Jeny Smith – MyMokondo straps in public
Sitting in the bustling cafe, Jeny Smith couldn’t contain her excitement. Her heart raced as she fiddled with the straps hidden beneath her oversized sweater. She had always been a daring girl and this was her most daring adventure yet – public bondage. Not typical rope bondage between consenting adults in a dimly-lit dungeon, but something far more thrilling – a challenge to wear strappy gear that left little to the imagination all while blending into the everyday world outside.
Jeny had meticulously picked out her outfit in advance. The accommodating sweater to conceal the straps, while a short skirt that rode high on her thighs exposed her voluptuous buttocks to the world. Her chosen bondage gear was intricate yet revealing – straps that crisscrossed her ample bosom and curvy waistline, then delved sultrily between her shapely cheeks. She felt vulnerable, sexy as hell and completely alive.
Sipping her iced coffee through a thick straw while glancing at passersby, Jeny slowly, discreetly adjusted the straps to give a peek at the lacing. Her pulse quickened as she caught the gaze of a clean-cut businessman. Did he spot her secret? His eyes widened a fraction before darting away. Within her sweater, her nipples stiffened as an erotic charge passed through her.
Deciding it was time to be a bit bold, Jeny gathered her satchel and headed outside. The early autumn air was crisp and invigorating. She breathed deeply, relishing how every inhale seemed to make the straps pull more tautly against her skin. Each step caused the delicate fabric to glide over her nether lips, hints of her arousal already beginning to dampen the insides of her thighs.
Swaying her hips, Jeny strolled down the busy sidewalk, feeling electrifyingly exposed yet magically hidden in plain sight, the embodiment of the dangerously alluring. Strangers rushed by, not daring to linger a second look. But she knew. In a way, each telephone pole and storefront she passed served as a potential spectator to her naughty adventure.
A sudden gust of wind snuck up her flimsy skirt, though she pretended not to notice, to appear collected and normal. But doubtless, the errant breeze lifted the hem just enough for someone to catch a clandestine glimpse of her bare ass, the straps roping up into her crack in the most tantalizing of ways. Her pussy was screaming for attention, completely uncovered as the straps ran inside her tiny thong. She felt an orgasm already building.
Wandering into a generating multi-storied office, Jeny rode the elevator up to the roof, an area only accessed by employees. Why such access was granted to her she didn’t know, but which room the straps next took her to was of her own design. A fire escape wrapped around the building, something from a movie where moments of passion could not wait. Jeny decided to take the highest risk fulfill her burning need.
Up those metal steps, towering high above the city with her slender legs. Then the stairs ended and there was nowhere else to go but back, or to the ledge of the building overlooking a major cross street. Jeny grasped the roof’s heavy concrete railing and slowly shimmied her perp to where her exposed ass now leaned forward into a fire escape light. She knew any minute someone could be looking up into the bright light and see the full moons of her bubble butt sticking out and slightly parting, her damp sex glittering. But this thrill was too powerful. She swayed a bit, enjoying what her perverse showing was for the city.
Minutes passed, spent lost in flashbacks of her sexual adventures while awaiting her next rush of adrenaline. What would it take? She decided theKa man and shot up off her heels and popped ass to the disbelief of a pedestrian on the street. Her eyes locked back up to watch her bubbly butt bounce in their view, hoydenish and shameless, in utter disregard for shame and propriety as they stared blatantly at her bare body no more than 50 feet up.
Then she did it. Jeny stood up, ignoring how much her wet pussy lips brushed against the rungs of the fire escape as she climbed and leaned as far over the ledge as prudent. Hiking her skirt up with her right hand, she lifted the entire garment clean above her slapped ass cheeks, the crack of her ass now under the lighting and her holes glistening. She slowly rolled her ass back and forth, tracing the circle of her ass up and down with the ball of her ass against the foot of the ledge. The night breeze penetrated every fold of her ass and pussy, a thousand erotic sensations, and the silent cheers from the tongues tied below. Even though they were silent, she knew as she looked down to see five people looking up, eyes wide with disbelief, then a lustful grin crept across their faces.
She pretended to look around, to feel as though no one was there and continued to glow in the night. Occasionally popping her rear out for someone across the street, or climbing out a bit more – for no one it seemed but herself, though she could feel the eyes boring into every one of her naked or nearly bare parts.
But it was time to head back down the stairs. She pulled her outfit back into place, the straps earning their keep once again. As she returned to ground level, her sex was on fire, and she knew such a passionate display would require some relief. Luckily, she knew every strip joint and peepshow within miles. She smiled as she hit the streets on the hunt, her sentience tingling as she now knew she was the only woman who could ever make this town seethe with mischievous naughtiness.
