- Sat Sep 20, 2014 10:58 pm
#46754
for JerryCal and Shardog especially.......sharing my first group experience.
I grew up in different parts of the country being an Air Force brat, and this is one of my earliest and kinkiest experiences. I was just out of high school (so I’m legal age ). I think my exhibitionism comes from my mom’s influence because she was a real hotty who liked attention. I suspected my parents may have actually been swingers because I remember late night parties when I was younger hearing things that I later came to know as sex sounds from more than one couple. Well anyways, I graduated high school in Texas, and my best friend, Marisela, and lots of my friends were Mexican ( I got kicked out of school on the base for being too much of a disruption, LOL and had to go to public school). Even though I’m Filipina, I fit in because we all really liked to flaunt our sex appeal. After graduation , Marisela wanted to spend the summer in Mexico. She wanted me to go with her, but I couldn’t . Her father was against her going mostly because he needed her at their family taco shop business. She asked me to fill-in, and since I needed a job, I agreed.
I was familiar with most of the guys who worked there since we would go there after a night out partying across the border where the legal drinking age was 18. All were related to Marisela in one way or another, and she was always telling me about them asking about me. I admit that I was a ruthless tease, and had flashed them my pussy because , well I liked it, LOL. Plus the situation was always right, us all looking hot, and a little bit tipsy from a night of partying. And the little restaurant was always so brightly lit. All the guys behind the counter, and those in the back would come out front and wait for me to slide into the booth. I always made it a point to sit facing them, and wearing a mini-dress or skirt with nothing underneath, they saw it all. Especially since I’d exaggerate my sliding in to give them nice long looks. It was a lot of fun, and Marisela would laughingly scold me to stop teasing them. Even though all us were hotties, I was the deviant one so they called me “C” or “CC” for crazy chica, LOL. ( I liked having that nickname) I think they lived vicariously through me, because even though they liked to dress sexy, they were mostly prudish and always careful not to show anything. LOL, talk about real cockteases.
I showed up for my first day, and Marisela’s dad was there along with some of the uncles and cousins. (There were no other women working there). "And what do you think you're doing young lady?" he asked when I entered the tiny shop.
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"Where's your uniform," he demanded.
"I thought that was just for Marisela," I answered.
"Oh no, everybody who works here has to wear a uniform. See I got mine," he retorted. (His uniform consisted of everyday pants and a polo shirt with the shop's logo.
"But it’s too small (I’m petite at 5’1 , about 105 lbs at the time, but Marisela was tiny being about 2” shorter, and a dress size smaller). And besides I left it at home," I said.
“Well there’s a spare one in the back. You better put it on or I'll have them put it on you," he said with a stern face as he pointed to the men in the shop.
Since the time I first met him, Marisela’s dad always treated me like his second daughter. I pouted and stamped my foot like a little brat. "Now, now mijita I have to go the other shops. You know what to do. So listen to me and put on that dress to. Ok? I will see you later," he said and kissed me on the forehead and left.
The uncles and cousins were still gathered around. "Here , he said to put this on," said Alberto as he tossed me my uniform. They all went to the kitchen and started to prep for the day.
I went into the break room and threw the dress on the table and stared to change. It was a traditional Mexican waitress dress, white at the top and blue at the bottom. The frills on the edge of the dress both on the top, front and hem gave it a Spanish feel to it. It was worn off the shoulder and was very thin. Damn, I had to take my bra off otherwise my straps would show. It was also very short on me and the fit was very tight. Oh well I should take a look at how silly I look. Making my way to the wall mirror, I looked myself over. Wow, I looked really, really hot, LOL. The dress showed off every curve. My tanned skin made every white piece of material stand out. My perky tits, small but shapely barely fit in the tiny top. Looking down I paused. I hadn’t worn panties under my shorts and the dark crack of my ass could be seen clearly in the snug skirt. Only the frills in the front kept my bush from being highlighted. It came half way up my thigh showing off my firm, toned and glistening legs, shiny from the suntan oil I had on. I could not believe how sexy I looked. I was gawking at myself. I blushed. I remember this strange sensation rolled over my body. Looking at the mirror, I was shocked to see my nipples poking through the material like it was not there. You could clearly see the outlines of both of them. I undid my pony tail and let my hair down over my shoulders to see if they would cover them up. That only happened if I stood very still.
When I came out all four of the guys turned and gawked as well. Again, I blushed. Curiously , my gaze moved downwards. Four tents were looking back at me. "Oh my god, I’ll be working with pervs," rushed to my mind. "Big thick pervs," came another thought out of nowhere. I felt my face getting hotter and redder. I was truly embarrassed . I cleared my throat and stammered, "We should get to work right?" I slowly walked towards them but they didn't move. I squeezed through them. Every nerve of my body was super sensitive. I felt my skin brush up on theirs as I squeezed through. My ass and tits were squished as I moved through the mass of men. My hands brushed up against four cocks. I heard them inhale and I was out in the front of the shop. I never heard them exhale, LOL.
I had my elbows on the counter with my chin in my hands trying to regain composure, when our first customer came in. Like most mom and pop shops there were plenty of regulars. All the guys made a big fuss over me. Every man tried to hide the fact that they were all staring at my nipples that were poking through my top the entire day. The more they stared the harder my nipples got.
There was plenty of sexual tension throughout the day in the shop, especially when there were no customers. At of the corner of my eyes I could see them staring at my tits or my ass or undressing me with their eyes. This made my nipples poke out even more. We were all ready to go home at the end of the day. I started go when I passed the mirror again. I decide to change out of my uniform before I went home.
Marisela’s dad showed up checking to see if I had worn the uniform. I had to show him the food stained dress before he believed that I wore it. He also promised to call the shop tomorrow and check with the guys to make sure I wore it. I was too tired to argue. We were not that busy but all the tension had burnt me out. I put the dress in the wash and went to bed.
The next day, I put the dress in my purse and headed to the shop. Everyone was there when I got in. We all said hello and I went to the break room to change. Oh my god, the dress had shrunk a bit in the wash. It was smaller and tighter than the day before. I had decided to wear a thong today, to feel less vulnerable but now the dress was so short that it showed whenever I bent over in the slightest. Ok I have to admit even though I'm a tease, I dread prolonged exposure. Especially , my best friend’s cousins and uncles, who I’d be working with for the next many hours. As I made my way to the front I had to go through them crowded together again. They all had on their uniforms but wore cooking aprons as well. I could still see the bulges poking through their aprons. Today they looked bigger and straighter. Making my way through them, I could feel the bulges better than the day before. They brushed themselves up against my hands even more. Silly, I thought and went to the counter.
I went to my usual position at the counter, my elbows on the top and my chin in my hands. About this time they should have been preparing or darting around . I looked back over my shoulder and saw them just staring at me. It took only a few seconds to realize that they were staring at my ass. The tiny skirt had shrunk and in my current positions half my thong covered ass was showing. They were getting an eyeful. I liked it, and spread my legs a little more and arched my back. This gave them a much better view. They could see my white thong that went down the middle of my ass, not entirely covering my bush. Why I did it I don’t know, LOL.
As I kept thinking about them checking me out, I started to get wet. My boldness and their perverseness made my blood boil. My face felt flush and my body tingled. Every now and again I wiggled my ass. My body just reacting and me not understanding why I was doing it. Not long after, I felt one of them brush by. He was getting a wash cloth that was next to me. I felt the back of his hand as it grazed my bare ass. I didn't move. A few seconds later another one walked by doing the same thing with his hand. They took turns finding items they needed to get or put back next to me. Every touch got me hotter. Very little was spoken but lots was exchanged.
The next day things were pretty much the same. I was in my spot when we didn't have customers and they paraded back and forth rubbing up on my thong covered ass. (There was never a question of me not wearing anything because to go commando, which I had just started doing regularly, just seemed too much, and the exposure for way to long than I was comfortable with.) Uncle Ernesto changed the routine when he stood behind and reached in front of me for some toothpicks. They just happen to fall out of their container and we had to pick them up. It took forever. For every one I put back, it seemed two would fall out. More importantly, he kept grinding his cock on my ass. I could feel the hardness slip between my cheeks but because of his apron and pants it would not go all the way. The other three men found other ways to get behind me and repeat his actions. By the afternoon my body was screaming for attention. Yet I understood why they didn't go any further. I wanted to see what else they would try, but I felt I needed something soon. The end of the day finally came and I couldn't wait to get home.
That night I lay in bed tossing and turning. My fingers went down to my pussy and I started to play. I was so hot and horny and I let my fingers bring me to a satisfying end. My thought went to the taco shop. Feeling their hands on my ass, then their bulges fighting the material to get at me, I fell in love with the attention. I went to sleep eager for the next day at work.
Again everyone was at work before me. I went to the break room to change. I started to close and lock the door but I stopped myself. Instead, I closed it just enough to where it would open slightly and I adjusted the mirror in the restroom so I could see if anybody came near. Slowly, I got undressed. I heard a slight noise when I was bending over taking off my shorts, and again when I took off my bra. I looked at the mirror from the corner of my eyes. Yes, they were all watching me. All I had on was my tiny little thong and nothing else. My nipples grew long and hard. I did not want to get dressed. Purposefully and slowly, I put lotion on my body. My hands slowly spread it all over my body paying very close attention to tits. As my hands left my tits I would pull my nipples making them harder. I made sure they could see that. Then I turned so they could see my ass as I applied the lotion to it as well. I worked my hands up inside the thong covering my ass. Finally, slowly I put my uniform on. I heard them scuffle away when I put on my shoes.
I went to my usual spot and waited for the attention. I didn't have to wait long before they started. Today, we talked a bit more, and I found myself constantly giggling. But the banter was much more adult. We had a great day. As a matter of fact the day went by too fast.
Again, I found myself masturbating thinking of the day's events. I pulled on my nipples. My fingers explored my hot wet pussy. I made myself cum three times before I fell asleep. As good as I was with my fingers, I wanted more. I wasn’t a virgin at this time, but this escalation was something new, and I loved it.
Thursday was always the slowest day for us. As usual they were waiting for me and I slowly walked into the shop. We said hello laughed and played as we walked to the break room so I could change. I was so into our bantering and all the attention, that I just realized they were all sitting down. I was already pulling my shirt from my skirt when it struck me that they were going to watch me change. I hesitated for a second. The room went dead quiet. I tried to act like nothing out of the ordinary was happening but it was too quiet. Miguel was the first to make a joke and we all laughed. We started talking and joking again. I was too nervous. Should I go on and change in front of them or wait to see if they would leave? The decision was made for us. A customer had walked in and they went out. I quickly changed and joined them. We had another good day. This time if their hands came to my ass they would grab it or rub it. They tried harder to grind their cover cocks into my ass. The day ended with me frustrated again.
The following morning I made it a point to start the conversation before changing. Again they followed me back. We kept talking as I started to change. Enrique and I were doing most of the talking because the others were just watching me with their mouths hanging open. First I took off my shirt like I did when I was alone. Then dropped my shorts with a matter of fact attitude, but the room became dead quiet when I took off my bra. I even stopped. Did I go too far? Was this too much? I was standing in a tiny room with four older, horny men, who were related to my best friend, in just my thong. I remember feeling paralyzed, and couldn’t move.
"Ay dios chica, que lindas chi chis," said Enrique, LOL. (I do remember hearing that like it was yesterday). I blushed. They were licking their lips and absently mindedly playing with their cocks over their aprons. My body went hot and cold at the same time. My face was flushed like I had a fever, and my mouth went dry.
"Turn around mijita, show us the rest of your hot body." Slowly, I turned. They had lust in their eyes. One reached for my hand and pulled me to the center of the tiny room as they surrounded me. "Que linda... Que bonita... aay yayay... Mira esta nalgitas tan mas ricas," I also remembered them saying. "You have a killer body, deliciosa “ as hands started roaming everywhere. Enrique was kneading my tits. He groped and pulled and pinched my nipples, and put his head down and sucked, and licked and bit my nipples.
Another stood behind me, grabbing my ass. "Look at this round, sweet ass”. Between the squeezing and the rubbing he would lightly tap my asshole. Every time he did that it sent a chill up my spine. Sorry, I’ll have to finish later.