Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

She shifted in the seat and made a frustrated, almost whining noise. She was going to screw this up if she didn’t go through with it, but it went against everything she had been taught. What a choice.

She glanced over at Greg. He was sitting there looking out the windshield. He looked over at her and smiled a shy, almost embarrassed smile. She quickly looked back forward.

Greg or underwear? That’s what it boiled down to in the end. Good girl, bad girl could be left to what she did later in the evening. Put like that, it was a no-brainer.

Quickly, she moved forward on the seat as her hands went under the dress and moved slowly up along the outside of her thighs. She glanced down to see her thumbs hook the thin white material of her panties at each hip. There was a narrow strip of her hip and ass showing brightly in the dim light. She had wanted to flash Greg earlier and now she was showing him more than she originally intended.

She rocked from side to side as she slipped the panties off. She could feel them sliding down across her ass and then along the back of her thighs. Greg was getting an even better look at her as she moved. She shivered as the crotch of the panties pulled away from her sex. She hadn’t realized that she was wet.

Quickly she worked the panties on down her legs and hurriedly folded them up after she had them off. She could feel the dampness of the cloth and blushed. She had masturbated several times that day just to make sure the edge was off, so to speak. So why was she so wet?

The date with Greg was one reason. His compliments and attention for another. The thought of walking around at a party naked under this thin dress was the main one. Little fantasies of the wind blowing her dress up ran like lightening across her brain.

She shook herself to clear her head and smoothed her skirt. She glanced quickly over at Greg and smiled shyly. She wondered what he thought of her. His eyes were on the panties in her hands and he was smiling. Was that good or bad?

Julie laid the panties on the floor of the car. That was the easy part; the bra was another matter. She would have to take the top of the dress all the way down to get her bra off. How should she do it? Her fantasy self would just undo the buttons and take off the bra while Greg sat there drooling over her boobs.

With a little sigh, Julie reached up and slowly unbuttoned the dress. She watched Greg’s reflection in the windshield. His eyes were following her hands. When she had enough buttons undone, she moved her right hand up to the left collar of the dress. Greg grinned and she chickened out.

She turned her back to him and slipped the top of the dress down. She could feel his eyes on her back as she reached behind and unhooked the bra. Slowly, she slipped the straps down off her shoulders and then removed the cups from her breasts. The cool air made her shiver or was it just the cool air?Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

As she slipped the dress back on, she paused and glanced at the windshield and side window. She had seen his reflection earlier. Could he see her now? She felt her pussy contract at the thought and then hurriedly finished getting in the dress. Her fingers seemed to be all thumbs.

The dress felt different as she buttoned it back up. It clung to her body more, or so it seemed. The cloth felt cool against her breasts and she could feel her hard nipples rub against it as she breathed. When she was once again presentable, she turned back to him. She folded the bra, retrieved the panties, and placed them in her purse.

“That’s much better. Now that dress fits right. You’ll be the hit of the party, believe me.” He grinned as he turned the car around with a squeal of the tires.

Julie grabbed onto the door and the seat, as the car made the sharp hard turn and then she was laughing as it accelerated quickly down the street, the tires making squealing sounds as he shifted gears. The powerful car pressing her back into her seat. Exhilaration flowed through her as the trees alongside the street flashed by.

She was going to the party with Greg. She was naked under her dress and she was hornier than hell. This was the way life was supposed to be, not some little cube of a room with too much time to think and too many things to study.

Greg slowed and Julie squirmed in the seat again but this time it was from excitement, mixed with a little apprehension and fear. She had never been anywhere in public without a bra and panties before. She could feel her hard nipples tingle under the thin material of the dress. She knew that they were making little tents in the cloth.

She glanced over at Greg with a grin still on her face. He grinned back at her and winked. “This is going to be a great night,” he said, with enthusiasm.

“I… I hope you don’t think any less of me for what I just did.”

She had never undressed in front of a new boyfriend before and never in a public place. She couldn’t believe that she had actually gone through with it. Then she realized that she hadn’t even looked outside to see if anyone was there. What if there had been people looking at her? Seeing her take her bra off?

Greg did a little double take. “Why would I do that? You’re a very beautiful woman and I’m the one that started it. I’m the one who brought up the question of underwear in the first place.”

“I’ve never done anything like that before. You know, take off stuff in public. I just want you to understand that.”

“I do understand, believe me. I don’t make a habit of asking girls to do something like that. This is special and you’re special, you’re a real winner. A girl like you doesn’t come along every day.”

Julie smiled and felt herself blush as she shifted in her seat. It even felt different without her panties on. The dress molded itself to her ass where the soft seat foam pressed it in between her cheeks. It made her tingle.

Even with Greg’s reassurance, in the five or six blocks to the party, her emotions and thoughts ran the gambit from sexy and excited, to embarrassed, to… The word slut ran through her mind but she clamped down on it. That was only in fantasies.

*****

Greg turned into a driveway and pulled his car off to one side to park in a long gravel strip with more than a dozen other cars. The street out in front of the old two-story house was lined with cars. ‘It must be some party,’ Julie thought, as Greg came around to open her door.

As she got out of the car, she was careful of how she moved. Greg knew she didn’t have panties on but she didn’t want to flash him or anyone else. A draft of air up her skirt was a reminder of her excitement. Its cool caress on her dampness made her shiver and once again wonder just how good of a girl she really was.