Now You See Me
bycunninglylinguister©

Now You See Me Pt. 01

When I realized I was a voyeur I was just barely 18. I was in my cousins wedding and I was running late, as usual. I had started driving about 3 months before and I was truly enjoying my 4 wheeled freedom. Everyone else was already at the chapel and dressed but my hair appointment was last and so I told the rest of the girls to get the bride to the chapel and I would meet them there. They stuffed my dress in the back of my car and took off and thus I was 45 minutes behind them. When I pulled into the parking lot it was semi-full. It was a small chapel and the lot could hold maybe 100 cars and all the spots closest to the building were taken. I parked closer to the back under a tree to keep my car in the shade. I was just about to hop out in my yoga pants and sweat shirt to head inside and change when I realized it would be PACKED in there with all of the other girls doing their last minute adjustments. I hate being packed into small spaces with a lot of people, I always have and thinking of it made me sweat.

I looked back at my car and the fairly roomy back seat and decided I could easily slip into the cocktail style dress back there. Sure my bra was one of those peel and stick affairs and so my boobs would be exposed for a few minutes but the parking lot was empty and it would only be for a minute or two. This is when I knew something was up. The idea of my ladies being on display out in the open, even for a minute, made butterflies spring up in my stomach and I felt my small nipples begin to press against my bra. I don't have large breasts but they are perky and a decent handful. At that point in my life no one had ever held them but me yet I had been doing an awful lot of imagining about what it would feel like to have someone else caress them for me. I realized that I had been standing there staring at the back seat for a few minutes now and we were due to start pictures in less than 15 minutes. If I was going to change here I needed to get going.

I yanked open the door and hopped in. As I said the back seat was pretty roomy, at least for a 5' 4" petite 18 year old, and I had plenty of room to maneuver. I took the plastic wrap off my dress and unzipped the back to make sure it was ready to slip on without fumbling. I was getting increasingly excited about the idea of being mostly naked in a parking lot but I wasn't sure how long my courage would hold out and I didn't want to be fumbling with plastic and zipper in nothing but my panties for too long. The material of the dress was thin and it was sleeveless and on the shorter side. Nothing scandalous but certainly trendy and more appropriate for a night on the town than a wedding but that was my cousin for you.

The dress was set and it was time. I looked around the parking lot again to make sure no one was close, or maybe I was hoping someone was, and the parking lot was still empty. I took a deep breath and hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my yoga pants and remembered something important. I had been so focused on having my boobs exposed to view I had forgotten what I was wearing blow the waist. Yoga pants are tight and no one in their right mind wears boy shorts or full panties with them because the world can see the outline. I was a sheltered 18 year old and I only owned boy shorts and full panties so when I got dressed that morning I had just skipped the panties all together. My sweatshirt was long enough that it hung to mid thigh so I didn't think much of it at the time. But now I was about to whip my pants off and if I went through with it I wouldn't be mostly naked, I would be totally naked for several minutes while I wrestled with the stick on bra.

Now I was sweating for real but for a different reason. There was nervousness and a little fear for sure but there was also something else, I was getting really turned on. I wasn't a masturbation virgin even if I was an actual virgin but I hadn't done anything more than rub myself to orgasm, I'd never even put a finger inside of myself and right now I was more horny than I had ever been in my life. I kept imagining a car pulling up next to mine just as I was completely naked and someone getting out and looking down at just the right time to see me sitting there with everything exposed. I felt a wave of warmth rush from my stomach up to my head and I arched my back and moaned a little. My nipples were harder now than I could remember them ever being and the feel of them rubbing against my bra as I stretched sent shivers down my spine directly to my clit.

My right hand slid from my waist band around to my flat stomach and slid down. I was out of control, I needed a release and as my hand slid over my mound my moan turned into a groan and I felt every muscle in my body stiffen. My god my pants were WET. I knew about getting wet there, I always felt it when I rubbed myself but I had never been this wet. The crotch of my pants were soaked and as I found my clit and my vagina spasmed in response I felt a small surge of more moisture make its way out of me. God I could orgasm right then and there.

Suddenly there was the sharp noise of a car door slamming right behind me. I jumped and sat up straight, my heart racing and a knot instantly forming in the pit of my stomach. I loved the idea of someone seeing me but I wasn't ready for the reality of it. I looked out of the back window and a wave of relief washed over me. It was the photographers van and he had parked right behind me at the back of the lot to save the closer spaces for wedding guests but he was so focused on gathering his equipment he hadn't even noticed there was someone in the car behind him. At least he wasn't noticing now, but how long had he been standing there getting his stuff out of the back? Had he been watching me? How loud had I been when I got lost there, had he heard me?

The knot returned to my stomach and some of the fear trickled back, but with it came the rush of pleasure to the crazy part of me that was really into this. He got his last bag in place over his shoulder and began to walk toward the chapel. I was just about to turn around and get on with changing when he looked back over his shoulder. At first I thought he was checking his van to make sure he closed all of his doors but his gaze went past his van and locked with mine. We stared at each other for a second and then he smiled. His back was to me so I couldn't be sure but it certainly looked like he reached down and adjusted himself before he turned back and went into the chapel.

I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks and I felt hot and flushed. He HAD seen me and he knew what I had been doing! If he'd just noticed me changing he wouldn't have given me that smile, he would have looked away embarrassed. That look had been one of hunger, there was zero doubt that he would be imagining me while he played with himself later on and god help me that made me hornier than ever. I had been semi-caught! All of my clothes had been on but a total stranger had watched and listened to me pleasure myself for several moments.

The surge of adrenaline was enough to get me moving. I hooked my thumbs back into my waist band and whipped my pants off with a single motion. The leather seat was smooth and slightly cool on my butt as I sat back down. Next it was time for the sweatshirt. I crossed my arms and grabbed the edges and pulled it off over my head being careful not to mess up my updo. As I leaned forward to get my hand high enough my pussy lips made direct contact with the cool leather of the seat and I gasped out loud. It was like someone else was in control for a few seconds. My hips began to move back forth on their own. I was sitting in the middle to give me more space which means the hump of the seat was directly under my burning hot lips. I could feel the stitching of the ridge of the hump just to the side of my clit as my hips bucked.

I grabbed the headrests of the front seats and slid myself over until that stitched ridge was lined up perfectly with my clit. That had the unexpected effect of lining EVERYTHING up with those stitches. I had never given my butt hole any attention when I played with myself before, I had only focused on my clit. But as I lined that up the cool, ridged leather of that hump slid up and down my butt crack too and my butt hole received the first stimulation of its life. This time my gasp turned into a long loud moan. I was humping that seat for all it was worth and all I could think about was the photographer's smirk as he grabbed his package. If he could see me now he wouldn't just be adjusting, he'd be holding on for dear life. I was almost there, I could feel my orgasm coming like a tsunami and it was all I wanted in the world at the moment. I gripped the headrests even tighter and rode the ridge of the seat like it was a bucking bronco.

My phone rang and it was loud. It snapped me back to reality and dumped a bucket of ice water on my raging inferno, dousing but not extinguishing the flame. I wanted to cum so badly just then but I remembered where I was and why I was there and suddenly I was freaking out. What if the photographer had told my mother and cousins inside that some girl was jilling off in the parking lot. I reached over the seat and dug through my purse until I found my phone and answered.

"Hello!" My answer was breathless, like I'd been running a mile and it was too loud. Crap, I was caught for sure!

"Rachel, are you OK? Why are you out of breath?" It was my mother all right and I didn't have a good answer for her. I took a second, knowing that the longer the pause the less believable the story. In the end I told the truth because I couldn't think of anything else.

"Hey Mom, sorry, I decided to change in that car and it's more difficult than I though it would be, I'll be inside in a minute." I held my breath, it wasn't a great answer but it was better than the whole truth. (I was horny as a jack rabbit and a guy saw me getting off and the thought of that caused me to strip nearly naked and hump my car and now I'm shaking from being interrupted in the middle of the biggest orgasm of my life, be in in a minute.)

"What? Why? Oh nevermind, the photographer is here and everyone is nearly ready. Get in here so we can do photos, we are already running behind schedule."

She hung up and I flopped back agains the seat and sighed from relief and frustration. I was close, not as close I had been a minute ago but I could finish myself off if I was quick. But I didn't want to be quick, I wanted to linger in this orgasm, I wanted to feel it from my toes to the tips of my hair. I sat up and as I did I scooted back from the edge of the seat I had been riding just a minute before. The ridges did their trick and my breath caught for a second but I refused to let go again.

I felt coolness all along my butt and on my thighs and I looked down. There wasn't a puddle or anything but I had gotten the leather really wet and I could feel the moistness extending out from my vagina up my butt crack and down my thighs. Oh god that was hot. Without even thinking I took the middle finger of my right hand and ran it from the bottom of my vagina all the way to the top, twitching as I passed my clit. I stuck the finger in my mouth and sucked it clean, the taste was amazing. A little tangy but sweet too.

Again without thinking I took the same finger and plunged it deep inside of myself, burying it as far it would go, my palm resting warm and heavy on my clit and my eyes rolled back in my head as my pussy gripped my finger and pulsed around it for a second. It was the first time I had put anything other than a feminine product inside of myself. As I held my finger there and my pussy pulsed I felt a wave of fluid rush around my hand and now there was a small puddle under me. My hips came of the seat and pushed against my hand and I closed my eyes tight as the sensation washed over me. It wasn't an orgasm, it was something new, like the strong breeze before the storm. I pulled my finger out and there was a small pool of my juice in my cupped palm. I brought it to my mouth and sipped it in eagerly and then licked my hand before sticking my finger in my mouth and down my throat a little. I had never tasted anything so exquisite.

My phone rang again, this time it was a text.

"I can see your car, get in here we are starting."

Crap, I kept losing myself. I needed to cum so I could clear my head but there was no time now. I was a wet sticky mess from the waist down and I didn't have anything to clean up with. And did I even want to clean up?

No, no I didn't. I wanted to walk around for the rest of the evening coated in my own juices. I glanced around the parking lot again and this time it was nearly 2/3rd's full. Holy crap how many people had noticed me getting myself off on their way in? No cars were near mine but I had to be making some noise and the car must have been rocking the way I was humping the seat. As before the idea just contributed to the building need for release inside of me.

I still had my bra on through all of that and so I reached back and released the clasp. The feel of the fabric sliding over my nipples as it came off caused another involuntary spasm through my body. No time, I had to get inside. I reached back into my purse to grab the adhesive bra and paused. As I've said my breasts are not large and this dress had a little support. I looked from the dress to the bra for a second and then I jumped as a car pulled in right beside mine on the passenger side.

I was now completely naked, insanely horny and supremely late and the thing I most feared/wanted was happening. The back windshield of my car is kind of small but the door windows are large and the glass is not even a little tinted. I was on display as much as any animal at a zoo. Out of instinct I assumed the universal position of every person caught with no clothes on. I threw one arm across my breasts and the other over my crotch and I slid back against the driver side door and cowered.

Looking back I wish I had been bold enough to sit up tall and proud in all of my naked glory but I was shy young girl who was completely out of her element and running purely on instinct. The driver of the car got out and it was someone I didn't know. A middle aged woman, pretty and a little distracted as she was getting her dress sorted and putting her keys away. I was staying perfectly still hoping she wouldn't notice someone was in the car and not even thinking about what she would assume was going on in there if she did.

She started walking away and I thought I was in the clear when she did a double take and looked right at me. She must have seen me out of the corner of her eye. She looked in at me and this time I didn't hold her gaze, I reached up and grabbed the dress and started taking it off the hanger. She didn't linger and I assume she thought I was just a girl getting dressed. Something interesting did happen though. I found out that I was just as turned on by having a woman see me as I had been by having a guy see me. As the woman had glanced at me and even as I was thinking quick and grabbing my dress I felt a fresh trickle escape my aching vagina. I would see that woman several more times throughout the evening and every time I would feel that same surge of need.

I knew then that I wasn't going to bother with the bra and I didn't have any panties to bother with even if I wanted to. I finally pulled the dress on and zipped it. My breasts were held comfortably in the dress but I knew I was going to drive myself insane every time I moved for the rest of the evening. I decided that was exactly what I wanted. I was careful to hold the dress up around my waist to avoid getting it wet from the seat and reached down and grabbed my shoes. I opened the car door and set the shoes on the ground and put my right foot into the first one and bent over to buckle the strap. That's when I heard the voice of my cousin Jimmy approaching the car.

"Hey, I was sent to find you. Your Mom is beginning to think you've been abducted by aliens or something."

If he had come up to the car just 2 minutes earlier he would have seen all of me, every last piece of me and I shivered again at the thought.

"Sorry, the zipper on my dress got stuck and I had to wrestle with it."

Jimmy was a few years older than me and a cousin by marriage, he was from my Uncle-in-laws first marriage and so wasn't blood and I'd always thought he was kind of cute. As he came up beside me I looked up and noticed how amazing he looked in his tux.

"Dang Jimmy, you don't look half bad when you bother."

I smiled at him and leaned down to buckle my other shoe, his hand innocently brushing mine as he took the buckle from me.

"Hey I've got that for you, I am on assignment to get you inside before the photographer finishes the parents photos."

His gaze flicked up and then back down and I blushed a little as I noticed that he was checking out my cleavage. I was bending over and the dress was low cut so it was a pretty nice view. That's when things unintentionally escalated.

I still had my dress up around my waist to avoid the mess on the seat, you couldn't really tell when you were looking down at me. But Jimmy had squatted down in front of me like a shoe salesman. And he lifted my leg to place my foot on his thigh so he could buckle the shoe. I didn't expect him to do that and so I fell back into the car a little ways and the leg he was holding came up higher than he meant for it to. That plus the dress not being under me meant that for a second he had an eye full of my very wet and ready pussy. He coughed and spluttered and my heart leapt into my throat. He looked back down quickly and I sat up and pretended nothing had happened. But he took his time buckling that shoe and his gaze kept sliding up my thigh and every time it did my breathing became a little more ragged.

He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. I turned and leaned back in to collect my clutch and keys and I could feel his eyes on my butt and thighs the whole time. I don't think the dress climbed high enough for him to get another full view but he already knew I wasn't wearing any panties and he had seen what was under my skirt. I think his imagination was doing the rest for him. I stood up and closed the door and locked it and offered my arm to him. I glanced down as he took it and I noticed his pants were very tight and the outline of his manhood was very visible. I again pretended not to notice but as we started walking I felt a drop like the first sprinkle of a rain storm land on my upper thigh and begin running down toward my ankle. It was going to be a long night and when I finally did orgasm I should probably be in a soundproof room because it was going to shake the earth.