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The Plumber on Hilton Head  

BountyShared 59M/57F  
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3/27/2020 5:19 pm
The Plumber on Hilton Head


Impulsively, my hubby and I decided to drive to Hilton Head for a weekend away. We like to get of town occasionally where we can be anonymous and give our kinkier proclivities the freedom to roam and test their limits.

I am always up for drive, especially in the warming days of Spring, so I can begin to show off all my hard work over the winter spent in the and the yoga studio.

My favorite driving dresses leave little to the imagination, short and sheer, spaghetti strapped and elastic topped, they are perfect for giving my hubby unfettered access to my trove of womanly pleasures while teasing passing truckers and SUV drivers that are enough to peer down into our sedan while.

As we raced down the highway, the farther we drove away from home, the friskier I became. The first thing to go was my panties. Feeling the rush of air from the open car window across naked private parts gave me a tingle and a shiver.

With one eye on the road and one hand on the steering wheel, my hubby reached over and began stroking and caressing my left leg starting just my calf, moving up past my knee, squeezing my thigh, and then tracing his finger down between legs, along my inner thigh, until his fingers the edge of my mid-thigh hemline.

Like a little bulldozer, his fingers began methodically plowing forward, bunching up the hem of my dress until my neatly trimmed pussy lips were revealed from beneath the gathered fabric. I spread my knees and scooched down in my seat, inviting him to explore.

My Hubby’s index finger traced the outline of my swollen lips in the shape of a heart, dipping into the crease above my most sensitive folds, where my lips meet at the top to protect my hooded pleasure bead.

Impatiently I squirmed about on my seat, writhing in anticipation. I tugged the front of my dress up above my waist, tucking it my seat belt, and spreading my legs to give him access to my moistening hole. With my hands free, I began massaging my labia, squeezing the together, rubbing my clit between the puffy lips; a clit sandwich, growing saucier by the minute.

Every time he looped around, the heart-shaped circle became smaller, his finger pressed lower and deeper between my parting lips, raking the hood of my clitoris, sending sparks of sensation and pleasure shooting through my body. I shuddered uncontrollably, as goose bumps rippled across my exposed skin.

Each pass brought his finger closer to my love hole, stoking my inner, releasing more and more viscous self-lube, until it began trickling down toward my bunghole.

The spaghetti straps of my dress were already off my shoulders, dangling loosely around my elbows. There was nothing to keep the front of my dress up, and my boobs from being exposed, except the shoulder strap of my seat belt.

Trucks and SUVs roared by only to be seen slowing ahead until our car caught up with them. Eager voyeurs leered down in our car at my exposed pussy adding to my arousal. My need for orgasmic release was becoming desperate.

But my Hubby was unfazed by these passersby or my twisting and convulsing hips, he was enjoying himself and he wasn’t to be rushed.

Countless passing truckers salivated at the view of my naked pussy, glistening with a glaze of my juices, as my Hubby and my hands wrestled for access, coating our fingers and smearing my nether region and inner thighs with flowing my self-lube.

Already fully exposed from the waist down, it seemed silly not share the view of my boobs as well. Besides they ached for attention.

I surrendered my loins to my Hubby, and began caressing my own breasts, squeezing them together, and pinching and twisting my nipples between my thumb and index finger, pulling them outward, in rhythm to my maestro’s ministrations down .

My nipples crinkled into dark brown raisins underneath my sheer cotton dress, as my hubby continued swirling his finger inward and downward toward my now sloppy pussy. Nearing his goal, he began slowing sawing his fingers across my inflamed pleasure button, pulling back on its hood, sending bolts of pleasure through me, like lightning.

Writhing against the restraint of my seat belt, my arousal burning intensely, a sheen of perspiration to burst forth across my skin, dampening my dress, clinging it to my body.

Frustrated and desperate for relief from my rising inner heat, I flailed my arms about in a tantrum and clawed at my dress, that now only barely covered my boobs and upper abdomen.

My hubby’s finger finally had zeroed in on its prize. As he plunged the first of two fingers deeply into me, I tore away the top of my dress, ripping the buttons apart to free my boobs, exposing my entire body, except for my seat belt, to him and every passing truck.

My orgasm was deep and long, shuddering and satisfying, and I drifted off to sleep in a afterglow, naked to anyone who glanced our way, as we sped down the highway.

When we arrived our rented beach house, it was a letdown. The price online seemed too good to be true and it was. It was badly in need of basic repairs and the furniture worn and torn but least the mattress in master bedroom seemed newer, with elaborate iron head and foot boards, which was peculiar given that the rest of the house was a dump, but that’s where we would be spending most of our time anyway so we were glad for it.

We dropped our bags and mixed a couple of cocktails and enjoyed a beautiful sunset from the veranda. All was well. Adding to my buzz with a second cocktail, I felt the tell-tale tingling sensation climbing up my spine and rolling across my head, like a wave. I combed my fingers through my hair and massaged my scalp lazily. . .

Then it occurred to me, I forgot my shampoo at home.

Hubby was napping on a beach chair on the veranda overlooking the ocean as the sunset dipped the horizon. He looked so peaceful in the twilight, despite his erection straining against his shorts, that I didn’t want to wake him.

Because if I did, I would never get of there to get my shampoo. But my arousal was sparked again. I could feel the rekindled heat and moisture smoldering and simmering within me. In my mind, I could taste his on my tongue.

The nearest grocery store was only a short walk away, so I decided not to disturb him and get my necessary sundries before he awakened. I would be quick. He wouldn’t even notice that I was gone.

Assessing my appearance in the bathroom mirror, it was very apparent that I wasn’t wearing any underwear at all. When we left home, I was bra-less, and I lost my panties somewhere in the car on the drive down.

I debated my attire for a long moment. But the thought of changing my clothes to go only to the grocery store seemed unnecessary so I rebuttoned my dress, pulled up my shoulder straps, and smoothed the front with my hands as best as I could.

Hell, I was anonymous, so who cares who I meet.

As I walked, my unrestrained boobs swayed back and forth my thin dress, my nipples hardening from the sensation. Naughty thoughts popped into my head, like showering with my hubby, lathering up his body, and paying close attention to his cock and balls, played in my mind’s eye.

The grocery store’s parking lot was empty except for a lone Ford pickup with a plumber’s logo on the door and some risqué slogan about hand-tightened nuts and clear pipes. It was one of those small beach resort stores sold everything from Kool-Aid to condoms. I giggled as I passed the truck, envisioning its<b> owner.

</font></b>As the automatic doors parted, a frigid blast of AC enveloped me, sending a shiver through me, sobering me up like being doused with a bucket of ice water. Goosebumps popped up across my skin like little teepees and my nipples poked at my dress like spears. Instinctively, I hugged myself as I strode headlong into the store. Walking with certainty, despite knowing where I was going, I passed by a hunk of a man, built like a former jock, but still rockin’ the chiseled body. He took pride in his appearance and it showed. I like that. A lot.

Unwittingly, my eyes locked on him and my head began to turn as I passed him, like on a swivel, to maintain contact until I bumped into a display of Twinkies and Ho Ho’s. I fought to maintain my balance as my alcohol buzz played with my equilibrium.

My flushed with embarrassment as I fumbled with the sweet treats, unsuccessfully trying to rearrange the display.

The two men chuckled as they their eyes scanned my body from head to toe and back, pausing at my nipples. To deflect their attention, smiling weakly, I barked a question about the whereabouts of shampoo. And then darted off down the aisle in the direction of the store clerk’s pointed finger.

The hunky Plumber followed . I presumed he was the plumber since there was only one vehicle in the parking lot. Maybe he needed shampoo too and my arrival was just a coincidence.

We stood side by side, too close for strangers but neither of us moved from our spots. I felt as though I was swaying slightly, which might have been the booze.
Intently, I tried to focus on my task of selecting a shampoo, surprisingly the selection was quite impressive but I was acutely aware that he was unabashedly looking down my top, at my B-cup cleavage.

Unexpectedly, my heart began racing and began feeling twitchy, and took several deep breathes to calm myself, my heaving chest only pushed my little titties up and farther. I didn’t know why he had this effect on but I was so horny, despite my drivetime orgasm. Or maybe it was because of my orgasm. Fingers are fine but I wanted something bigger, more filling.

Maybe it was my buzz or maybe it was something else but I turned to him, looked up, and asked him if he was finding everything alright.

Shockingly, he complimented my me on my boobs, and noted that I seemed chilly, given my hard nipples, or maybe there was some other reason, possibly him. And since he’d seen so much of them already, he asked me to unbutton my top a few buttons more. And then he just stood there waiting for me to respond.

With a huff of feigned indignance and disbelieving him, I glanced down at my dress, a button-down from chest to hem, and sure enough, the top two buttons were already undone, the widely flapping opened neckline barely snagged on my erect nipples.

Confused, self-conscious, and aroused, my heart began racing like a thoroughbred, pounding so loudly in my ears, I was certain he could hear it thumping in my chest from where he stood. Short of breath, suddenly lightheaded and dizzy, I was on the verge of passing . My consciousness was swirling the drain to blackness, my knees buckling.

Inexplicably, my pussy was piping , wringing forth its viscous self-lube, as my labia became swollen and puffy, evidently acknowledging its acceptance of his highly inappropriate request.

I reach with both hands to stabilize myself. Two sets of hands laid hold of my forearms, cupping my elbows. Securely supported, my panic attack passed, but I was still fuzzy from my cocktails.

From where the store clerk appeared, I cannot say but there he stood, propping up by the elbow, across from him, clasping my other elbow with his giant hand was my Plumber jock.

Politely, I shook them free of . Standing on my own, I looked back and forth each of them. And then my hands found the next button on my dress and undid it, then the next and the next, until my dress flapped open to my belly button.

Pulling the sides apart, I presented my upswept titties with their hardened nipples poking my heaving chest.

My Plumber turned to and adroitly slipped his index fingers the straps of my dress and slid them to off my shoulders, dropping my dress in a heap my feet. I resisted the impulse to cover myself, focusing on his eyes instead, and stepped away.

Both men stood silently admiring my body. The clerk deferring to the Plumber to make the first move.

My neatly shorn pussy lips slick with my juices, glimmered the store lights.

Slowly, as if not to spook his prey, he leaned in and bent down, sucking a nipple into his mouth, biting down on my distended nipple just enough to prevent from pulling away, causing just a twinge of pain. He toyed with my nipple, alternatively suckling and then raking his teeth along the delicate nubs, then biting hard enough for to yelp but not so hard that I would push him away.

His hand found my other breast, cupping it, as if to measure its heft, tweaking the nipple, to exact a response, testing my limits. I was overcome with sensations of pleasure and pain, uncertain which would come next.

The Plumber’s other hand reached down between my legs and traced my crease from my swollen lips to my ass cheeks, front to back, probing for points of entry, and finding two.

My head fell backward, exposing my neck submissively, my eyes closing as I moaned softly.

A finger found my pussy hole and dipped into me shallowly, massaging my opening, preparing me for the inevitable to . I was lost in waves of sensation but something was amiss.

Hands groped my ass, my tit, my pussy, too many hands for just the Plumber.

My eyes snapped open to see the store clerk behind me, fingering my slippery asshole, while he pulled roughly at cheek to spread me wider.
How long had I been gone, when would my Hubby come looking for me?

To be continued?

realldeall57 66M

3/28/2020 10:11 am

oh yes, please continue. Very erotic!!


BountyShared replies on 3/29/2020 9:42 am:
Is there any element you want me to incorporate into the story? I want to be sure you are well satisfied.

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