Chapter 2: Building Tension
I realized that men were too polite. If I wanted more than a quick glance, I had to be bolder. I was dominated by the thrill.
I positioned closer to path, and this time I lay on my back. I spread my legs. My shaved pussy could be guessed under my tiny thong. And, more importantly, I covered my face with a straw hat. This way the men would think that I was asleep, or at least that I couldn't see them (but I could see very well through the hat). And I waited for some man to go by the path.
It took less than a minute . A man of about 40, with a bald head and a thick mustache, came into view. He was walking awkwardly on the rocks. His eyes landed on me, and his steps faltered. He stopped, his mouth opening slightly in surprise. I could see his eyes widen as he took in the sight of me, my body sprawled out on the towel, my legs spread, my face hidden under the straw hat.
His eyes darted from side to side, taking in the surroundings. He was nervous, I could tell. He made sure there was no one else in sight. I knew that he was going to do something, but I didn't know what. He hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward. He was aroused. His breath was coming in short gasps, and his eyes were now locked onto my body.
Then he took his phone out of his pocket. He hesitated for a moment, looking around again, then pointed it at me. I could feel the heat between my legs growing, my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted him to take a picture, to capture this moment, to have something to jerk off to later.
I could see him through the hat, his eyes scanning my body, lingering on my breasts, on the triangle of fabric between my legs. He was taking pictures, I could hear the click of the camera, over and over again. I could imagine him later, looking at these pictures, his hand wrapped around his cock, thinking of me.
He was getting closer now, his steps slow and careful.
I could hear the crunch of the rocks under his feet, the sound echoing in my ears. He was close enough now that I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead, the way his hands were shaking as he held the phone.
I could feel my own heart pounding in my chest. I was turned on, more than I had ever been before. To be seen, to be desired, to be wanted.
He bent down between my legs and, thinking I was asleep, very slowly , he pulled my thong aside. I could feel the cool air on my pussy, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. I wanted to spread my legs wider, to give him a better view, but I forced myself to stay still. I wanted him to think I was asleep, to feel like he could do anything he wanted to me.
He was breathing heavily now, his eyes locked onto my pussy.