As I mentioned in my previous post: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xcqmmv/mf_fucking_beauty/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xcqmmv/mf_fucking_beauty/)
I almost married a remarkably beautiful women. I’m being completely objective about this. I compared her in my previous post to Isabella Rosellini from the 1980s. Honestly, Allie was probably more attractive. Could she have been a model? Absolutely. She was approached many times while we were together, but she didn’t care and rejected all of the agency advances. Her goal in life was to be a doctor.
However, she wasn’t modest about her looks. Allie used every ounce of her allure mostly for her own sexual pleasure. Fundamentally, Allie was a subtle exhibitionist.
*Quick Sidebar…*
I remember the first time my dad met Allie. I had previously brought a few “serious” girlfriends home to meet my parents (who lived a long way away from me). All of them were attractive women in their own rights but I never once received a comment from him. However, I will never forget the stunned look on his face the moment Allie unfurled herself from the passenger seat of my truck and strode up to my parents in front of the garage. He stared stunned, open-jawed and stammering as she introduced herself. A few hour later as we were walking down a sidewalk to a restaurant, my mom and Allie were ahead of us by a few yards chatting as they walked. Every single person who passed us did a double-take on Allie as she swung her hips down the street in a form fitting dress topped by a jean jacket. I was getting used to her hotness so I was ignoring it. However my dad was new to this and jabbed an elbow into my ribs, turned to me like a wide-eyed teenager and mouthed “WOW!”. We busted up laughing.
*Back to the actual story.*
Allie’s apartment was a short walk away from a local farmer’s market that was opened from Thursday to Sunday every week. It was a pretty big complex of vendors selling everything from meat to kitchenware and everything in between. Probably a couple hundred stalls. It also had its own bakery, restaurants, and coffee shops. Depending on Allie’s work schedule, we would try to get to the market every Saturday morning to pick up fresh food for the week.
We would often go late Saturday morning when the crowds had peaked. This was usually because we were delayed by sexual escapades we enjoyed in the morning sunlight that streamed though Allie’s balcony doors. It was more likely because Allie just wanted to the attention from as many old men as possible.
I forgot the mention that for as long as we were together, unless she was on her period, Allie was almost always commando. She rarely wore panties.
Every Saturday morning, Allie would wear a pair of short shorts, or a jean skirt, or something else modestly form fitting and would stroll sensually through the throngs of people among the stalls. She would bend down to feel a vegetable or fruit, and her beautiful derriere would stretch the seams of whatever she was wearing. I often stood a few meters away just to see how the crowds reacted to her and I was never disappointed. Lots of men and boys shooting quick furtive glances in her direction, a few inappropriate stares from the misogynists. Often women would stare in admiration.
The way she carried herself was in no way “slutty”, it was just graceful sensuality, so there were no judging or disapproving looks from anyone. When I was next to her, or when she held my hand in hers, I would receive the odd nod of approval from men passing by us. It was unbelievable for my confidence.
Upon reflection, these sensual little shopping trips were foreplay for Allie. Invariably, within minutes of returning from our farmer’s market excursions, Allie was on her knees in the kitchen gazing into my eyes as she bobbed on my dick until I shot semen down her throat.
On one particular hot summer weekend, Allie had been working an unusual Friday night shift, so I was staying at my house for the first time in a couple weeks. I had to re-introduce myself to my roommates. Ha!
Anyway, she called me early that Saturday morning to come by her apartment so we could go to the market. When I got to her place, I was shocked to find her wearing a sheer form-fitting red sundress that was so short that the hem was only a couple of inches below her butt. It was fucking spectacular. Modeling it for me, the fabric was so sheer that I could see the outline of her labia between her legs as she spun around in the morning sunlight. She was wearing no underwear.
“Whadaya think?”
I was speechless for a moment while my erection grew.
“I’m gonna throw you over the arm of that couch and …”
“Not yet…we need our veggies first. Come!” And with that, she strode past me determined.
For the first time in our relationship, the most beautiful woman I have ever been with looked a little “slutty”. Me and my erection were both down with it.
Even walking hand-in-hand along the sidewalk to the market, heads were turning, and cars were slowing down, necks craning.
We were talking about her night at the ER and random things. “Your breasts look great in that outfit. Especially your nipples.” Allie continued to stare forward but she moaned in response. Although she felt objectified sometimes for her looks, Allie LOVED getting random compliments from me. It was extremely endearing.
Allie’s nipples did look good because the were very hard and poking against the sheer red fabric. Not only could anyone detect her nipples, but her aerolas were also swollen and clearly visible to the throngs of people milling about in the market. Allie was breathing hard and exceptionally aroused as we passed the first set of stalls, squeezing fruit. As normal, I held back a few strides to take in the scene.
There were no furtive glances. As she strode through the crowds, nearly everyone simply stared in disbelief at her magnificent beauty and the incredible body that she chose to exhibit. Although many women were still staring in admiration, some were openly disapproving, with disgusted smirks and eye rolls. That was a first.
People also seemed to think Allie was famous. A crowd was forming around her as she walked down an aisle and people were beginning to jostle her. I was immediately a little nervous about her safety, so I moved quickly to her side and held her hand. She squeezed on tightly. Although her hand was a little sweaty, she smiled towards me, encouraged by my support. It was the first time since I had met her, that her outward confidence was a little eroded.
We actually tried to shop, but it was impossible because the curious crowd around us was pushing too much against us. At times Allie was biting her bottom lip as I am certain the odd strangers hand squeezed her ass or grazed across her upper thigh.
We finally made our way to a small coffee shop at the end of the market and sat at a little bistro table that overlooked the street and was obscured from main market hall by a little half-wall.
Allie was heaving in the wrought iron chair facing me. Her nipples were even more swollen than before and clearly visible in her sheer little dress, with the hem running high upon her crossed thighs. I knew that anyone behind me would be able to see Allie’s vagina peaking out under her crossed legs. Although the half-wall obscured the vista.
“Oh my…we need to go soon.” Allie was squirming a bit.
“Why?” I was smirking at her.
Allie narrowed her eyes at me “You know…” the sexual tension was unbearable.
Across the café, the barista called out my name for our lattes.
Allie volunteered to get them and stood up beside me. The sun shone through her dress from behind and I could see the outline of her pussy inches from me.
“ Hey, hold on a sec.” and as she looked down at me slightly confused, I reached up in between her legs to slide my fingers over her impossibly soaked slit. I couldn’t believe how aroused she was from her little bout of exhibitionism. Surprised, Allie froze staring down at me and gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth and covered it as I circled my thumb around her clit a few times quickly and then inserted two fingers into her steaming canal. I thrusted my fingers no more than five or six times into her wetness, and then I felt her awesome contractions begin. Allie orgasmed standing next to our bistro table in the middle of the coffee shop at the farmer’s market. Her legs trembled uncontrollably as she tried not to scream out in pleasure against her hand. She braced herself against the bistro table while her beautiful eyes rolled back in bliss. Some of her juices dripped over my hand and onto the café floor as her pussy milked my fingers.
Although I was confident that the half wall obscured anyone from inside the main hall from watching Allie get fingered to orgasm, anyone walking past the window had a full show. In the café behind Allie, anyone could have watched my arm pumping between Allie’s legs with my fingers slightly obscured by the fabric of her dress. They would have definitely seen her legs tremble, and maybe even her fluids splash upon the floor. However, it was empty at the time.
After a minute or so of trembling, Allie collapsed back onto the seat, still dazed by the powerful orgasm that I drew from her. As Allie slumped forward, smiling in the bliss of her afterglow, I found myself eye-to-eye with the blonde-haired little barista across the café. She saw everything and was slack jawed.
“Oh my gosh, I need you…let’s go.” Allie had come down from her orgasm and was eager to get to her apartment for more pleasure.
I sheepishly approached the counter to pay, my fingers still drenched from Allie’s orgasm.
“It’s on the house.” The barista gulped, smiling.
I didn’t hesitate to gather the coffees and Allie and get the hell out of there through a side door.
When we got back to Allie’s, the door to her apartment had just barely closed, and right there in her little foyer she rolled up her ridiculously sheer red dress to her waist and I fucked her from behind as she bent over. I slammed into her roughly while I held her by her forearms against my hips for leverage and control. She wanted me to control her. This stunning beauty needed me to control her. It blew my mind.
“ You like teasing all the old farmers, huh? This is what you get for being a tease!”
Allie moaned loudly thorough my wet flesh slapping onslaught and then screamed as she came, with her vagina milking the semen out of me in long deep pulses. I am certain that everyone down the corridor could hear her orgasm that day.
Recently, Allie confessed that it was one of the more memorable orgasms of her life. I was a little surprised, but it still makes me proud.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xfcy74/mf_fingered_at_a_farmers_market
This one is def my favorite