The wind and the skirt - mild d/s, exhibitionism | 2016

It is so windy out. We walk past people lined up to get into clubs. Their clothing flashy, their dresses revealing.

She walks next to me, slowly, the ridiculous heels, stripper heals, forcing her to a slower pace.

She grips my arm when the wind gusts. Perhaps she is afraid that she will fall. Perhaps its with the embarrassment and arousal that comes with the wind.

Her dress is short. Not obscenely, but close. In fact, in this part of town, with its clubs, we have seen a few women in shorter skirts. But her skirt is white and loose. Not tight. It is a pretty light white material that feels so nice to touch and with every gust of the wind flutters.

The wind gusts again and I feel her hands grip my arm again. I wonder how high the back of her skirt lifted this time. Did it lift enough to be naughty? Did it lift high enough up to reveal her cute little ass cheeks. Did it lift so high as to show that she wore nothing under it? Will they be able to see the little tattoo of the heart on her left ass cheek? I don't know and I don't think she does either. With each gust she just feels it lift. With each gust she knows that someone behind her might see a little or a lot.

The wind gusts and behind us we here a cat call. It isn't the first and it won't be the last. We have been walking the city, the safer parts, for an hour now.

"So," she says, her voice is strained trying not to reveal her excitement, her shame. "What do we do now?"

I look around and see a shadowed section of the building we pass. A recessed entry way into a closed office. I push her inside, push her back to the wall and lean my weight into her and give her a long deep kiss.

My hand snakes down under her dress and she gasps as my wind-chilled hands touch her inner thighs. For a moment she presses them closed but then they loosen until my fingers find soft wet warmth.

"Well," I say, my voice teasing. "We could go to a club and dance and I could lift your dress so that everyone could see." My finger slides deeper.

"Or perhaps we should ride the subway home and I will make you sit across from some young guy and spread your legs," I say and she moans.

"But," I say and slide my finger free and bring it to her lips, "I think your almost ready to get your reward."

She shudders slightly and nods and I pull her free and we turn, I pull her to start back the way we came.

"Wait," she says, "its faster this way."

I nod and pull again, back the way we came, "but this way we will have to walk back past all those people that just saw your bear ass and I know exactly how hot that is going to get a slut like you."