Rear View Mirror…I and II

Being more intimate stories by other ladies who enjoyed orgasms in different times and unsuspected places.

Rear View Mirror, Part I by phyllisroger

I used to walk home from my after-school job…a couple miles or more…and in those days…of having my first job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my breasts were ample and boys made me pay attention to myself with their looks and stares before I knew all about ’things.’ But by this time, I was a little older and liked to show myself off to boys and my teachers…it made me feel important besides just being a good girl with good grades.

It was still a very private thing: show and show off but…well, it was then I began to go to school without panties and it made me feel brave though it was from some of the other girls that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the boys know when they admired me, there was only the fabric of my school dress separating their looks from something truly special that would have opened their eyes wide and make them lick their lips. Just walking around that way aroused me young body.

But after work, in my sexy pantyless state, I would walk home and think of school and my job and, in particular, the older boy who also worked there. He had a small car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking home and asked to give me a ride…I said “Sure!” and popped in the front seat…But I almost sat on his dog and jumped out the door…he said: “Get in back,” and moved the seat for me as I jumped back in and sat in the little jump seat with my legs partly up and my dress draped high around them. I was scared he might have “had a look” but he didn’t say anything and off we drove.

In a minute his dog jumped back on me and I pushed it away. “That’s okay…he likes people and won’t bite. Just pet him behind the ears,” he said and I did. Doggie licked my cheek as I rubbed his ears and he scramble his legs around, pushing my dress down and exposing my legs. I pushed it back up but the doggie was enjoying his ears being rubbed, was very excited and his paws fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my crotch!

I looked in my friend’s rear view mirror and he was watching me play with his dog. I saw his eyes staring at me and I smiled back as the dog was getting really friendly with me but I pushed him down on the seat. There was little room in the seat and he was finally sitting between my legs and panting…his doggie tongue going back and forth, slobbering on my dress so I pushed him down and away. Wrong thing to do!

I pushed him down between my legs and he licked my leg on one side and then the other and I was still rubbing his ears as I was told. I looked in the rear view mirror. My friend’s eyes were glued to the scene in his back seat and I realized why. My dress was pushed to my waist and he could see my nakedness underneath. I thought he would look away and give me privacy but he didn’t. He said: “Go ahead!” I didn’t know what he meant but the doggie was still licking up my legs and it felt good. I wanted more doggie licks and he was full of licks: the side of this leg, then that, and my friend staring. It was suddenly very quiet in the little car or was it that my ears were ringing? I felt hot there in the back seat with doggie, a licking tongue and those eyes in the rear view mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a slant and I could see myself now and my privates and then the doggie at work and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my head back to catch my breath. Wrong thing to do again! Because then the doggie licked right on my pussy. This one big lap of his tongue was startling and then another lick…my body jolted. “Let him lick you…no one will know,” my friend said as he kept looking at my nakedness.

The car seemed to be moving very slowly and I petted the dog’s ears some more and reached down to spread my cunt lips for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted more licking and he was doing just that. When I watched my friend’s eyes and his smile it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the doggie but also with him at the same time and I opened my legs wider to show him everything I had. I was slender, with ample breasts and my cunt was getting ginger hairs and I felt proud and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all spontaneous and dirty and my ears were full.

Then I felt a shudder at my waist and my legs got shaky as the dog licked me all over and between my lips and on my button, which made me shake. Doggie churned me and licked and licked. My head was laid back, my eyes were closed and I peeked to see my friend gripping the wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the scene. I was short of breath and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting frantic with my taste. I hoped we’d never get home! “Ohhh! Ohh! Mmmm” I was murmuring as the heat at my waist traveled along my body, my nipples hard. Then the doggie slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the little seat and pushed him away. I couldn’t take any more. That dog had made me cum hard on that naughty tongue and all in plain view. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was home. I straightened my dress.

“Ride home tomorrow?” my friend asked as I got out of the car. I was still in a heated, dream-like state. I didn’t answer him but I think he knew. I couldn’t wait to get off work the next day and “get off” again.

Rear View Mirror, Part II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his head and ears, very soft cuddly ears, and he licked my hand; “dog slobber” on my hand, “Yuk!” but when I walked into my house my crotch was still wet and dripping with his other “slobber” which made me shiver and trot past Mum to my room and get the nearest tissues to clean up. I sat on the bed, cleaning and touching and laid back; my legs bare and cool and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly. “Honey, come down and help with me with the potatoes!” It was Mum and she broke the spell, putting on my panties so I wouldn’t drip, cleaning again and down to help with dinner. “Your face is red,” Mum said, “did you run home from work? You seem out of breath.” I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the next day’s ride, and you know the ride I mean.

But then there was school, which went very slow, and off to work but the boy wasn’t there so work was a real pain and it wasn’t until several days later that he was back at work. “I had to get my car repaired,” he said, smiling at me. “I’ll see you after work.” My heart skipped a beat and the clock moved slow. It was pay day and I got my package: “Mum won’t be back for a couple more hours,” I said as I got in the car. “Sit in back,” he said, Let’s go down to the beach then and I’ll still get you home on time.” And off we went, me in the back seat again, he was already checking me out in his rear view mirror and if some girls take awhile to get in the mood for fun it wasn’t this girl or this dog, he was already nosing around. It was a warm day, windows down, the air blowing my hair, the smell of the ocean and my head was resting, my ears pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren’t at the beach yet and, “My friend needed a ride, too, and here he is.” In the mood and now out of the mood just as quick as that his friend got in the front and we all said “Hi” and off we went. Now I pushed the dog away from me and held his collar making him sit beside and away from me; he was just as confused as was I at these developments. Talk about “three’s a crowd” well we had a crowd and a dog and a serious turn off but I didn’t say anything and we were at the beach, parked on a low cliff but where I could hear the waves and the mewlling gulls with their piercing cries.

“I brought some snacks and things,” my work friend said, “let’s just relax here. It’s very pretty. You’re very pretty. Come on, just relax, my friend knows all about things.” I couldn’t believe my ears at that remark but what was I to do. I was in the back seat of a two door car. I had nowhere to go and had all kinds of expectations but now, none at all.

We all shared some treats and a drink and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my grip. “He’s anxious,” he said, “just let him loose and see what he does. We all want to watch him.” So there I was, my body ready, my mind not so much and he was licking my calf and my knee and above my knee and two boys in the front seat, one looking through the mirror and the other adjusting in his seat looking right at me. He smiled and I grimaced. I wasn’t ready for a second boy even if HE was ready for a show but the dog was sure ready and randy and this time he was humping my leg, licking my face, then trying to nose me and I was being watched by four eyes in the front seat and I was breathing hard now, cheeks red, ears ringing, gulls crying and my body crying for that dog no matter where I was and suddenly I didn’t care who was watching.

It was a hot scene. Then it wasn’t just the dog cock that was out but two more stiff cocks were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the back seat and kissed me, putting my hand on him. His cock was slippery; I was slippery and he pulled up my dress, I was past it now and didn’t care, I surprised myself and was stroking cock, opening my cunt for the dog with my other hand, and dog was at me with his stupid, wonderful, wet, long tongue all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head and body, my legs were tingly and alive, like the boy’s stiff cock, “Don’t stop,” he said, “Ohh, just like that, don’t, don’t stop,” and he lifted his butt and shot his cum in the air landing on the dog’s back but I kept at him until he was limp. Then he just held my hand and slumped in the seat, so it was my turn now to talk to my dog and his tongue was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my eyes and there was our driver wanking himself and spending on the steering wheel, the dog was licking my nectar and humping his dick toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for more tongue and there were hands on my legs, then a hand on the dog’s cock guiding it to me, hitting at my cunt lips, wetting me more but he was one frantic canine at this point poking at a very frantic girl’s body. I said “No!” and then “No!” again but things were out of control.

The dog was hurting my bottom when he missed and missed again, that sharp pointy thing missing the mark, stabbing away. “Scoot down more; lift up a little; don’t tease an animal.” “No! Don’t,” I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My ears were full and I scooted down; this time he didn’t miss and I felt this smooth cock stab again but stab sliding inside and I had set the dog on fire, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fire, my cunt hot and ready, lifting and writhing on this stabbing thing; we were joined and “No, don’t” had become “No, don’t stop.“ The rear view mirror showed my startled eyes like they were in a trance, I knew my whole body was tense, waiting for another thrust and another and I was hearing words like the boy‘s: “Don’t stop. Please don’t, don’t stop. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh.” Words wouldn’t come; licking my lips, trying to breath, tasting the salt air, the boy petting my thighs, holding the dog at me, bringing me off again, bringing all four of us off.

As we were driving back there was no conversation and I tried to straighten and smooth my dress, hoping Mum hadn’t come home early. I needed a bath; I was still in a sweat, needed to clean up and cool down. She wouldn’t believe I had run home a second time that week and I didn’t want to explain, obviously. “It was just a one time thing.” I said. “I’m not that kind of girl.” And thinking, wondering, about the next ride home. “Bye!” and the two of them drove off, me finally at home, still breathless, wet and astonished. They didn’t believe me. Why would they? I didn’t believe myself. I had my pay packet and had a new shorter dress in mind and it would be easier to lift up for things.



Not just my toes got attention!

I loved to get ready for Saturday night and as a young girl showing off my “wares” at the local dance which meant for me a lot of primping with my hair, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to match and I spent most of the day getting ready for the night: laying out my clothes, what I would wear (and not wear! I was a sexy thing and didn’t wear a complete outfit if you get my hint). My routine: a thorough bath and after that, my body all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and sisters were out for their own Saturday routines and I was alone in the house to pamper and primp myself. I had a date that night for the dance; a cute guy who liked to dance and feel me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the dance, lots of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Saturday night got me going in ways even during the day.

Our house was quiet with everyone else gone and after my bath I was toweled and squatting on a low stool painting my fingers and now my toes. Everything had to match: fingers, toes, hair ribbon setting off my dress. My feet in a pan of warm water, knees up and sitting on the stool, my little doggie nearby, tongue out as usual, walking to my pan of water, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his head and began to trim my toenails, doggie licking my fingers and sniffing my toes when I took a foot from the warm water, I patted his head and stroked his soft ears.

So picture this: a pretty girl, like me, only covered with a towel (covered? Not totally covered, I mean it was just a towel.) but I was alone in our kitchen, knees up, towel slipping to my waist, my privates, radiant from the bath, and there for the world to see but I was alone and private, pretty much alone, legs apart to better reach my feet, my toes closed together, the lips of my slit closed but my crotch open so I could get at my feet, doggie ready for head-patting, hand licking, me thinking of my date at the dance that night, totally clean from my bath, but thinking of what date and I would be doing and feeling in dark corners of the dance hall and afterward when he would play with me and I would “dance” my body on his hand, how his fingers would surely get me hot and make me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and kiss my mouth and tell me how pretty I am and how he loved my naked cunt; that he was glad I wasn’t “fully” dressed for our fun.

And doggie sensing something in me, scenting something, as I was dreaming of the dance and all and gave no thought to his soft doggie head, his licking doggie tongue on my hand and then my toes but then he went between my knees and his cold nose brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away: “Naughty boy. Your nose is cold!” and he looked up at me curious, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

Then I was back to my feet and the cold nose again that shocked me but doggie had my scent and wanted more, his nose slipping all along my kooz from bottom up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold nose on my fanny sent a thrill like it was my date was at me, but now it was during the day, an early excitement before the dance that night and I pushed his nose away.

There wasn’t anything wrong about an innocent dog or me and my pedicure but that cold nose was unexpected and shocking and brought thoughts of Saturday night to the here and now and I wasn’t ready yet I thought. It was this strange thing in my mind and I was alone, it was quiet, my Mum and sisters wouldn’t be back anytime soon; doggie looked hurt when I pushed him off, his eyes looked sad and would I let him “nose me” again?

I wasn’t easy. I was a good girl but his cold nose was exciting my privates and it was our very private thing; who would know; the kitchen was quiet except my ears were ringing; then doggie’s wet cold nose was back on my slit spreading my lips apart with another shocking slide. My legs opened more as legs will and that cold nose from bottom to top, sliding up my wet slit, hitting my button, sending a jolt and I put my hand on his head, this time petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that tongue, up the walls of my slit again, “Good doggie,” this time, getting me wet, his tongue had my taste and he was at it.

It was too late for me to stop; I wanted this now; I was past thinking, it was too naughty, too good and exciting and forbidden all together, tongue and fanny now in control. I was dancing in my mind feeling good things. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knees and down my legs, spreading my lips for my excited doggie and his anxious tongue, making me spend, licking up my spend and I was petting his ears, lifting his mouth on me. His tongue was dipping inside my slit for more and I was hot at my center; my body was throbbing now as his cold nose and hot tongue were bringing me off like no date had ever done at any dance or in any dark corner, my toes curling up, and here in the middle of my quiet kitchen I could hear my date whispering as I came and came, this time not on his fingers, as he was holding my face.