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Day Shades in the Day

When I rolled in late in the evening, the lot was mostly empty and I parked in the back. After receiving assurance from the manager on duty that I was okay to stay the night as long as I left within 24 hours, I was still wide awake and feeling playful. I set up an ad on craigslist.

"Ever fantasize about stroking your cock while people were nearby? Ever actually do it? I can provide a safe place to jerk off where you can see them as they go on with their lives obliviously. You should be okay with edging and giving me control of when you are allowed to finally cum." Then I listed out the other terms, like not touching me sexually and that I would remain fully dressed. I included two pictures - one picture looking out of the day shades of my RV, showing how clearly you could see everything and a second picture from the outside looking at the windows with the day shades down, showing that they were opaque.

I spent half of the night weeding through the replies but found one man who sounded perfect and came to an agreement with him about what we would do.

The next morning, we met at the coffee shop inside the Wal-Mart fairly early. We each got a coffee. I had promised to make him breakfast and we had a time limit because he had to go to work after. I was dressed in a midi-length jean skirt with my butterfly underneath, turned off, and a soft tank top with a low dipping neckline. He was dressed in business casual clothing.

Something about his combination of hesitation and eagerness made me think "young" even though he was a few years older than me. We talked for a bit and then I led him across the parking lot to my RV. I pointed out that from the outside with the shades down, he couldn't see in. I wanted him to know he was safe.

I pulled down the steps and unlocked the door. Then I went in. He stared up at me from outside for a minute, probably looking up my skirt. Then he followed me in, looking around the small space. With the slides all in, it was cramped with very little floor space but it was still a functional kitchen and living area, with the booth dinette and futon sofa in the slide and the kitchen area separated from them by less than two feet of aisle. Once the door was closed, I invited him to strip.

"You promised me breakfast," he reminded me.

"I'll cook," I assured him as I flipped on the hot water heater. "You strip."

He hesitated a moment longer before he began unbuttoning his shirt, looking at his hands and not at me. I watched him, mercilessly, hoping he could feel the weight of my gaze. He folded his clothes neatly, flinching as a truck drove right past the RV, its windows on the same level as the window in front of him.

I had prepared our breakfast already so all I needed to do was pop it in the oven to cook and then I could concentrate on my human toy. I wanted to draw things out for him, torture a bit. I wondered if he was strong enough to live up to his bravado in our email exchanges or if he would chicken out. His cock was lengthening, untouched, so I decided that he must not be too scared.

"You can sit on the couch," I suggested. I had covered it in a sheet already in case he had an accident, though it was still in sofa shape. There wasn't room to convert it to a bed with the slide in. He sat with one foot tucked beneath the other leg and his legs spread, still looking wide-eyed out the window. Cars drove past. People talked to each other as they walked through the lot. He could see them clearly. Knowing that they couldn't see inside didn't lessen the thrill. They were there.

I bent over at the waist to light the oven. My skirt crept up the back of my thighs but I knew it was long enough that I wouldn't actually flash him the straps of my butterfly. Once the timer was set for our breakfast, I opened the cabinet above his head, leaning in so my cleavage was near his face and he could see a little bit down my shirt.

I handed him the still packaged butt plug and an unopened bottle of lube. "Please put this in."

"Now?" he asked.

"Yes. You agreed to it," I reminded him.

He took a deep breath, nodded, and opened both packages. I took his remote and put it on the counter next to my own. His cock stood up straight and hard as he fingered his ass, preparing himself with the lube. The he put more lube on the butt plug and slowly worked it into his ass. By the time it was in, his cock had a shiny drop of pre-cum on the tip. I licked my lips. It wasn't safe without test results and I wouldn't be able to taste him but it didn't keep me from wanting it.

He stood awkwardly. He had said that he had played with anal toys before but not anywhere except his own bed. I suspected that he hadn't even moved around his bedroom. His cock brushed against me, leaving a damp spot on my skirt as he washed his hands in the sink. He hesitated before turning back to face the windows. If anyone could see through the shades, they would have gotten an eyeful.

I glanced at the timer. 15 minutes more. I encouraged him to jerk off for me, just a little. "Right there standing in front of the window. You can't cum though," I reminded him.

"I remember the rules," he assured me, his hand immediately finding his cock and he stroked in a leisurely way. Keeping my hands off of him was difficult. I turned on my butterfly to distract myself, pressing my thighs together to keep it tight against my clit. His eyes jerked away from the window to look at me when he heard the faint buzz but there was nothing to see. I was still fully dressed.

"So how does it feel?" I asked him. "Is it what you expected?"

His eyes were a little glazed. "Better," he said hoarsely. He looked deliciously aroused. I couldn't decide if it was all of the people so close in the parking lot that did it for him or the fact that I was there, inches away and fully dressed. He stopped the action of his hand on his cock, squeezing at the base with one hand and tugging his balls down with the other. "Too good to last," he admitted.

"You stopped though," I noted. "Good boy." I didn't have those restrictions, but I flipped the butterfly back off too. The torture was mutual, making it more fun for me. The timer dinged and I pointed to the bench seat of the booth dinette. "Sit there," I told him. He would be out of the way. The bench seat was even with the bottom of the window and I could see him swallow as he considered it. Even sitting, his cock would be able to look out of the window. He sat, keeping his hands off of himself.

I put down my remote and picked up his. With the flick of a button, his butt plug buzzed to life on the lowest setting. One had wrapped around his cock. The other went between his legs, pushing against the base of the plug. "Stop." I ordered. "Put your hands flat on the table." His hands reluctantly found their way away from his body. I praised him and got him talking about his fantasies as I got our plates ready.

I sat beside him on the bench, pushing him closer to the window. The rough fabric of my skirt pressed against his bare leg. I brought both remotes to the table. I set both to vary speed and pattern. We both struggled to eat and hold a reasonable conversation. I finally let myself touch him. My left hand resting gently on his bare thigh, my nails running over his skin and toying with his leg hair.

I let him eat with one hand and stroke himself slowly with the other, warning him again not to cum. He had to stop often but he did stop. Sometimes when he did, he gave a soft whimper. Other times, when the butt plug changed speed, he gripped himself tightly, moaning with need. I wondered if the people outside could hear him and reminded him about the very thin walls.

His pupils were huge and his cock leaked a steady stream of pre-cum. Occasionally, his hips shifted as if he were looking for even more stimulation by pressing the base of the butt plug deeper into him. I was pretty sure that it wouldn't take much more to get him to cum. I wasn't ready for that.

When we were both done eating, I rinsed my plate in the sink. My knees were unsteady. His were unsteady too as he stood to do the same. His cock pressed against my hip as he squeezed past me and he closed his eyes for a moment. His hips rocked, like a dog humping my leg. I grinned. I loved that I had driven him so far past his initial nervousness that he was ready to do anything to be allowed to cum. I turned off his butt plug for a moment and stepped away, not wanting to trigger the long overdue eruption yet.

"Stand there," I told him, pointing to the space right in front of the table, facing the window. He looked out, watching people go about their lives. None of them would ever know that he had looked at them from mere feet away, naked and hard. What would they think if they could see? I urged him to spread his legs a little and pressed against his back, soft shirt and scratchy jean skirt against his bare skin. I ran my nails through his hair and then down his chest. I tweaked at his nipples and nipped the base of his neck.

He kept his hands flat on the table for me. Such a good toy. His cock dripped pre-cum on my table, even untouched. His balls were drawn up tight again, looking almost painful. "Stroke for me," I urged him as I let the butterfly give me the orgasm I had been fighting against and then let it keep going.

When my first orgasm finished, I told him. "You can cum if you can cum before I do again. If not, you have to leave just like you are, with blue balls and a butt plug up your ass." He had agreed to that potential outcome when we had talked online but hearing me say it out loud made him protest. His hand sped up on his cock. I didn't turn his butt plug back on. It didn't look like he would need the help but he still reached down to push on the base of it with one hand while he stroked his cock with the other. I wondered if he was imagining the reactions of the people outside. We raced towards our orgasms and he beat me there but only by a few seconds. I came for the second time at the sight of his cum shooting out and landing on the table.

His skin was sheened with sweat and I gave it a quick lick. Impossible to resist. With the horniness relieved, he looked uncomfortable again. "Do you want a shower?" I offered. "I know you said that you were headed to work."

"I..." He hesitated. "If it's okay..." his voice trailed off.

I flicked the remote for his butt plug, giving him a quick jolt of buzz before turning it back off to remind him it was there. He took it out and washed it. I showed him how to work the shower and then sat watching him through the clear curtain as he washed himself. The intimacy of that was as much a part of the fun for me as the orgasms.

I handed him the freshly lubed butt plug when he stepped out of the shower. He stared at it, then at me. This wasn't part of our agreement but I wanted to see if he would walk across the parking lot wearing it. No one would know other than him and me. He hesitated but his cock jumped, ready to come back to life. It was a silent contest of wills for a moment. Finally, he closed his eyes and nodded. I handed it to him and he slid it into place. It was easier this time, so soon after the removal, but the return of a full erection made getting dressed difficult for him.

I pressed my hand against his bulge and used the remote to bring his butt plug back to life. He made a protesting sound and I gave him a hug before handing him the remote. "You can turn it off when you get to your car," I told him.

Then he was gone. I watched him cross the parking lot, walking a little awkwardly and grinned. I felt powerful, sexy, strong. I wondered if he would remove the butt plug somewhere between the Wal-Mart and wherever he worked or if he would keep it in during the day. I wondered if he would think about our encounter in the future. I knew I would never see him again. I had a full two days of driving still before I was home.When I rolled in late in the evening, the lot was mostly empty and I parked in the back. After receiving assurance from the manager on duty that I was okay to stay the night as long as I left within 24 hours, I was still wide awake and feeling playful. I set up an ad on craigslist.

"Ever fantasize about stroking your cock while people were nearby? Ever actually do it? I can provide a safe place to jerk off where you can see them as they go on with their lives obliviously. You should be okay with edging and giving me control of when you are allowed to finally cum." Then I listed out the other terms, like not touching me sexually and that I would remain fully dressed. I included two pictures - one picture looking out of the day shades of my RV, showing how clearly you could see everything and a second picture from the outside looking at the windows with the day shades down, showing that they were opaque.

I spent half of the night weeding through the replies but found one man who sounded perfect and came to an agreement with him about what we would do.

The next morning, we met at the coffee shop inside the Wal-Mart fairly early. We each got a coffee. I had promised to make him breakfast and we had a time limit because he had to go to work after. I was dressed in a midi-length jean skirt with my butterfly underneath, turned off, and a soft tank top with a low dipping neckline. He was dressed in business casual clothing.

Something about his combination of hesitation and eagerness made me think "young" even though he was a few years older than me. We talked for a bit and then I led him across the parking lot to my RV. I pointed out that from the outside with the shades down, he couldn't see in. I wanted him to know he was safe.

I pulled down the steps and unlocked the door. Then I went in. He stared up at me from outside for a minute, probably looking up my skirt. Then he followed me in, looking around the small space. With the slides all in, it was cramped with very little floor space but it was still a functional kitchen and living area, with the booth dinette and futon sofa in the slide and the kitchen area separated from them by less than two feet of aisle. Once the door was closed, I invited him to strip.

"You promised me breakfast," he reminded me.

"I'll cook," I assured him as I flipped on the hot water heater. "You strip."

He hesitated a moment longer before he began unbuttoning his shirt, looking at his hands and not at me. I watched him, mercilessly, hoping he could feel the weight of my gaze. He folded his clothes neatly, flinching as a truck drove right past the RV, its windows on the same level as the window in front of him.

I had prepared our breakfast already so all I needed to do was pop it in the oven to cook and then I could concentrate on my human toy. I wanted to draw things out for him, torture a bit. I wondered if he was strong enough to live up to his bravado in our email exchanges or if he would chicken out. His cock was lengthening, untouched, so I decided that he must not be too scared.

"You can sit on the couch," I suggested. I had covered it in a sheet already in case he had an accident, though it was still in sofa shape. There wasn't room to convert it to a bed with the slide in. He sat with one foot tucked beneath the other leg and his legs spread, still looking wide-eyed out the window. Cars drove past. People talked to each other as they walked through the lot. He could see them clearly. Knowing that they couldn't see inside didn't lessen the thrill. They were there.

I bent over at the waist to light the oven. My skirt crept up the back of my thighs but I knew it was long enough that I wouldn't actually flash him the straps of my butterfly. Once the timer was set for our breakfast, I opened the cabinet above his head, leaning in so my cleavage was near his face and he could see a little bit down my shirt.

I handed him the still packaged butt plug and an unopened bottle of lube. "Please put this in."

"Now?" he asked.

"Yes. You agreed to it," I reminded him.

He took a deep breath, nodded, and opened both packages. I took his remote and put it on the counter next to my own. His cock stood up straight and hard as he fingered his ass, preparing himself with the lube. The he put more lube on the butt plug and slowly worked it into his ass. By the time it was in, his cock had a shiny drop of pre-cum on the tip. I licked my lips. It wasn't safe without test results and I wouldn't be able to taste him but it didn't keep me from wanting it.

He stood awkwardly. He had said that he had played with anal toys before but not anywhere except his own bed. I suspected that he hadn't even moved around his bedroom. His cock brushed against me, leaving a damp spot on my skirt as he washed his hands in the sink. He hesitated before turning back to face the windows. If anyone could see through the shades, they would have gotten an eyeful.

I glanced at the timer. 15 minutes more. I encouraged him to jerk off for me, just a little. "Right there standing in front of the window. You can't cum though," I reminded him.

"I remember the rules," he assured me, his hand immediately finding his cock and he stroked in a leisurely way. Keeping my hands off of him was difficult. I turned on my butterfly to distract myself, pressing my thighs together to keep it tight against my clit. His eyes jerked away from the window to look at me when he heard the faint buzz but there was nothing to see. I was still fully dressed.

"So how does it feel?" I asked him. "Is it what you expected?"

His eyes were a little glazed. "Better," he said hoarsely. He looked deliciously aroused. I couldn't decide if it was all of the people so close in the parking lot that did it for him or the fact that I was there, inches away and fully dressed. He stopped the action of his hand on his cock, squeezing at the base with one hand and tugging his balls down with the other. "Too good to last," he admitted.

"You stopped though," I noted. "Good boy." I didn't have those restrictions, but I flipped the butterfly back off too. The torture was mutual, making it more fun for me. The timer dinged and I pointed to the bench seat of the booth dinette. "Sit there," I told him. He would be out of the way. The bench seat was even with the bottom of the window and I could see him swallow as he considered it. Even sitting, his cock would be able to look out of the window. He sat, keeping his hands off of himself.

I put down my remote and picked up his. With the flick of a button, his butt plug buzzed to life on the lowest setting. One had wrapped around his cock. The other went between his legs, pushing against the base of the plug. "Stop." I ordered. "Put your hands flat on the table." His hands reluctantly found their way away from his body. I praised him and got him talking about his fantasies as I got our plates ready.

I sat beside him on the bench, pushing him closer to the window. The rough fabric of my skirt pressed against his bare leg. I brought both remotes to the table. I set both to vary speed and pattern. We both struggled to eat and hold a reasonable conversation. I finally let myself touch him. My left hand resting gently on his bare thigh, my nails running over his skin and toying with his leg hair.

I let him eat with one hand and stroke himself slowly with the other, warning him again not to cum. He had to stop often but he did stop. Sometimes when he did, he gave a soft whimper. Other times, when the butt plug changed speed, he gripped himself tightly, moaning with need. I wondered if the people outside could hear him and reminded him about the very thin walls.

His pupils were huge and his cock leaked a steady stream of pre-cum. Occasionally, his hips shifted as if he were looking for even more stimulation by pressing the base of the butt plug deeper into him. I was pretty sure that it wouldn't take much more to get him to cum. I wasn't ready for that.

When we were both done eating, I rinsed my plate in the sink. My knees were unsteady. His were unsteady too as he stood to do the same. His cock pressed against my hip as he squeezed past me and he closed his eyes for a moment. His hips rocked, like a dog humping my leg. I grinned. I loved that I had driven him so far past his initial nervousness that he was ready to do anything to be allowed to cum. I turned off his butt plug for a moment and stepped away, not wanting to trigger the long overdue eruption yet.

"Stand there," I told him, pointing to the space right in front of the table, facing the window. He looked out, watching people go about their lives. None of them would ever know that he had looked at them from mere feet away, naked and hard. What would they think if they could see? I urged him to spread his legs a little and pressed against his back, soft shirt and scratchy jean skirt against his bare skin. I ran my nails through his hair and then down his chest. I tweaked at his nipples and nipped the base of his neck.

He kept his hands flat on the table for me. Such a good toy. His cock dripped pre-cum on my table, even untouched. His balls were drawn up tight again, looking almost painful. "Stroke for me," I urged him as I let the butterfly give me the orgasm I had been fighting against and then let it keep going.

When my first orgasm finished, I told him. "You can cum if you can cum before I do again. If not, you have to leave just like you are, with blue balls and a butt plug up your ass." He had agreed to that potential outcome when we had talked online but hearing me say it out loud made him protest. His hand sped up on his cock. I didn't turn his butt plug back on. It didn't look like he would need the help but he still reached down to push on the base of it with one hand while he stroked his cock with the other. I wondered if he was imagining the reactions of the people outside. We raced towards our orgasms and he beat me there but only by a few seconds. I came for the second time at the sight of his cum shooting out and landing on the table.

His skin was sheened with sweat and I gave it a quick lick. Impossible to resist. With the horniness relieved, he looked uncomfortable again. "Do you want a shower?" I offered. "I know you said that you were headed to work."

"I..." He hesitated. "If it's okay..." his voice trailed off.

I flicked the remote for his butt plug, giving him a quick jolt of buzz before turning it back off to remind him it was there. He took it out and washed it. I showed him how to work the shower and then sat watching him through the clear curtain as he washed himself. The intimacy of that was as much a part of the fun for me as the orgasms.

I handed him the freshly lubed butt plug when he stepped out of the shower. He stared at it, then at me. This wasn't part of our agreement but I wanted to see if he would walk across the parking lot wearing it. No one would know other than him and me. He hesitated but his cock jumped, ready to come back to life. It was a silent contest of wills for a moment. Finally, he closed his eyes and nodded. I handed it to him and he slid it into place. It was easier this time, so soon after the removal, but the return of a full erection made getting dressed difficult for him.

I pressed my hand against his bulge and used the remote to bring his butt plug back to life. He made a protesting sound and I gave him a hug before handing him the remote. "You can turn it off when you get to your car," I told him.

Then he was gone. I watched him cross the parking lot, walking a little awkwardly and grinned. I felt powerful, sexy, strong. I wondered if he would remove the butt plug somewhere between the Wal-Mart and wherever he worked or if he would keep it in during the day. I wondered if he would think about our encounter in the future. I knew I would never see him again. I had a full two days of driving still before I was home.

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Jul 2, 2018 in femdom

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