My friend, Krista, roped me into volunteering for the Charity Fair. I didn't want to do it, but what the hell? It was for charity.
They needed people to run booths where people played games. Most of the good choices got picked pretty quickly.
Krista described one listed as "throwing water balloons at a girl dressed like a ship masthead." The idea was that a pretty girl in a skimpy bikini would stick her head and body out of a plywood board painted to look like the bow of a ship, so she looked like one of the wooden statues of a beautiful woman that old sailing ships had at the front. People would pay $1 to throw a water balloon at the girl from about 20 feet away, like waves crashing over the ship. They did it last year, and it was popular with the guys, and they made a lot of money for charity.
Krista thought that I would be perfect for it. She said that I had the figure for it, and she whispered in my ear, "I know you like to be tied up!"
I blushed and wished I had kept that little personal secret to myself!
I reluctantly agreed. We got my boyfriend, Paul, to help out.
We first had to get the old backboard and the rest of the booth they used last year out of storage. It was a pretty good painting but needed a touch-up in a few places. It had a hole for my body to squirm through, but it was tight. If I had any bigger hips, there was no way I would be able to get in. Krista tried and didn't fit, so we would not be able to trade off. I would have to do it the whole time.
We hulled the booth parts to where they needed to be and spent most of the day setting them up. It was hard, sweaty work. Paul was a huge help.
At last, it was ready for me to crawl into it. Krista pulled shut the curtains that covered the front of the booth and the little area in the back so it would be a little more private.
While Krista and the guys watched, I squirmed until just the top half of my body stood out the front, and my ass and legs were out the back. There was a little padding, so it didn't hurt at all. It just kind of felt weird to be bent over that way. A wooden board slid down in the back and closed the hole so it just fit around my waist. I noticed that there would be no way for me to get out without help.
Krista pulled my wrists behind me, so they went through two small holes. I had to reach through and grab two metal bars. Paul and Krista found two more boards that fit around the wrist holes, so they locked my wrists into place, and I couldn't move at all!
It felt erotic and kinky to be bound and bent over like that. The way I bent over exposed my cleavage to anyone looking. If I had a low-cut shirt, they would see right down it. Krista was right; I liked to be tied up.
Paul was in no hurry to let me out. He kept me in there while Krista started talking about something or other.
While Krista was chatting away, Paul was on the other side of the board. I felt his hand on my leg. The hand started to move up between my legs.
I tried not to react and keep talking to Krista, but I felt Paul on the other side run his fingers under my shorts and finger me. I was soaking wet.
I pretended that nothing was going on and kept talking with Krista when, but I could feel Paul unbutton my pants and pull them down to my ankles. Was he going to screw me in front of my friend?
I gasped a little when Paul slid his dick into me. I was so wet it went in on the first stroke.
Krista realized that something was going on. She grinned and whispered to me. "Is he screwing you?" She asked.
I just nodded, unable to speak.
Krista kept talking, pretending she didn't notice, but I wasn't paying attention to what she said. Paul kept slowly stroking his dick in and out of me.
I was breathing harder, responding to him. I couldn't believe that he was doing this to me in front of my best friend!
Krista had one hand down the front of her pants. She was touching herself!
I heard myself panting. I knew that I was getting close. I watched Krista's fingers move in her shorts and wondered who would cum first Krista, Paul, or me?
Krista kept up her banter about people that we knew while she reached under my shirt and cupped one of my breasts! Her other hand was still down her pants, frigging away.
My nipples were hard, like two little buttons. I moaned.
She brought her hand out of her pants so she could touch me. Her fingers felt slippery and smelled like her pussy. The scent filled my head and made me dizzy.
Krista whispered in my ear that it would be hot if we got Paul to fuck me during the fair while guys were throwing water balloons at me, but we would have to be sneaky so no one found out! She asked me if that sounded like fun.
My eyes opened wide. I tensed up, straining against the bounds, as my orgasm exploded over me. My whole body convulsed. It was a good one and lasted a long time.
I finally relaxed and watched Krista close her eyes and bring herself to her climax. She looked different than guys do when they come. Paul always looks goofy when he has an orgasm, but Krista looked radiant and smiled as her body shook.
Paul was still fucking me while she stood there, panting and watching me. She grinned and whipped off her hands.
Krista asked me if I thought we could get Paul to go along and screw me during the fair? I whispered back that I didn't think that would be a problem. The hound dog was always up for sex. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I should have objected, but I didn't.
I felt Paul come in me. Krista and I kept pretending to talk while he pulled up my underwear and shorts and came back around. I grinned at him. Krista and I pretended that she didn't notice that he screwed me right in front of her.
Later that night, he asked me about it, and I just told him that he kind of made it hard for me to keep up my end of the conversation, but when she gets going, Krista can talk enough for both of us. As long as someone was listening, she would just keep talking. He believed me when I told him Krista didn't notice a thing!
Then, Paul suggested it would be fun to do it during the fair! That's the same thing that Krista wanted me to do! I pretended I was reluctant, but secretly, the idea of people watching me without knowing I was having sex was a huge turn-on. Krista was right. I did like to be watched.
The only problem was that Paul had to work that morning and couldn't go over with us. But he was going to get off work early.
He was worried that if Krista saw him, he would make him help work the front of the booth and not get a chance to fool around with me. He thought that maybe he should go right to the back of the booth first so we could have our fun, and then he would help out collecting tickets.
I almost told him he didn't have to worry about that, but I didn't want to tell him that Krista and I were already planning to cover for us. But I thought it would be more fun to let him think it was his idea.
Fair Day
The morning of the fair, Krista picked me up early. I wore my skimpy yellow bikini. It doesn't cover much, and Krista agreed that the guys would love it and donate a lot of money to charity. I wore my street clothes over it until we got to the booth.
I told Krista about Paul's plan to fool around before helping out at the booth, and Krista loved it. She said that it sounded like fun, and I was going to get a shock when he started touching me.
When we got to the fairgrounds, we had to sit through a short training talk, mostly about how to handle the tickets. We would just collect tickets because they don't trust us with actual money.
After the talk, it was time to get ready. Krista whistled as I stripped off the baggy clothes over my bikini. I gave her a dirty look, and then I had a wicked idea and asked Krista if I should surprise Paul when he came over and go bottomless? Krista loved the idea. I stripped off my bikini bottoms and climbed into the hole in the plywood backboard where I would be stuck for the next 4 hours.
Krista locked me down tight. She pulled my arms back behind me and locked my wrists into place, then even spread my ankles apart and locked them, too! I was even more tightly bound than I was yesterday. I realized the view she must have had of my stretched open privates! I felt very vulnerable, especially in such a public place. I was having second thoughts about doing this. When she finished, Krista smacked my ass, making me jump. Her fingers drifted lower and gave me a quick feel between my legs. I yelped, and she laughed.
Krista said she would ensure I was ready for "anything." I felt her pour something slippery on my ass, then slide a finger in my rear! I had never had anything back there before. It didn't hurt. Her finger just slid right in, but it felt really weird. She worked another finger in with the first until I begged her to stop.
Mark, Krista's boyfriend, came by. Krista said that he would help out until Paul got here. It was weird being tied up and almost naked in front of Krista's boyfriend, with my ass all goopy with the stuff Krista put there. It didn't help that they kissed for several minutes right in front of me like I wasn't even there.
I felt totally exposed and hoped that Paul would get there soon. All I could think about was sex and how good it would feel for Paul to fuck me. It was driving me insane!
Krista showed Mark the booth we built. I heard them walk around the back. I was unsure but thought I heard the curtain open and a breeze on my hind side. Was Krista showing her boyfriend my naked ass? How much could he see? I knew that I was pretty exposed back there. But the way I was bound, I just couldn't tell. Surly Krista wouldn't let her boyfriend see my spread-open pussy! But then, I realized that Krista probably would.
Finally, it was time to open up. People walked by and ogled me. My skimpy bikini barely covered my breasts, and I could feel them swinging gently as I fidgeted in my constraints. The way I was bent over, guys could look right down between them. I felt like I was complexly exposed, and If only they knew that my ass and pussy were naked and waving in the breeze just on the other side of a curtain!
Finally, a young guy, kind of cute, put down his dollar and got three water balloons. He was maybe 20 feet away and hit me right in the face with the first balloon! It burst open, and I was shocked at how cold the water was! He threw two more hits and soaked my face and chest with cold water. At least it was a warm day!
The booth was popular. Guys, young and old, bought the balloons and threw them at me. Some balloons missed, but most hit me right on the face or chest. With my arms held behind me, there was nothing that I could do to dodge or catch them.
I went along with it and even taunted the good-looking guys.
