Up I drew my knees, deliberately keeping them together for the time being and allowing him time to fully ogle and leer at the backs and sides pf my legs and thighs now exposed to him. I lingered there, holding my legs together whilst he looked and then, when my knees were fully pulled up and back, I eased them apart just a couple of inches, offering but not quite, teasingly dangling the carrot that he was so hungry and eager to take advantage of. I was flaunting, showing but not showing, hinting at what might be to come, being a bitch and revelling in being so.

“Please,” he whimpered in a pathetically pleading voice, his expression hopeful and his eyes imploring.

That gave me a charge so great that I gasped and closed my eyes for a few seconds to savour the heady feelings. When I open my eyes he had moved, was still opposite me but lying face-down on the ground, his head toward me and his face level with my pussy, but still two-feet back from me. He lay just as one would when lying on the floor to watch television, like a little boy setting down to watch his favourite programme, filled with excitement at what was to come.

Gradually, very gradually, I began parting my knees wider still. My skirt had slid down to ruck around my waist and my tiny panties covered only really my pussy, leaving all else exposed to him as bare flesh. The whole of my legs, thighs and buttocks were on show to him and the delight he felt showed so clearly on his face.
The man was beside himself with excitement, his face flushed and his brow coated in a fine film of perspiration. His eyes bored into my sex and his backside moved in little jerking movements as he rubbed his cock down on the grass beneath him.

The electric sensations that jarred my sex were incredible, so strong and intense that I felt my pussy leak juices, I wondered then if a damp patch had appeared on the gusset but didn’t care, the pumping thrill of showing myself to him was so wonderful that nothing else mattered to me. Surge after surge of pumping sensations gripped within me, there I was, rested back with my knees and thighs opened wide and allowing this man, this older and excited man to look at my thinly veiled pussy.

Wider and wider I parted my thighs until finally they were so wide it was as though I was in a position ready to give birth. The whole of my gusset was on show to him, even the thin string of my panties pulling into the cleft of my backside and, I was enjoying every beautiful moment of it. Brazenly I lay there, my thighs stretched wide in a normally indecent pose of blatant sexual offering, and it felt wonderful.

“Oh please,” he whimpered, again in that pathetic little-boy voice.

By this point I was beyond stopping, my throat was tight and my heart beating fast and yet, amongst all that was a controlled calmness about me, one that added to my sense of thrill.

“Please what?” I asked, knowing full well as he did but making him have to say it.

“Show,” he whined. “Show me more.”

That thudding jolt hit again deep inside my pussy to tear at my aching insides and to push my state of arousal to a higher and tingling pitch still.

“My breasts you mean?” I almost sang in a mocking tone.

He swallowed hard, his voice as dry and excited as mine, if not more so. “That would be nice but I meant…”
“Yes?” I teased. “You meant?”

He hesitated, looking between my legs with a pleading and longing gaze. “Your pussy. Show me your pussy.”
I can tell you now that any woman that has a man drooling and begging for her to show her sex experiences a high beyond all belief. It isn’t simply the act of showing it but of having the power to manipulate and to control men that lust for you and your sex. It is a compliment, the highest possible, I feel, to be desired and wanted so desperately.

I shifted my upper bodyweight onto my left elbow and moved my right hand dow to rest on my stomach, pausing there teasingly, hinting that I might do as he wished but at the same time keeping him in doubt. I thought he might have a seizure or heart attack as I began edging my fingers downward, over my crumbled skirt and between my thighs, resting the tip of my middle finger on the firm mound of my pussy. I pressed in, pushing the thin material of my panty gusset into the slit of my pussy to define the shape of it and the lips beneath the light fabric covering.

My move was obviously appreciated by him, his eyes lit up and he drew breath, his backside pumped in a steady and excited rhythm to grind his stiff cock down onto the grass........

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