Task 6 - Fast Food Pleasure Complete

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The dress I was wearing barely covered anything, clinging to my curves and leaving little to the imagination. And underneath it all, a small vibrator was buzzing away inside me.

"This is ridiculous," I muttered to myself. "I can't believe I agreed to this."

But the truth was, I had agreed. One of my fans on Patreon had requested that I complete this task and, well, his generous donations were what kept me afloat each month. So, in order to show my appreciation and keep the money coming in, I had said yes.

This was the task given to me:

“Wearing just a light dress and a G-string, walk to a nearby fast food/diner with an activated vibrator inserted in you. You need to walk there order, eat and then walk back. You cannot turn off the vibrator until you have returned home. Would be interesting to see how many times you cum :)”

I decided on the Chick-Fil-A close by, the walk wasn’t too far, just across the street from my apartment, the closer the better I thought to myself. Also, I didn’t want a sit-down restaurant where I’d have a server, I’d have to keep a straight face with, constantly bothering me with drink refills and questions.

With a sudden smack on the floor, the vibrator was sitting on the ground, wet and vibrating as it slipped out of my pussy. So, I picked out the only G-string I had, a fishnet G-string from wicked temptations that I got from a panty pack grab bag sale, the other were crotchless and basically worthless for the task. It was a good thing it happened here and not out in public for all to see, I think I would have died from embarrassment if it had.

I slipped the vibrator back in, put on the G-string, the small material barely holding it in place and the string up my ass making me feel practically naked wearing it. There was no more time to procrastinate, it was time to go out and do the task.

I grabbed a small backpack, since, well, no pockets and headed out for the short walk, words I would later regret. As I got outside it was a beautiful day, sunny with only a few clouds in the sky and not super-hot either. Once I got to the intersection which was a short walk from my apartment, that’s when things started to get intense. So many lanes and such a wide intersection, I didn’t think how windy it would be.

The cool breeze instantly hardened my nipples, reminding me not only that I was braless but how thin the dress was. My nipples poked and strained against the material, I couldn’t imagine the view others were going to get let alone what I was seeing and what they would think.

The walk across the road felt like miles, every step threatened to expose the barely existent material underneath. Wind blew by and up my bare legs from the open area and the cars blazing by. There was no real way to hold it down and I wasn’t really as experienced wearing dresses like this. Holding from the sides would threaten to expose me in the front of back and holding from the back or front was just embarrassing and made me feel more exposed as if the dress had blown up.

Like I was acknowledging to everyone how short and inappropriate the dress was and how easily I could be exposed. I could only imagine the thoughts of the drivers that I walked past, between thoughts of how slutty I must have looked to how they wished they could catch a glimpse of what was underneath. It wasn’t until I made it to the end that a guy in an old brown Oldsmobile was waiting for me to cross, we made eye contact and I blushed with the smile on his face as he watched me.

I was so scared of being exposed I barely felt the vibrator buzzing still inside of me till I reached the other side and caught my breath. I thought I had run a mile from how fast my heart was beating although it probably had been a couple of hundred feet.

With a quick breeze and a loud car horn startling me, my hands instinctively flew back to my butt thinking I had been exposed and someone saw, but the material was still there clinging to my ass and I blushed a deep red from my overreaction.

The fear, the humiliation, the possible exposure and feeling practically naked were stimulating me more than the vibrator ever could, I could feel myself starting to get wetter just from the mental stimulation.

It took me a moment to realize my hands were still on my butt holding my dress down and I took a breath, put my hands to my sides and continued to walk to my destination which was still across the small parking lot. Walking across the hot sun-soaked asphalt, I felt the heat rising up my legs and under my dress, something I never experienced before, it almost felt sensual.

Ding!

I walked through the front door and something hit me that I hadn’t thought about. It was such a popular place for my college that I worried that someone I know could have been there and may recognize me.

The inside of the restaurant sent a cold chill through my body, the AC making a huge difference from the outside, I felt like I wasn’t wearing a thing, the air cutting right through the fabric like it didn’t exist at all. Waiting in line for my turn, I kicked myself at not just mobile ordering as my imagination started to go wild with dirty thoughts. Standing there, naked with everyone else clothed and all of their eyes on me, people from my class pointing me out, never seeing me in a dress before. My legs starting to get wobbly as the vibrator felt stronger than it had before but knowing its settings had not changed.

I bit my lip, looking down at the ground, having this crazy idea that if I didn’t look at anyone, no one would look at me, that I was invisible if I didn’t acknowledge them. My knees were trembling, my heart was racing, the image I had of myself was a girl in heat wishing someone would just take her right there and then. I could feel my knees buckling and with every step forward I thought my legs would give out from under me.

“What can I get for you,” a voice of a guy my age spoke, obviously done with his day, “hey, what can I get for you,” he said again, my mind was only focused on one thing.

“Um, nuggets and a soda,” I spoke quickly and quietly.

“What was that?”

“Nuggets and a soda….please!” my voice caught for a second, I blushed as I spoke much louder than I intended to and hoped that I didn’t draw the attention of the whole place on me.

“Ok that’ll be $7.84.”

I tapped my phone on the reader, my hands were trembling. I looked up when it said accepted and made eye contact with the guy. He was a little gruff, my age, maybe a little older, burned out. He smirked and it was almost like he knew and I wondered if it was something I was doing. Was I biting my lips, did I have a mindless look of lust on my face, was I breathing hard or was my face just red and my eyes glossed over like I was being fucked.

God, I wish he would just bend me over that counter and fuck me right there, and I stood up straight realizing at what I had just thought. I walked away blushing, waiting for my food, I could feel myself dripping down my thigh and prayed that everyone around me would just think it was sweat, as embarrassing as the thought of being the sweaty girl was, it was not as bad as being the slutty girl walking around with a vibrator inside her wishing the fast-food cashier guy would fuck her.

I put down my backpack for just a second, when I first walked in, it felt like as a feather, but now it felt like a large boulder on my back.

“122!” someone shouted out, “122!”

“122, nuggets and a coke!” I uncrumpled my receipt and saw it was mine.

I grabbed my backpack and ran up, shoving the bag into my backpack and grabbing the cock, I rushed out feeling like all eyes were on me. As I shoved my way through the day, I put my backpack back on and walked out, ready for my trek back to my apartment. As I walked the skirt of my dress felt tight around the front of my legs, and with the wind at my back felt like it was going right through the material.

Honk! Honk! Honk!

I crossed the street, cars honking as I walked by, I looked up but I clearly had the signal still that I could so it was very confusing. As I got to the other side, I felt a tap on my shoulder, it was a woman with an odd look on her face.

“Hey, I don’t think you noticed but your dress got caught on your bag.”

My eyes grew wide and I looked back to see my ass was on full display, the G-string barely seen between my cheeks and I walked in front of a bunch of people flashing them as they honked at me.

“Oh my god, thank you,” I quickly fixed it, pulling it down, nearly dropping my drink, blushing crimson red and immediately rushing off into my complex.

When I was in front of my building, a sigh of relief escaped my lips, but letting go for just that moment put me on the edge of an immense orgasm. One that had been building up since I grabbed my food. Walking up the stairs to my apartment felt like I was climbing a mountain, with each step my legs felt like they lost all energy. I was grabbing on the handrail to help only to think if someone was behind me walking up and looked up, they could probably see right up my dress which wasn’t helping my mental state.

I fumble with my keys, trying to unlock my apartment door as my mind is consumed with thoughts of the guy from the fast-food place. I imagine him behind me, his hands on my hips, pulling me back against him as he grinds his hard cock into my ass. I bite my lip, trying to stifle a moan as I finally manage to get the door open. I put my bag inside and my drink on the floor, my mind having a dark and devious thought.

“Strip before you get in, a dirty girl like you doesn’t deserve to be covered and should be punished,” a voice in my head spoke.

I undid the buttons on the front quickly and let it slide to the ground, kicking it in as I stood there in just a g-string and sandals.

“Sandals too,” I kicked them in, the rough cement under my feet, “you know what’s next.”

I blushed at the thought and grabbed the sides of the g-string and bent over as I brought them down to my feet, taking them off and standing up with them balled in my hand, tossing them in as well. Now I stood in front of my open door naked, my own inner voice now making me shiver in fear and arousal as I wondered what was to come next.

“Cum for me,” my own thoughts didn’t feel like my own but a merciless mistress looking to push my boundaries.

I close my eyes and imagine the man from the fast-food place. I see him standing in front of me, his eyes burning with lust as he takes in the sight of my naked body. I feel his hands on my hips, pulling me close against him as he grinds his hard cock into my stomach.

I moan softly, my body responding to the imagined touch. I reach down and touch myself, my fingers tracing a path over my wet lips. I slip my fingers inside me, feeling the warmth and wetness of my arousal and the vibrator still working its magic. I start to rub myself, my fingers moving in slow circles over my clit.

I imagine the man from the fast-food place, his lips on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth. I feel his hands on my breasts, his fingers pinching and twisting my nipples. I moan louder, my body moving in time with my fingers.

I imagine him entering me, filling me up completely with his hard cock. I feel him thrusting into me, his hips slamming into mine as he pounds me from behind. I moan louder, my mind filled with thoughts of what could have happened if I had let things go further.

And then, I cum. I cry out, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. I open my eyes, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I know that I have proven to myself that I am in control, that I can make myself cum whenever I want.

I pick up my clothes and walk inside, my mind still filled with thoughts of the man from the fast-food place. I know that I'll never see him again, but the memory of him will stay with me, a constant reminder of the desire that burns inside me. As I close the door a sudden sense or emptiness than urgency builds inside me. I reached down to find that the vibrator is no longer inside of me.

“Go get it.”

Without another thought I open the door, still naked and look out to see it on the ground, with a damp stain in the grey concrete from my wetness. I quickly picking it up hearing a door slam down the hall and pull myself inside as fast as possible, slamming the door hoping I wasn’t seen. In that moment it hit me completely that stripping and masturbating, I didn’t look around at all to see if anyone had noticed me or was watching. I could have been seen the whole time and never would have realized it.

The thought ate at the back of my mind as I quickly made my way to my room with my things, setting the bag of fast food on my desk with my drink and decided I needed a shower before I was going to eat. The water did nothing to relax me as all I could think about now was if someone had caught me without me knowing.

Drying off I sat at my desk naked, being so exposed and open for so long made it feel normal in the safety of my room and ate my nuggets, the only thought in my mind at that moment was, “I forgot the damn Chick-fil-a sauce…”