What She's Really Like

By s19000

Chapter 4

(F/F, exhib, d/s)

A week after her visit to the adult store, Jill went out to a restaurant to eat. She wore a
see-through blouse and a lightweight skirt, no panties or bra. The clothes were a big
change from the jeans and sweater she always used to wear. It excited her to think that
people would see her breasts through the blouse and that, if she wasn't careful, she might
flash her naked, shaved pussy.

When she reached the restaurant, she deliberately parked a long way from the door. As
she walked through the dimly-lit parking lot, she saw two young men coming toward her.
She felt her nipples erect as they brushed against the fabric of her blouse. As the men
approached, Jill could see them staring at her breasts. She felt a rush of excitement.

After she passed the men, she heard them laugh and talk about her. "She probably fucks,"
said one. "I'd hit it," said the other. "You think she likes it in the ass?"

It made her want to do herself right there in the parking lot, and she was still excited
when she entered the restaurant. She was glad, because she liked being sexually aroused
in public. She liked wanting to be fucked. The man who showed her to her table kept
glancing at her breasts. "He probably wants to fuck me, too," Jill thought. She wished he
would say it, and then they would go out the back door of the restaurant, where she
would lean up against the wall and stick out her ass. He would flip up her skirt and fuck
her, right next to the dumpster.

Instead, Jill sat by herself in the restaurant and ordered a Martini. She always used to
order a single glass of wine at the most, but now she found she wanted something
stronger, thinking it would lower her inhibitions and help her think of more nasty, slutty
things. Maybe she would even do one of those things.

She had taken several sips and was about to order when she saw the female clerk from
the adult store enter the restaurant. The woman was tall, blonde, and sexy, and Jill had
fantasized about her several times since she had bought the sex toys from her. The
woman wore conservative slacks and a blouse, but Jill thought she looked hot as she
crossed the room.

Jill took another sip of her Martini and stood up as the woman passed her table. "Excuse
me," she said, "We met a few days ago. I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Jill
Miller and I'm here by myself. Would you care to join me?"

The woman studied Jill for a long moment, and Jill almost squirmed. The idea of being
remembered for buying sex toys was both humiliating and exciting. Then the woman
said, "Thank you, I will. I'm Sheila Davis."

They sat down, and Jill said, "Do you remember me?"

"Sure," said Sheila. "But most people from the store don't want me to remember them."

"I'm glad you did," said Jill. A look of surprise crossed Sheila's face and then changed to
a smile. Jill realized that this woman already knew more than anyone else about the new
Jill.

Sheila ordered a glass of wine, and Jill ordered a second Martini. The idea of deliberately
making herself drunk while she was with this beautiful, sexy woman excited her. They
made small talk over their drinks. The conversation was direct and easy. Somehow it
made Jill feel both comfortable and aroused to be with someone who knew she used sex
toys.

They ordered dinner, and while they waited for their food, Sheila said. "That's a nice
blouse."

"Thank you," said Jill. "I like it a lot."

"It's very sheer."

"Yes."

"I can see right through it."

"I know." Jill knew her nipples were poking at the fabric of the blouse.

The server brought their food, and he fumbled about a little while he took quick glances
at Jill's breasts. After he left, Sheila said, "You like to be looked at?"

"Yes. It's a new experience for me, but I like it."

"You interest me," said Sheila. "A lot of people come into the store, but if I see them
again, they never acknowledge me. Yet you introduced yourself and asked me to sit
down."

"It's strange, I know," said Jill, "but lately I've been feeling different about myself. I
guess I really want to talk to someone about it. Because of where you work, I thought
maybe I could talk to you."

"I imagine I've heard just about everything," said Sheila. "Let's start with how you like
being looked at."

"It's not just that I like it," Jill said. She paused, and then, feeling the impact of her
drinks, she blurted, "I think people should look at me."

"When you exhibit yourself the way you're doing right now, it comes across as an
invitation for sex."

"Does it?" Jill blushed. "Good. I feel like that's what I'm for. Sex, I mean."

"Do you do more than just dress provocatively?" Sheila asked, gesturing at Jill's blouse
and breasts. "I mean, do you walk around outside naked?"

"So far, this is the most daring thing I've done. I'll probably do more soon. It
just feels right to be this way." Sheila's matter-of-fact manner made Jill want to keep
talking. She took a deep breath. "I've been doing things at home, though. You know, in
front of the mirror? I pretend people are watching me while I do them."

"Oh?" Sheila waited.

"Yes, and it's so exciting. I love it" Suddenly Jill was embarrassed. "Oh, I'm sorry. I've
probably offended you."

"Not at all," said Sheila, smiling. "Tell me more."

Jill was relieved. She felt that by telling these things she was taking another step toward
being what she was really like. "I do want to tell you more," she said. "Talking about
what I do really excites me."

"OK. What else to you do?"

"I… Oh god, I write things on my body."

"Like what?"

"I label myself. Things that describe what I want to be."

Sheila didn't say anything, and her silence made Jill keep talking. "I write things like
'Cunt' or 'Cocksucker' or 'I'm for fucking.' Things like that. Then I take pictures of
myself and put them on my computer and make myself cum while I look at them." She
hung her head, too embarrassed at what she just said to even look at Sheila. When the
silence dragged on and Jill thought she might cum without even touching herself, she
made herself look up.

Sheila was smiling at her. "Boy, you really do want to talk about it," said Sheila. "Why
are you telling me all this?"

Encouraged that her new friend wasn't going to walk out on her, Jill tried to explain. "I
only discovered what I'm really like a little while ago, and I guess I'm still finding out
what it all means. Maybe I thought you wouldn't judge me, or you'd understand, or
something."

"Because of where I work."

"Yes."

Once again, Sheila didn't say anything, and after a moment Jill continued, "I thought, you
know, because of your job you might be more tolerant than someone else. But I'm still
nervous, anyway."

"This is how you're nervous? Showing your tits in a restaurant and telling a stranger all
this private stuff?"

Jill made herself look directly at Sheila. "Dressing like this makes me excited." She
brushed her hand across her breasts. "Hearing you call these 'tits' makes me excited.
Having you look at me makes me excited."

"It excites you to have a woman look at you?"

"Oh, yes."

"Actually, I can't see your tits very well, because your blouse is a little loose. Pull it tight
for me, so I can see better."

Jill was so aroused, she felt light headed. For the first time, another woman was telling
her to do something sexual, and she was going to do it. She grasped the fabric of her
blouse below her breasts and pulled it tight.

"Nice tits," Sheila said. "Small, but nice. Do you play with them a lot?"

"All the time," said Jill. "Do you want me to play with them now?"

"No, and let go of your blouse. You'll get us thrown out of here."

Jill dropped her hands and sat back. She was breathing hard and thought she had never
been so excited in public before. She hoped Sheila would tell her to do something else.

But Sheila said, "OK, so you like to show off to women. What about men? Do you want
to show yourself to men, too?"

"Oh god, yes. It would be so exciting to have men watch me do nasty things."

"What if I told you there was a place where that could happen? Where men would jack
off while they watched you, but they couldn't actually touch you?"

"Is there really such a place? It would be hard for me, but I know I'd want to go there."

"There might be," said Sheila. "First, tell me the rest."

"Oh." Jill looked around the restaurant, but didn't say anything.

"You want to tell me, don't you?"

Jill swallowed. "I bought a butt plug at your store. It's in me right now."

"Really? Let me see you move around on it."

"But… Oh yes, you're right. That's what I should do." Jill moved her body from side to
side on her chair. "I can feel it moving inside me. It feels so good." She began to rock
forward and back, making the plug move even more. "Ah, I'm doing my ass here in the
restaurant, and you're watching me. Can you tell I like it?"

"You mean the plug?" said Sheila. "Or me watching you?"

"Both," said Jill, continuing to move. "It's the first time I've shown someone else what
I'm really like. It makes me so excited. I want to cum right now."

"Well, I'd like to watch you do that. Men would, too. How about you show them what
you're like next Friday night? I'll pick you up. Stop a minute and give me your address."

Jill made herself stop  rocking on the butt plug and told Sheila where she lived.

Sheila wrote down the address and then grinned. "OK. Now let's see you do what you
really want to do."

"Oh, yes, I'm going to do it," said Jill. She  rocked on the plug and rubbed herself
through her skirt. "This is nasty, isn't it? I want to be nasty."

Sheila nodded. "Yes. It is, and you are. I can see your arm moving. Other people
probably can, too."

Jill looked wildly around the restaurant, but she didn't stop. She gasped and closed her
eyes for a moment, and then she opened them and looked guiltily at Sheila. "That was the
first time anyone's ever seen me cum. And you know what? I'll make myself cum again
when I get home, just thinking about how you saw me do it."

"At first, I thought you might be pretending," said Sheila. "Just getting a thrill from
spending time with the adult store clerk, but you're actually nasty, aren't you?"

"Yes," said Jill, "but I'm still not as nasty as I want to be. I want to be dirty and low, as
low as I can be. Can I tell you something more?" She kept talking because she didn't
want to give Sheila a chance to say no. "I've had fantasies about you."

"Oh, yes?"

"I thought about you a lot this week while I made myself cum."

"What kind of fantasies?"

"Yes, yes, I want you to know. Here's one. I imagine we're in a dirty bathroom, and I'm
on my knees next to a filthy toilet, and my face is in your crotch and I eat your pussy
until you cum and then I just wait for you to tell me what else I should do, and you turn
around and tell me to eat your ass, and I do it. Oh, telling you this is so exciting, I have to
do myself. Look, I'm cumming again."

"You really are something special," said Sheila. "We'll have fun on Friday."

When Jill came back to herself a little, she asked, "Will it be safe?"

"Completely. You won't have to do anything you don't want to." Sheila grinned. "But it
looks like you'll want to do plenty, unless you're completely fooling me."

"I've been fooling myself all my life, but not any more. And I'm not fooling you. I'll
prove it." Jill's arm moved and her face contorted for a moment. "There. Look at my skirt
when we get up. There'll be a big wet spot on it, because I just pushed it way up inside
me."

They split the bill, and when they got up, Jill stepped away from the table. Her skirt was
bunched up at her crotch. She pulled it out of herself and looked down. The wet spot was
more obvious than she thought it would be, standing out clearly on her lightweight, light-
colored skirt. The fabric was wrinkled and creased in a pattern that seemed to Jill to point
directly at the place where the skirt had been furthest up inside her.

Sheila looked and said, "Wow, that's really obvious."

When they started toward the front of the restaurant, Jill held her purse in front of the wet
spot.

Sheila stopped. "I thought you wanted everyone to know how nasty you are. Shouldn't
you let them see?"

"You're right," Jill said. "That's what I should do." She felt a thrill in the pit of her
stomach as she dropped her hands to her side, exposing the wet spot to anyone who
happened to look.

"Let's go out through the bar," said Sheila.

They passed a man sitting on a barstool who looked Jill up and down. "Spill something?"
he said.

When they were outside, Jill said, "He saw it. God, I almost came again."

Sheila laughed. "You'll do yourself as soon as you get in your car, won't you?"

Jill nodded. "I do myself all the time."

"If you really want to excite the men," said Sheila, "don't wear any makeup on Friday.
With those small tits, you'll look like you're about fourteen."

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