X-rated website gains from sex scourge. Who caused it; how.
This story is entirely fictitious. The main characters and their prior experiences are inspired by those in "Saturday Night School" chapters 1 to 4 as written by jessica_tang_vonharper and my stories, "Cedar Hill Cheerleaders" chapters 1 to 11. Enjoy!
"HAPPINESS: greater JOY when SHARED", Dr Alwyn Douglas Cox
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The atmosphere within Dangi's Thai restaurant was truly exotic, with candle lit tables and the Buddhist heart sutra playing quietly in the background. Only those with perfect hearing heard the high-pitched Morse code as it briefly bounced around restaurant, and they wondered what it was.
Chantelle Spiros immediately thought she felt a faint sensation in her lower abdomen. It grew slowly in intensity until she was certain that, this now pleasant feeling, was coming from her groin.
Chantelle had completed her schooling at Cedar Hill high school a year before, and was considered the sexiest of its cheerleaders that year.
That evening she looked, as always, like she'd spent the day with a stylist and a make-up artist; she was wearing a full sky-blue miniskirt and a lacy white blouse that drew attention to her perfectly pert breasts. She wore no panty; in part, because of her fantasy to go naked in public, which she had done on numerous occasions during her high school days.
She was dining with her parents and her younger brother Stephen. It was a Thursday evening and they were celebrating their father's promotion. Her older sister Amelia was not with them; she had to work the afternoon shift at Macy's.
Their parents sat on the far side of the rectangular table, while Stephen was on Chantelle's right.
Also in the restaurant were two men seated in the far corner. They both wore a light grey suit, a white shirt, and an ugly blue tie. Chantelle thought they looked like plain-clothed police or even FBI. But what would they be doing in an ordinary restaurant in a small town like Cedar Hill? Surely she was wrong.
The only other patrons were a middle-aged couple and an attractive girl about Stephen's age or maybe a little younger.
The waiter was a boy of about Stephen's age named Dimitri. In fact, he and Stephen greeted each other when he came earlier to get their orders. He brought a bowl of prawn chips, four glasses and a jug of water in which floated a couple of lemon slices.
After consuming a prawn chip, Chantelle asked the obvious, "Hey, Dad; does the promotion come with a decent pay rise?"
"Yeah, it do; I thinks I get about 20 percent extra."
"Does that mean you will be able to help with my college fees next year?"
"Does you think you can pass tha entry-exam?"
"I certainly intend to try. Well; will you able to help?"
"With you and Amelia both working at Macy's and paying Mama some board, we nearly finished payin' off tha mortgage. So, yeah I'm thin'ing it should be OK."
"Great; thanks Dad."
"What about me?" Stephen protested.
"Aren't you goin' ta get that scholarship you talked about?"
"But, what if I don't?"
"You'll just have ta get it, wont ya."
Dimitri delivered their meals during this conversation; so, he and Stephen didn't talk to each other this time.
As the stimulation grew stronger, Chantelle was faced with a decision: either try to ignore it; or... she put her left hand under her skirt and lightly stroked her clit. Well actually her hand was not under her skirt for long, because the hem soon rode up to the point where her entire pubic area was visible; but she thought only Steve was in a position to see her bald pussy and what she was doing. She didn't mind; after all he had previously done more than just see her nude; she had allowed him to finger and suck her pussy when she gave him a lesson in seducing girls. That was after his persistent pleading that he needed the experience to increase his self-confidence around girls.
Secretly she wanted him to watch her masturbate now; here, in public; she knew that being observed would heighten her excitement. She wondered if the two men in the corner were able to see her long shapely legs all the way up to her pussy. She didn't care; This was just another one of her fantasies for doing wild things in public.
This wasn't the first time she been nude or semi-nude in public.
When Jamie Taylor discovered her walking completely naked in the hallway of Cedar Hill high school that Saturday afternoon, they soon realised they were kindred spirits. And as such, Jamie had encouraged her to live out her fantasies.
Chantelle wanted Steve to see her masturbate: she moved her right leg toward Steve to ensure that, when he did look, he would have a clear view of her fingers nestled between her swollen labia. She wanted to be seen. She continued to play with herself for several minutes, all the while she continued using a fork with her right hand. Eating was one way of muffling her sighs of pleasure.
Eventually, Chantelle caught Steve glancing at her pussy; sensing that he was caught, he looked up into her eyes with a smirk. Chantelle returned his glance with a cheeky smile and gave him a wink of encouragement and permission. She noticed that there was a bulge in his pants; was he feeling as randy as she was?
Their father saw this exchange between them and wondered what it was all about.
Steve accepted Chantelle's invitation and placed his left hand on her right thigh. He lightly caressed her skin as his hand moved ever upwards. When his fingers finally found her clit and commenced tickling it, Chantelle lifted her left hand and then used both hands to transfer more fried rice onto her plate.
Later, Steve pushed his middle finger a little way into her cunt and out a few times, before he moved it up to rub around her swollen clit again.
Chantelle briefly glanced down at Steve's lap; the bulge was even more evident now. He was obviously enjoying it every bit as much as she was. While not looking that way, she put her right hand onto the bulge and squeezed it a few times. It grew even larger and harder as she did this.
The waiter, Dimitri returned; as he approached their table from Chantelle's direction, his eyes were drawn to her bare thighs; he tried not to stare; but on reaching her side, he saw Stephen's fingers at work between her swollen red labia. Unprepared for what he saw, he froze for a while.
Finally, looking at Stephen, he blurted out in a shaky voice, "Has ahh; has everything been to your liking?"
Chantelle immediately answered, "Ooh, yes; very much so!"
"Good; then may I, um, may I take the empty plate?"
"Ooh; yes please."
Poor Dimitri was trembling so much as he reached for the plate, that he bumped the almost empty glass that was in front of Chantelle; it toppled and its contents spread across the table, however most of it was caught by the paper placemat that doubled as a menu.
"Oh gawd; I'm sorry. Here, let me mop that up." Dimitri produced a cloth hand-towel from his back pocket and wiped up the liquid as he stared repeatedly at Chantelle's pussy and Stephen's fingers rubbing therein.
"Did any go, ahh, go onto your lap, Miss?"
Dimitri did not wait for a response, but immediately pretended to dry her skirt, while actually he slid his fingers down over her mound and onto her clit.
"Thanks. That's enough." Chantelle was willing to have him linger longer, but knew her parents would get suspicious. As Jamie said on the afternoon of their first meeting, "As the female becomes more aroused, it can start to affect her judgment." Thankfully she had not quite reached that stage.
Dimitri took the empty plate and bid farewell to Stephen as he went, "I; um, I'll see you tomorrow Steve. Ahh; we must talk."
With such attention, Chantelle's pussy and its surrounds were now pink with arousal. She began to breath heavily and squirm in her seat.
"Are ya alright, Shell?" her father Joe enquired.
"I think I need to go to the toilet." And with that Chantelle stood and walked awkwardly across to the lady's toilet.
