[usual disclaimer: all characters portrayed are over the age of 18]
Michiko sighed as she stared into the mirror. A smart bob of short, black hair framed her face, her own almond eyes staring back at her. She felt like something alien to herself after all these years away from home. Stepping back, she did one last little spin before smoothing out her dress, ready to face the days. It was simple yellow sundress that buttoned up the front, though she had left a couple undone to show off more of her pale skin, taking care to rub plenty of sunscreen over everything she left exposed as to avoid sun damage. She had a big straw hat, yellow ankle socks, and a pair of big white tennis shoes she liked to wear on long walks.
While she usually preferred to forego underwear entirely on these excursions, she had a new lace-y white thong on today. They had been a gift from a secret admirer. He was an older man, usually dressed in a suit, who she always saw on her walks through the park. At first it had just been coincidence that they both usually went there around the same time, but then she started to see him there more and more frequently and on a more regular basis. This, in turn, had led her to blocking out a specific window of time to be at the park. This coordination had all be unspoken, but she had a feeling her admirer liked that.
What he liked even more was Michiko's exhibitionist tendencies.
Michiko had always been shy as a child, but there was something about being across the ocean and living in America that brought out a different side of her. Maybe it was the relentless objectification by her American classmates or some innate aspect of her own repressed sexuality emerging from all the attention. Either way, Michiko had developed a bad habit of showing off. She finally had to stop drinking because she would strip naked at house parties and was pissing off just as many people as she pleased. Camming had been a way to monetize her fetish for showing off a bit, but to really get off she needed to be out in the real world, surprising civilians with her obscene public displays in unsuspected places. It was always a happy surprise when she found someone brave enough to make the job and take her whenever they were. It as at the point where she couldn't even come without being outside or at least in a public space, so she was feeling particularly needy and horny as she prepare to see her admirer that afternoon.
She didn't know her admirer's name, but he was an older, distinguished gentleman. Dark skinned, even more so in comparison to Michiko's own complexion. Michiko was so pale her skin almost glowed, forcing her to apply layers sunscreen over any exposed skin whenever she went on during the day. She picked a particularly thick, greasy lotion because she loved the way it tingled on body even hours after applying it. Her outfits became more and more daring as she became fixated on covering more of her in that feeling.
The sun felt hot on her skin as she danced down the steps of her apartment building and down the street to the public park. She still wished she could have gone without underwear, but the anticipation was making her gush so hard that she knew these new panties would be soaked by the time her admirer ripped them off and stuffed them in her mouth to gag. At least, that's what she was hoping for. It might not be today, but Michiko knew from experience that it didn't matter who it was: if someone already wanted to fuck you, they could be pushed into doing it eventually, and they would do it anywhere you wanted.
By the time she got to the benches they usually sat at--plenty of tree cover, in a part of the park usually empty at this time of day--Michiko smiled brightly to see her admirer sitting there. He looked so smart, sweat on his dark skin as his smart pale suit strained against the muscles he clearly had under all that business attire. She wondered sometimes what his job was or even his name, but knowing any of that would ruin it. She needed the mystery. She needed the excitement of having a true stranger inside her again.
Taking her seat on the bench across from the man, Michiko smiled at him, making sure to catch his eye before spreading her knees to show me that she was wearing the panties he had left for her. That it had been a silent exchange--use a plain, unwrapped garment left on his bench one afternoon--had been incredibly sexy. She had rubbed herself to climax while breathing in their smell at that very spot. A jogging woman had caught her in the act, but after an initial shock, she just kept running. As if she understood what drove Michiko. She wondered that woman had the same need, the same cravings, as Michiko did.
Michiko emerged from her memory as the man sat down next to her. Her heart started to race as she soaked in the presence of his large body next to hers. The heaviness of his presence altered the gravity around them, drawing her small, fragile body to the crushing attraction of his. Seized by the rush of the moment, Michiko's little hand shot out, grabbing at the man, but he slapped it away. She recoiled. Had she offended somehow? Misread the situation? As the man's hand came down on her knee, traveling up under her skirt and to her thigh, she realized she had, but not in the way she thought. She let herself go limp, complete open as this man she did not know began to explore his body with hands, the same way he had let her explore with his eyes all these weeks.
