Camille waited for her husband to go to work then set out of their upscale house in black yoga pants and a pink camisole, her dark hair up in a bun. She wore no bra, she hadn’t gotten a lift for nothing, and her large tits bounced as she walked to the car David had bought her for their anniversary.
Camille drove at a leisurely pace, bopping her head to her radio and looking at people on the sidewalks. She drove by the park, where she frequently hunted, and saw a young man standing in the partially enclosed bus stop. He was either a senior in high school or a freshman in college, and didn’t look the “popular type”. He had curly hair and wore khakis with a polo top. Thick glasses rested on his face. Camille grinned as she drove past then stopped a little further up the road.
As she approached the bus station, the boy had his back to her, leaning against the wall and staring at his phone. Camille carefully snuck up then wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her.
“What the!” the geeky boy dropped his phone with a start.
Camille put a manicured finger to his lips. “Shhhh, just relax.”
Her other hand moved to the crotch of his pants and rubbed softly. She felt his dick twitch.
“Who… what… are” the boy stuttered, his hands still held up as if holding his phone.
Camille nibbled his ear. “Trust me.”
She felt his dick harden quickly as she rubbed her fingers and palm over it. The boy shuddered but leaned back against her slightly. Her breasts pressed against his back.
“That’s it.” Camille purred as she ran her tongue up his neck. “Just enjoy it.”
She gripped his rock hard cock through his pants and ran her hand up and down his shaft. He gasped and thrust against her hand. Camille moaned softly and cupped the head of his dick in her palm, rolling her hand over the bulge in the fabric.
“I want you to cum for me.” Camille said softly in a pleading tone.
“But… I..” the boy grunted while Camille made his body tremble.
“Please?” she panted. She gave his dick a firm squeeze then moved her hand faster
The boy groaned and swayed in Camille’s arms. She smirked to herself, knowing she had done it. A few strokes of her wrist later and he cried out softly, his hips bucking hard. Camille had to support him a bit until she felt the sticky wetness seeping through the fabric of his pants.
They stood there for a moment, the boy breathing heavily in her arms, then Camille kissed his blushing cheek.
“Good boy.” She giggled and walked away without looking back.
Once in her car, she peered in the rearview. The boy was now sitting on the bench, his hands on his lap and looking around with a look of confusion and shame. Camille drove off, back on the hunt.
She circled the park and then, seeing no other prey she liked, drove through the surrounding neighborhood. Her excitement from making the nerdy boy cum started to fade into frustration as she continued to find nothing of interest. She was about to call it a day and return home to do the housework when someone caught her eye. A man was working out on his fenced front lawn. His toned muscles flexed as he lay on a bench press and lifted the bar, stacked with ample weight. Camille slowed her car and licked her lips as she took in his bare chest and abs. He was wearing basketball shorts which outlined the sizable bulge of his crotch.
Camille stopped in front of the next house and got out then walked back over. Biting her lower lip in relish, she stood in his gateway and watched him for a bit. Feeling a stirring from her pussy, she slowly approached. Just as the man noticed her, she swung a leg over him and lowered her crotch to his, smirking at the girth she felt pressing through his shorts and her yoga pants.
“What the fuck lady?” the man shouted. He put his hands on Camille’s hips as if to push her off, then froze with his mouth open.
Without a word, Camille lifted her camisole up, her large, perfectly round breasts bouncing out. Her dark brown nipples were stiff. The man blinked and Camille grinned.
“That’s better.” She said.
She slid her hands up his firm abs and over his slightly sweaty chest. As she did, she leaned forward slowly. Her crotch rubbed against his and Camille could feel his dick harden in his shorts. She laid on top of the man, her hard nipples brushing his bare chest. The hands on her hips now pulled her into him, grinding her crotch against his.
“Mmm you’re so big.” Camille panted in his ear.
The man grunted and bucked his hips up. Camille shuddered as his bulge pressed against her pussy. She began to rock back and forth, matching his rhythm. She could feel herself getting wet, the fabric of her yoga pants sticking to her lips.
“Dammit lady.” The man moaned and pushed up as far as he could, his erection moving as far between Camille’s folds as their clothes allowed.
Camille was breathing hard, her ass jiggling as she bounced on his member. She sat up straight and leaned back with her hands on his buff thighs, her perfect tits bouncing slightly. She rolled her pelvis forward over his massive bulge, dragging her pussy up its length. The man’s grip became firmer on her hips and his strong arms helped him ram his hard cock into her crotch.
“Ohhh cum for me big boy.” Camille moaned while the man’s dick pummeled her slit and clit through her pants.
She looked into his eyes and the man tensed up, he threw his head back on the bench while moaning in short bursts. Camille nestled the head of his dick in her now well defined cameltoe and grinded against it with ferocity.
“F…Fuck.” The man muttered just before his body jerked and his back arched.
Camille’s hands flew to her massive tits and squeezed them firmly. She smiled in a rush of victory. The man’s eyes rolled slightly as he pressed himself as hard as he could against her. Camille felt his cock pulsing against her pussy as it unloaded cum into his shorts. It felt amazing and she almost got a taste of her own medicine as the urge to climax overtook her. Camille quickly got up, ignoring her pussy’s ache for attention. She never let them make HER cum. The man looked at her in a daze. She stayed briefly to get a long look at the large wet spot on the man’s shorts, then she winked and pulled down her top before turning on her heel and walking away.
She flung herself into her car and instantly shoved her hand down her pants, peeling them from her dripping pussy. She rammed two fingers deep inside herself, moving them rapidly, already so close. She kicked at the floorboard and cried out as her fingers slammed into her dripping cunt and she quickly brought herself to orgasm. Cum leaked out around her fingers. With a sigh of relief, she brought them from her pants and up to her lips. She sucked her juices off eagerly but slowly, savoring her reward for a successful hunt. When she had finished, she sat up straight, started the car and set off for home. David would be home soon and she still has housework to do.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6jlqgj/dirty_pants_mf_clothed_public_tease