The Perfect Match Pt.01

The Perfect Match

by Vanessa Evans

Part 01

Yes, as the story title says, I believe that Sara and I are a perfect match. You see, Sara is a natural, subservient exhibitionist and I am a voyeur who loves candualism.

Maybe I should start by describing the pair of us. I’ll start with Sara who is 162 cm tall, 52 Kg, quite slim and skinny and 23 years-old with long, blonde hair. Her measurements are 32-21-33 with amazing, A+ pointy tits with not the slightest sag. She has a Mediterranean family background and a tanned looking skin with small dark brown areolae and dark brown pencil eraser sized nipples. All around Sara’s pussy is the same colour as the rest of her body and she has next to no inner labia, just a slit with a pencil eraser sized clit that rarely hides behind it’s hood.

For a living, Sara is a graphics designer who is lucky enough to work from home 2 days per week.

Me, I’m Dylan, also 23 years old, 182 cm tall, 73 Kg and of average build. I work as a structural engineer who occasionally manages to work from home.

Home for us is now a modest little house in London’s suburbs that we bought with an inheritance that I’ll explain later.

We met at a University Freshers party and I was instantly attracted to Sara, and what she was wearing, or maybe I should say what she was not wearing – knickers or a bra, her very short, low cut dress revealing her tits and pussy as she danced. I started talking to her and we got on like the proverbial house on fire. I asked her out on a date and things just got better and better.

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I’m going to write about a number of ‘incidents’ that have occurred, some purely unplanned and some accidental, but most of them created by either me, or Sara.

I’ll start with the event that happened about 4 years ago after we’d been dating for a few weeks. We were still at university and we’d been invited to a party in one of the dorm buildings.

I’d quickly discovered that Sara got pleasure out of being seen naked when we’d gone clothes shopping for a new top for her to wear at the party and she was trying on clothes.

The shop didn’t have a separate changing room, just curtained cubicles in the main store, and I noticed that Sara didn’t fully close the curtain. I could see into the cubicle through that 9 or 10 centimetre gap and I watched Sara strip totally naked.

Sara wasn’t wearing a bra. I’d discovered shortly after we started dating that she hates bras and she’d asked me if I would mind if she didn’t wear one some times. That sometimes turned out to be 99.99% of the time, something that I was quite happy about.

Sara was wearing a G-string that day, and for some unknown reason she took that off as well as her dress, to try on the top, not that I was complaining, it was a beautiful sight seeing her naked backside through the gap and her naked and hairless front in the mirror in front of her.

What made it more exciting for me was that she was naked in a clothes shop with lots of other customers just the other side of the partially open curtain, and that I wasn’t the only man looking through that gap. Another guy, around my age, was stood next to me and was seeing everything that I was.

If Sara knew that 2 guys were watching her, she did an amazing job of pretending that she didn’t know and that no one could see what she was doing.

The top that Sara was trying on was sleeveless with spaghetti straps, and virtually no sides to it. With it on, Sara turned from side to side as she looked in the mirror and she must have seen what we could see, lots of side-boob. What’s more, the front had a deep ‘V’ revealing lots of cleavage.

As Sara turned from side to side she adjusted the front several times, often covering a tit that had escaped. I marvelled at the amount of bare skin that I could see, and that included her bald pubis and her clit sticking out between the lips of her slit. When we had first had sex I discovered that Sara shaves everywhere below her neck each morning in the shower and that she has a clit that is bigger than any I had seen before.

“Wow,” the guy next to me said as Sara took off the top and started to get dressed, “that was one hell of a show, is she with you?”

“Yes, and she is impressive.” I replied as the curtain fully opened and Sara stepped out giving no impression that she’s given such an amazing show.

“Maybe I should try on a different colour.” Sara said as she walked passed me to the rack where the top came from.

Soon, the show was repeated, but this time it was for an audience of one.

When that second show was over, and Sara exited the cubicle saying that she was going to buy that top, I said,

“Sara, lover, would you go back in there, take your G-string off and give it to me?”

Sara looked me in the face, smiled, then turned and did just that. She was still smiling when she came out and handed me her G-string.

“Let’s go.” Sara said as she headed for the sales counter to pay for the top.

Outside the shop I asked,

“Aren’t you worried that someone might see your pussy up that very short dress, it only just covers your slit?”

“Nope, but if you see someone looking at me Dylan, please let me know.”

“So that you can tug your skirt down?”

“No, so that I can get turned-on knowing that they are looking at my pussy.”

I was almost speechless, but at the same time, horny as hell.

“Like the top on me did you Dylan? I saw you and that other guy watching me.”

“So that’s why you didn’t properly close the curtain Sara?”

“Maybe.”



“Well Sara, this is a side of you that I haven’t seen before.”

“Is it a problem for you Dylan?”

“Hell no, I like a girl who’s confident enough to show lots of skin and gets turned-on by people seeing it.”

“Good.” Sara replied.

“So, are you going to wear that top to the party Sara, it’s not too revealing for you is it?”

“Yes, no, although I think that I should probably wear a skirt with it.”

“You’d go to a party wearing just that top Sara?”

“Yes, if you told me to Dylan, and by the look of the front of your jeans I can see that you are considering it.”

“Wow Sara, you are amazing, you’d really go to a party wearing just that top if I asked you to?”

“No, not asked me, told me that you wanted me to go wearing just this top.”

“Wouldn’t you be too embarrassed?”

“I would be horribly embarrassed, but if you told me to then I would do it.”

“Come on Sara, we’re going to a coffee shop, we need to talk.”

We sat at a table outside the coffee shop and I decided to test Sara,

“Uncross your knees and spread them Sara.”

Sara looked at me, smiled and spread her knees wide enough for anyone passing by to see her bald pussy.

I smiled as I saw a slightly nervous smile of Sara’s face, her making no attempt to close her knees.

In the short time that we’d been dating I’d got the impression that Sara really liked me and would do almost anything to please me, but this was a dream come true. This girl had put on a show for me, and a stranger, and was now, after a simple request, displaying her bald pussy for anyone to see, and she had a lustful expression on her face.

“Sara,” I asked, “are you happy? I’m asking because you’ve displayed your naked body in a shop, to me and to a stranger, your walking around a shopping centre in a dress that’s so short that you could easily be showing your bare butt and pussy to the whole world, your nipples are threatening to drill their way out of that dress, and to top all that, you’re sat here with your pussy on display for the world to see. Why are you doing this?”

“Are you upset with me Dylan?”

“Hell no, I love it, but why are you doing it?”

“Because I want to, I need to be seen naked, I need people to lust after me, I need to know that my body has made men hard, and I enjoy doing it. It makes me all horny and I feel safe doing it with you near me, and I’ll do anything for you Dylan.”

Wow, I was stunned, I’d really hit the jackpot with this girl, a real hottie who would do anything for me. I decided to test her,

“Slide your butt to the front edge of the chair and lean back Sara.”

Sara did.

“Spread your knees wider.”

Sara did, and I could see her open pussy lips and her juices seeping out of her hole and creeping down to her butt hole. I looked around and was disappointed that no one was staring at her although I did see one guy do a double take.

“Okay Sara, sit up and finish your coffee, we have to get back to your flat, I need to fuck your brains out.”

Sara’s coffee was finished before mine and she got to her feet. She was just stood there, right in front of the still sat me, waiting for me to finish. She had made no attempt to pull her dress down and I could just see the end of her clit and her wet inner thighs.

“I’m in heaven.” I thought as I gulped the rest of my coffee down then got to my feet.

We almost ran back to Sara’s room and we didn’t get off her bed until it was dark and time to get ready to go to the party, although we did manage to talk a little as we rested between rounds.

Sara again confessed that she loved to be told to do sexy things, and that she got a real buzz from people seeing her naked body, and she just about begged me to keep telling her what to wear and what to do. Again, Sara said that she felt safe deliberately exposing herself with me around.

“What about accidental exposures Sara. If you’re going to let me tell you what to wear you do realise that I’ll have you wearing very short skirts and no knickers most of the time?”

“I hope that you will lover, and if someone sees my pussy without me me knowing then it’s their lucky day. If I do know that they’ve seen me and you’re not around I’ll make a judgement call as to what to do but it will probably mean that I’ll let them have another or a better look assuming that that is that okay with you Dylan.”

Well, that confession got me hard again and it wasn’t until after we’d fucked again that I could reply to her, me telling her that I would be honoured to expose her, and tell her what to wear, and what not to wear whenever she wanted, with just one proviso, that she had a safe word that she could use anytime that she wanted, and I would immediately remove any current restrictions on her.

After some thought Sara chose the word ‘rhubarb’.

We hugged and fucked again before both of us going into her little, one person shower and washing all the sweat and love juices off each other.

*****

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Going to our first party together.

I helped Sara blow-dry her hair and told her that she was too beautiful to wear any make-up before deciding on what she would wear to the party.

Sara said that she was pleased with my choices, her new top, a very short, floaty skirt and her wedge heels.

The party was in another students accommodation block just down the road, and I told her not to hold her skirt down if the wind blew it up, and not to cover her nipples if one escaped when she did any sharp turns.