Week Seven - Friday - Daily Task

Day 54 - Friday
Today for my task, I decided to recount a fantasy. It's one I've been rolling around in my mind for some time. I had to wait until we were in bed and I turned out the lights because I was afraid I'd be embarrassed. I'll try to recount it here:

It starts in the lift of our apartment building. I'm in the lift, blindfolded and wearing a trenchcoat and heels. We reach the ground floor and A guides me to the car. He gets me to sit in the back seat, then he takes the drivers seat. Once the doors are closed he tells me to remove my trenchcoat and hand it to him. I am naked underneath. A starts the car and we drive for awhile with me naked in the backseat. I can hear traffic and I'm aware that people might see me and it makes my pussy heat up.

Eventually the car stops, I don't know where. A tells me to get out and when I do I know that I'm outdoors. I'm guided to walk a short distance and then into another vehicle. This vehicle is larger and more spacious, and I'm not the only one in it. There are two or three other people in the vehicle, probably female. They take delight in my naked body, running their hands over me and touching me, weighing my breasts and rubbing my thighs. The play doesn't escalate beyond that. The new car is in motion now and we're travelling I know not where.

This is where I trail off.... I haven't gotten much further with this fantasy. I invite A to pick up where I left off and he does.

This time when the car stops I'm told to get out and I think I'm indoors. My heels click on a concrete floor as I'm guided further along. I'm told to remove my blindfold, but I can't see anything - it is pitch dark. I hear a popping noise, then a blinding light comes on. I'm lit by a series of bright spotlights, but beyond them is darkness that I can't make out.

A instructs me to touch myself, and I masturbate within the spotlight. I can hear in the darkness beyond, the murmur of a crowd. I can't tell how many people, but they are here to be my audience and they are watching the show I put on. I have to continue, and I keep touching myself until I reach an intense orgasm. The lights go out suddenly and then I am led back to the car in the darkness. Once back in the car the blindfold is back on and I'm taken home. I never know who my audience was, and I wont know. I wont know if the person I see in the street, or at the corner store is someone who watched me touch myself, watched me orgasm. That is the end of the fantasy.