The joys of 'going commando'......

“I’m not wearing any underwear.”

I looked up, trying not to choke on the sip of latte that had just passed my lips. A coughing fit soon followed and I tried to regain my composure as all the eyes in the café started to turn my way. Blinking away stray tears, I finally found my voice.

“What did you say?”

“I’m not wearing any underwear. I seem to have forgotten to put them on this morning. And, I just thought I would mention it.”

His eyes were shining; the corners of his mouth turned up in barely contained glee. His cup hit the saucer with a loud clank, and I watched as he shifted in his metal chair, clearly enjoying his freewheeling status.

“You forgot? How do you forget your underwear?”

“I don’t know. I guess it just slipped my mind. I was in a hurry to meet you and I just slid on my jeans without thinking.”

“And, you thought I should know?”

“Absolutely. Isn’t that what you did to me a couple months back?”

“That was different.”

“How?”

“It was sexy when I did it.”

He dropped his sports section, clearly feigning anger. His eyes were doing a lousy job of hiding his internal laughter, but his voice remained hard.



“So, what? It’s not sexy when I don’t wear underwear, but it is when you do it?”

I shook my head, trying to understand the bizarre situation I found myself in.

“Well, I’m just saying that traditionally, it is the woman who doesn’t wear panties when she wants to shake up her relationship.”

This time he laughed out loud. Now the curious eyes of the café were on him, watching him cackle and struggle to regain his breath. I looked around, feeling self-conscious as he finally got quiet again.

“Traditionally? You’re telling me there is a traditional way to shake things up? That might be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. God, Bonnie. Since when are you worried about tradition, especially when it comes to sex?”

He had me there. Lord knows when we bought the leather restraints two months ago tradition wasn’t the first thing on my mind. However, this was different. Wasn’t it?

“Look, Colin, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m just not that turned on by the thought of you naked under your khakis. Sorry.”

He sat back in his chair, and I waited for the comeback line that would put me in my place. It didn’t come. He just picked up his sports page and his cup of black coffee and pretended I didn’t exist. I couldn’t truly believe that I had actually offended him, but he seemed really mad. After an eternity of tense minutes, our cups were empty. He stood without a word and took them to the bin by the trashcan, making a special effort not to look at me as he went. When he returned, I decided to deal with the problem directly.

“Come on, Colin. Don’t be like this. It’s not really a big deal, is it?”

“Just forget I said anything. Come on, we should go.”

He stood quickly, turning towards the door before I could say anything else. I shook my head at his stubborn silliness, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but stare at his ass as he walked. My mind was envisioning the naked flesh just below the thin material of his cargo pants before my rational mind could stop it. Despite my earlier declaration to the contrary, my body seemed to be reacting without my consent. There was no way I was going to tell Colin.

We carried on with our day, both pretending that everything was just fine. Colin joked and behaved like his normal self, but I could tell he was still bothered by my dismissal of his attempts to be clever and cute. While he tried to make peace, I was trying to control the growing fire in my panties as I watched his every move.

At the museum, while Colin looked at the walls lined with paintings, sculpture and photographs, I clocked the easy motion of his gait, my eyes focused between his legs and the naked cock that I now knew was under there. If he was uncomfortable at all, he didn’t show it. As he climbed the stairs right in front of me, my eyes were back on his ass, watching the curve of his muscles play underneath his ratty old pants. My temperature was rising with each passing step and it had nothing to do with my lack of physical fitness. He turned and looked at me once he reached the top of the stairs, catching me in the act of gawking at his backside.

I cursed myself for being so mean to Colin. Here I was, growing wetter and hornier by the minute, and I had told him how stupid I thought he was for trying something new. He had put up with me, and all my myriad sexual requests. He lived through the poison ivy he got when we fucked in the woods without a blanket and the chocolate and whipped cream stains that never came out of his brand new sheets. All he did was try and make me smile while trying to make me hot, and I dismissed him.


We left the museum and I tried to think of a way to back pedal on my previous slam of his free-balling ways, without losing too much face. So far, I had nothing.

As we sat in the darkness of the movie theatre, I couldn’t focus on the film. Every time he crossed his legs or moved in his seat, I found myself thinking about his naked dick brushing against the front of his pants, the contact his skin was making on the soft, just-washed material. It got so bad that I was blatantly staring at his crotch when a giant explosion made the entire crowd jump out of their chairs. I stayed stock still, too distracted to respond properly to an entire fictional town being demolished.

“Bonnie, what the hell are you doing? You’re missing the best part.”

His whispers startled me out of me trance, and I looked at his eyes in the dark. He turned back to the screen, just in time for more carnage to wow the audience. Instead of rejoining the story already in progress, I reached my hand out and put it right on his cock. Colin snapped his head over to look at me, his expression both confused and angry.

“What are you doing? Just watch the movie.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Well, I do.”

I didn’t move my hand; in fact, I tugged at the obstinate zipper and worked my hand inside until I could feel the hot contact of his skin. Hidden as we were in the back row, I didn’t worry about anyone seeing us, but I wasn’t expecting him to grab my wrist in protest. He stopped short of pulling my hand away, but his grip wasn’t allowing me to go any further. My fingers strained to find the sensitive head of his cock, and as I ran the pad of my thumb over the slit, he released my wrist from captivity. His eyes stayed focused straight ahead, as I wrapped my fist around his now stiff prick. I watched his mouth fall open, just a little. At that moment, he could have yelled and no one in the theatre would have heard him, the gunfire was far too loud. I jerked him gently at first, but couldn’t contain my ardor as I felt him grow harder in response.

Colin surprised me by snaking his own hand under my skirt and wiggling past my soaked panties to ease my swollen lips apart. He smiled, knowing that my current aroused state wasn’t just from his hard-on.

“So, I guess it turns out you were into the whole no underwear thing.”

I couldn’t answer as his thick middle finger slipped inside me, my pussy letting him in without a hint of resistance. The relentless pressure of his thumb on my clit was making my breath catch; the car chase on screen doing a fantastic job of distracting the people around us from my moans. My fist squeezed him tight, my hand moving quicker as I felt my release barreling towards me as quickly as the runaway truck in the film. As suddenly as the crash scene disappeared, so did Colin’s hand from my cunt. My own hand disengaged as he sat up and zipped up in a hurry. Grabbing me by the arm, he led me into the deserted men’s room in the lobby. Once we were locked into the last stall, he looked down at me with a wicked smile.

“Admit it. Thinking about me without underwear turned you on after all. I mean, I know you like my dick, but there’s no way just touching me made you that wet.”

I hesitated, not wanting to give into his requests, but I knew I was caught. He pinned my arms to the wall, and just waited for my words to come.

“Yes. I admit it. I liked it. And, you’ve been driving me crazy all day.”

He leaned down, acting as if he was going to kiss me. But, he stopped short of my lips.

“You own me an apology, I think.”

“I know I do Colin. I’m sorry for being such a bitch earlier.”

His smile made his lips graze mine and I pushed forward trying to make him kiss me.

“I need more than that.”

He dropped his hands from mine, but I left them right where they were against the wall. I followed his movement with my eyes, until his hands were under my skirt. In the silence, I heard seams tearing as he yanked my panties down and tore them from around my feet. Tossing them aside casually, he turned me around and bent me over, pressing my hands flat against the metal wall. I heard his zipper’s metallic teeth opening as I stared at the graffiti covered stall in front of me. My skirt flipped up onto my back, and his hands ran over my ass cheeks slowly and deliberately. I expected a slap or two, but none came. Instead, the nudging head of his sheathed cock pushed at my warm cunt, barely teasing before thrusting deep inside.

“Say it again, Bonnie.”

“I’m sorry, Colin. I’m so sorry.”

As I rambled out my apology, his cock repeatedly slammed into me, his hands on my hips, controlling us both. I didn’t have time to worry about someone finding us out, all I could think about was the quivering that was starting in my thighs as I rocked back and forth on my heals, taking Colin’s cock to the hilt. My fingers curled into fists on the wall, my eyes closed to the florescent lights above us. I focused instead on the stars bursting behind my lids, the colors exploding as I pressed my eyes shut harder.

When I felt the familiar play of his thumb on my clit, I couldn’t control myself anymore. Forcing myself back against his cock with abandon, I started to come. His small circles on my clit became faster as fresh flutters and shocks moved all through me. My hands slid down the wall, as I couldn’t keep them in place any longer. Just as I felt like I would hit the ground, Colin held me up as he came inside me, jolting us both forward as he groaned and shuddered against my back. I don’t know where we found the strength, but we managed to stay off the floor, clutching each other as we regained some semblance of composure.

We straightened out, and I stared at my tattered panties lying on the floor of the stall. Deciding to leave them behind, I smiled to myself as I smoothed my skirt down over my naked ass. Colin turned back to me, kissing me hard on the mouth before we left the bathroom, not worried about anyone seeing us together.

We walked towards home, both of us still shaky. The night air went right up my skirt and gave me a chill; my shivers making Colin throw his arm around my shoulder.

“You know, Colin. I’m not wearing any underwear.”

He laughed, his chest vibrating against my side as we crossed the street before an oncoming car could get any closer. I looked up at him and caught his smile before he put on a serious and pinched face.

“Sorry, Bonnie. But, I’m just not that turned on by the thought of you naked under that skirt.”

I deserved that.

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