I had been excited about going to the party for at least a week. It was a big one, the last before I graduated, and all my friends were going to be there. As usual, I "dressed" for the party, wearing things that I would never wear under normal cir- cumstances. I wore the black suede mini-skirt, so soft that it practi- cally *invites* people to touch it, with tempting zippers down the sides. The shirt was the red, silk almost-but-not-quite see through one, another garment that begged to be touched. Shiny black pumps added a nice sway to my walk, unusual since I almost never wear heels. A read sash tied around my neck (with the knot on the right, of course!) added the finishing touch. Well, I thought it was the finishing touch. He didn't. He pulled out the ankle cuffs - simple ones, very esthetic...a strip of black leather, with a slot in one end cut for the D-ring on the other, and small brass locks to hold them shut. The black leather matched my skirt and shoes, and were set off nicely by the white stockings. They looked very good, but I was very surprised. I had worn them before, but never in public, in front of everyone I knew! But the cuffs set the tone for the evening, making sure my mind was firmly set on sex. Should my mind waver to other things, the unusual feel of the heels, the exposedness of the (short!) miniskirt, and the tap of the locks against my ankles would quickly remind me to keep alert! The party went very well. Good friends, good music, good drink, what more could I ask? But in addition to that, I got *stares*! The cuffs attracted many of those...it was embarrass- ing, but that was minor compared to the excitement the stares generated. I felt so exposed, so sexual, so vulnerable. Before this, most of my friends didn't even realize "about" us...and here I was wearing cuffs in public. Now everyone *knew*, and that thought was almost unbearably exciting. Of course, my outfit caused stares even once people got used to the cuffs. I was turning heads, and I loved it! The zippers on the skirt started the party all the way down (closed), but as the evening wore on, he kept instructing me to open them up more and more.

I was flirting quite heavily with a number of people, and the reactions I was getting were great. As my sense of vulnerability and exposure increased, so did my arousal. By midway through the party, I could hardly concen- trate on dancing, and my underwear was rather wet. (I had the nervous feeling that *everyone* could tell this, as I was wearing bright red underwear, and the skirt hid little.) It didn't help much that the clothes actually *did* invite touches, many of them, from many different people. I was going crazy! He could tell how frustrated I was, but he wasn't ready to leave yet. Instead he whispered in my ear how sexy I was, ex- plaining the things he wanted to do to me, and gave me private touches that I was sure everyone saw. I was careful to keep my alcohol consumption low enough so that I wouldn't be functionally useless for the rest of the night, but I did have enough to get me tipsy. The drink lowered my inhibitions further, making me flaunt and flirt even more than I already was. By the time he was ready to leave, I was so horny it ached. And he knew it! He continued teasing me as we walked back to the car. It was a beautiful night (morning, actually, as it was about three when we left.) The recent rain left a refreshing smell and cool breeze behind. The breeze made my nipples stand out even more than they had been all evening, which he noticed; and responded to by grabbing them. I groaned, as he teased and squeezed my extremely sensitive nipples. By this time we were about back to the car. Rather than opening the door for me, though, as he usually does, he led me by my nipples to the back of the car, and told me to lean against it. Nervous and excited, I complied (of course.) He faced me, and reached under my shirt and bra, and continued teasing my nipples, while licking and biting my neck. I moaned loudly, and felt myself melt beneath his touch. The parking lot we were in was basically deserted, being so late at night. However, we were in plain view of the windows in the dorm, some of which were lighted. Also, the occasional party-goer passed, returning to his or her car.

My exhibitionist streak was in high gear, as my arousal mounted breath-takingly. He instructed me to remove my shirt and bra, which I did, leaving me exposed to the chill and to whoever might care to glance out their window. He started sucking and nibbling my nipples, and his hands left my breast, and wandered beneath my skirt, pushing the wet panties out of the way, and gently explor- ing the wetness underneath. Suddenly he removed his hands, and slid the zipper on one side of my skirt all the way up, removing the skirt entirely. I gasped, and looked around, panicked, seeing if anyone could see me. Before I could finish my scan, though, he commanded my attention by simultaneously squeezing my nipple *hard*, and slipping a finger inside me. I forgot to worry about who would see me and simply gave in to the pleasure. By the time he reached down and, with one graceful motion (and with some help from my feet) removed my panties, I was on the verge of orgasm, and certainly in no posi- tion to worry about something like embarrassment. I was standing in a parking lot in the middle of campus stark naked except for shoes, the sash around my neck, and of course, the cuffs, and all I could think about was getting him inside me! He obliged. He told me to bend my knees a bit, and lean back against the car, with my legs spread. He opened his own zipper, and thrust hard inside me. I gasped and started coming almost immediately. I generally orgasm, uh, loudly, and this was no exception. I could hear my own cries echoing across the parking lot, and I knew that everyone in the whole area could hear me. This went on forever. Actually only for about ten minutes, but it felt like forever. At one point, someone walked by on the street. I have no idea if he looked over, or heard me...while he was there we stopped thrusting, and I stifled my noise, but continued to come. Even harder, in fact! When it was over, we both collapsed against the car for a few minutes, recovering. It didn't take me long, though, to come to my senses and realize what we had done, and the fact that I was still stark naked in the middle of the parking lot. I quick- ly put my clothes on, and hurriedly got in the car. But the warm glow stayed with me the whole way home, and to this day I smile whenever I pass that spot... --