floors, my heart leapt into my chest with excitement. There was a sock on the landing.
Fucking perfect.
I looked down at it, exaggerated my surprise.
“Oh no! Look what someone dropped.”
Was I really about to do what I thought I was about to do?
Yes, my body answered. Yes, you are.
I parted my legs slightly and bent at the waist to pick up the sock.
Slowly.
My legs stayed straight and I pushed my ass back as far as I possibly could, arching my back. The nightgown rode up without resistance, bunching fully above my hips now. I felt a cool rush of air on my wet spread pussy, and hoped to god he was watching, hoping beyond hope that the next sensation I felt was his tongue on both my holes. Imagining it made my pussy tremble a little, and I heard him inhale sharply behind me. I stayed like that for a moment, letting him take it in, reaching for the sock with an unnecessary slowness, the cheeks of my ass now fully exposed, open to him.
I was dripping down my inner thigh. I hoped he was hard. I hoped he wondered what it tasted like. I hoped he knew it meant he could slide into me with almost no resistance.
I picked up the sock and turned to him.
“Yours?” I asked softly, tossing it gently toward his basket.
He caught it clumsily.
Then I turned again and kept walking…
