The night was long with sex and sleep. The morning was shorter, as Jonas and Leigh woke up close to lunch time, and chose to cuddle and make out in bed instead.

There were no fantasies coming true in that time, not really. It was just two people enjoying their lust for each other.

It was all wonderful, and strange, and through it all Leigh never had a moment alone with her thoughts. And she needed one, so when Jonas asked her to join him in the shower, she refused, saying she just wanted to stretch in bed for a bit.

What were they doing?

Well, aside from the obvious. But this was big. What was happening to them would change their lives, their relationship, regardless of what happened afterward. And Leigh had no clue of what she wanted to happen afterward. She wanted him, wanted to be friends with him, wanted to leave, wanted to stay. She felt at home with him, but it all still felt wrong in a way she couldn’t describe. And a few moments alone might not be enough to work it all out, but she certainly wouldn’t be able to do it while they were together. Because all she could think when she was with Jonas was ‘more’.

“Are you hungry?” he asked as he left the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel and his body with fresh air. “It’s a bit late for lunch, but we could have some early dinner…”

Leigh smiled at him. She couldn’t help it if she tried. Her eyes locked onto his, just to avoid lingering on his toned, dripping body.

“I’m a bit peckish, but I can wait a while.”

“Well, good. Because we’ve got plans.”

“We do?”

“Yes.” He left the room. After a few minutes, Leigh almost got up and followed him, but he returned soon after, carrying a big box.

“What’s that?” Leigh asked. “Is it cake? I like cake.”

“It’s not cake,” he said as he set it on the bed next to her. “It’s the first thing we’ll need for tonight’s fantasy.”

Leigh was intrigued. Of everything she had shared with Jonas, she couldn’t think of any fantasy that would require something so big that needed a box that size. But when she moved to open it, he stopped her.

“Not yet. Go take a shower first.”

“Oh, come on.”

“Go.” He laughed. “The box will wait. Everything will be ready for you when you come out.”

She sighed and did as he told her.

The warm water from the shower felt good and relaxing on her skin. But even as her body relaxed, her mind was racing again. She wanted to think about the future, about what was going to happen to her and Jonas’ friendship, and everything else.

Yet her mind was on that box. She had no clue what it could contain, none at all. But it was making her horny just thinking about it.

The shower was rushed, and the drying was only partly done when she left the bathroom.

Jonas was standing there, looking dashing and delicious in a bespoke tuxedo. On the bed was a long burgundy cocktail dress.

“We’re going somewhere?” she asked, rubbing her head with her towel.

“It’s all part of the setting for your next fantasy. Put on the dress?”

“Okay.” Leigh looked around the room for a moment. “Haven’t you forgotten something?”

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t. Trust me, I thought this through.”

“Yeah, I kind of doubt that you did. But there’s something missing.”

He looked genuinely puzzled. “What?”

“The underwear, silly. Where is it?”

He let out a laugh.

“I didn’t forget that. You just won’t need it tonight.”

“What do you mean, I won’t need underwear?”

Considering what they were doing, and the fact that Leigh was now so comfortable with her body around Jonas that she didn’t give a second thought to standing in front of him naked like she was now, not wearing underwear didn’t much bother her. But the dress had a cleavage deep enough to reach her solar plexus, and a huge slit halfway between the front and the side. If they were going somewhere, she definitely didn’t like the possibility of her breasts popping out, or someone getting a peek at her pussy.

Then again, maybe they were going somewhere where that kind of thing was appropriate.

“There’s something else, too,” he said. “There’s a present for you on the vanity.”

She looked and saw a velvet box atop the vanity. When she opened it, she was treated to the sight of an elaborate emerald neckless, a circle of green stones framed by white gold with a larger stone hanging in the front, along with a matching bracelet.

“Jonas, I don’t— I, I can’t take this. This is too much—”

“You can and you will. You’re mine now, remember? I just thought of you when I saw it, and couldn’t help myself. And frankly, I saw no reason why I should.”

She was still admiring the jewels when she felt him approach her from behind. Her head tilted back to look at him. Their faces approached, their lips connected. The kiss grew hotter and more ardent, and as good as Jonas looked in his tuxedo, Leigh wanted to pull it off him and do him right there on the floor, fuck him hard and ride him for all he’s worth until he begged her for mercy.

Then he ended the kiss.

“I’m heading to the main deck. The boat should be arriving any moment now.”

“The boat? There’s another boat?”

“Well, yes. This one is where we play, the other one’s our transportation. We need to get to where we’re going somehow, right?”

He left the room without waiting for an answer.

Leigh sighed. She still couldn’t figure out what fantasy was coming next. None of her fantasies involved fancy clothes and expensive jewelry.

She put on the dress and the jewels, and looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn’t vain or narcissistic, by any means. But she looked good. Damn good. All that was missing was some light make-up to accentuate her features.

The very moment she said it, her eyes landed on a tiny make-up box tucked into the corner of the vanity. It was from her favorite makeup brand, as were the tones.

Jonas thought of everything, it seemed.

A few minutes later, she was walking out to the boat deck. Jonas turned and saw her.

Leigh wasn’t sure, but it looked like he lost his breath for a second or two.

“You—You’re so beautiful…”

Leigh surprised herself by feeling self-conscious, with the warm cheeks to match.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she said. In fact, she knew he did. She had seen him do it often enough. But he had always meant it, just as he had always been sincere in the few times he tried to stick to a relationship, to the point that he was always the last one to see it would never work out.

The warmth on Leigh’s face was suddenly balanced by a chill in her stomach.

“So where’s the boat?” Leigh asked.

Jonas managed to take his eyes off her, and pointed to the sea. A few seconds later, a small motor boat came into view as it sped towards them. It stopped next to their ship a scant few minutes later.

They boarded the motor boat. Leigh was worried she’d get her dress wet from the splashes, but she needn’t have, as the trip towards shore was considerably slower than she expected.

Jonas sat next to her holding her hand for the whole trip. Like he always did when he was with someone.

Those someones never stuck around long. Truth was, Jonas wasn’t a one-woman kind of man. He was always honest and faithful, but whenever he tried to tie himself down to anyone, he’d soon get bored, and the relationship would be over in a matter of months. Amicably, but over regardless.

That didn’t make it any easier for Leigh to think about their future.

When the boat got to shore, a black limousine awaited them.

“Come on, Jonas. Where are we going?” Leigh asked as they sat inside the limo, somehow even more luxurious than she expected it to be. “And what fantasy are we doing?”

“Are you sure you want me to tell you in advance? It might spoil some of the fun.”

She was definitely sure. As much fun as it all had been, Leigh was starting to get a bit annoyed with not knowing what Jonas had planned.

“Yes. Please. Tell me.”

He leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“Public sex.”

His hand cupped her breast over her dress, and the combination of the words, the touch, and the warm breath in her ear made her gasp.

“You always wanted to be fucked in public, right?” he continued, his hand now going inside her cleavage and teasing her nipple. “Well, tonight you’ll get the chance.”

Leigh found herself rubbing her thighs together in sync with her fondling. God, she wanted him so much. And she realized now that she had always wanted him, the lust had always been there. It was the friendship that kept it at bay, because Leigh couldn’t make herself quit one for the other.

But that choice had been taken away from her, and right now she couldn’t give less of a shit.

Her breath sped up as he kissed her neck and nibbled her earlobe, his hand grabbing her tit hard. Her hand went to his lap, and she felt his bulge under his pants, the tent somehow still fitting in with the tuxedo.

Then she glanced up, and noticed the division between the driver and passenger compartments was open.

And the driver was looking at them through the mirror.

A chill went up Leigh’s spine. Shame, lust, worry that they might crash, it all threatened to overwhelm her.

But as her eyes locked with the drivers’, she didn’t look away.

“Open your legs,” Jonas said. “I want to see how wet you are.”

She hesitated. Was she really going to expose herself to someone she had never seen before? And in fact could barely see now? Jonas was one thing, but the driver?

The warm feeling going from the pit of her stomach down to her lower region have her the answer. She wanted to.

Her legs parted. Her eyes never left the driver, who was glancing back every chance he could.

Jonas' hand caressed her tight, slowly working her way up to her pussy. Her body was shaking. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been so turned on.

His hand reached its destination, and he fondled her.

“My my. You are wet.”

“You do this to me…” Did he know, though? Did he notice the way the driver was watching them, and the effect it was having on her? Was it all part of his plan, or was it just something that happened? Something that she surrendered to? Something just hers?

“I’m glad.” His finger inched up inside her. Leigh let out a loud moan, biting her lip to keep from screaming.

The driver adjusted the rearview mirror. Leigh smiled at him.

Gently, Jonas rubbed her clit. His experience with it was limited, and Leigh was pretty sure she hadn’t been clear on the subject, but he already knew exactly how to touch her there. He was every bit the lover she had expected him to be.

“Take out your breasts,” he said. “I want you to play with them.”

Leigh did so. With that dress, it was easy. She teased her nipples, played with them. Squeezed her tits just right. All the while, Jonas was masturbating her. He couldn’t take her eyes off her. She made it a point to return the look, watching the driver only out of the corner of her eye.

Jonas’ finger went back inside, this time harder and faster. Pretty soon he was finger fucking her with gusto, and she fondled herself with equal lust. This was her pleasure, all hers, and she abandoned all pretense of not looking at the man in the front seat. She felt her juices dripping down her thighs and onto the seat, and she loved that the driver was watching all of it.

Then the car slowed down, and she heard the breaks. Finally, the driver spoke. “We have arrived, sir.”

As the car pulled over, Jonas took out his finger, bringing it to Leigh’s lips. She smiled and wrapped her lips around it, tasting herself on it as she sucked it. Her head bobbed, like she was giving it a blow job, and once again she looked towards the driver. She could see the lust in his eyes.

“Time to go,” Jonas said.

“But—”

“Shhhh. Trust me, Leigh. Reality will be better than your fantasy. I promise.”

Jonas opened his door as Leigh composed herself. The driver's eyes were still on her as Jonas opened her door for her, and she left.

She wondered if he would be there when they returned, and decided that whatever happened, she was grateful for those furtive glances.

The car had stopped in front of what looked like an old luxury hotel. Leigh didn’t recognize it, so had no clue where they actually were. To her surprise, she didn’t much care.

They walked inside. The reception confirmed it was a hotel. They walked passed it, with Jonas and the concierge exchanging nods.

In front of them was a pair of velvet curtains, and as they passed them, they found themselves in a large hall filled with dinner tables. At the end of the hall was a stage with a podium to the side of it.

“It’s for charity”, Jonas whispered as he guided her towards a table for two. “You’ll never believe who’s actually put this together.”

“Who?” she asked, sitting down, and feeling her thighs still wet from her juices.

“Drake.”

She actually laughed. “Drake? Charity? Are you kidding me?”

“Nope. I think it’s some sort of tax benefit.”

“Yeah, that would explain it.” She paused. “He doesn’t know we’re here, does he?”

Jonas shrugged. “Maybe. But I don’t think he cares, our money is as good as anyone else’s.”

Our money, Jonas said. Like his money was hers. Like they were together already. Were they, though? Did she even want that? Yes, she lusted for him. And there was a special connection between them, that was undeniable. But how special was it? Was it enough to cement a real relationship?

A waiter appeared out of nowhere, filling their glasses with red wine. She hadn’t seen Jonas order it, or even call the waiter. And she certainly hadn’t. Maybe it was a fixed menu. Or maybe, like almost everything else, Jonas had planned it and decided for her.

Leigh looked around. The room was full of middle-aged men and women.

“Who are these people?” she asked.

He shrugged as he took a sip of his wine. “I don’t know. Rich people, I suppose. I’ve never seen them before in my life.” His mischievous grin appeared again. “I don’t expect we’ll see them ever again, either.”

“Jonas…Why are we here?”

“This event is part one of your public fantasy. They’ll do loads of speeches, waste a lot of our time… And we’ll see what we do then.”

“Part one? What about… What happened in the car?” she asked, still remembering the lust in the driver’s eyes.

“That was an appetizer,” he said. And as if on cue, waiters placed appetizers in front of them. “Come on, let’s enjoy the meal, okay?”

An appetizer. So he knew. In fact, he most likely planned for it, too. Leigh felt deflated. She had no problem with the fact that Jonas knew about her exposing herself to the driver. She had no reason or desire to hide it from him. But if he had planned it… It was something more that he did, not her. It was something else under his control. It cheapened it, and she felt part of her horniness drain away.

She looked around again. A lot of men were looking her way. Even the waiters seemed to frequently stare at her cleavage. Apparently, they liked what they saw. She smiled.

How will it feel when Jonas does whatever it is he has planned, she wondered. She didn’t even know what it would be, but still electricity coursed through her body at the thought, her pussy clenching, and her clit tingling, just desperate to be touched, just from vague anticipation.

Her thighs felt wet again.

The meal had four dishes, all of them small and delicious. There was a long wait between the dishes, though, as the same dish was served to everyone as close to simultaneous as possible.

When dinner was finally done, the waiters came and gave paddles with numbers to every table. All over the hall, there were sounds of chair dragging, as everyone turned themselves to face the stage.

Both Jonas and Leigh had their sides to the stage, so both turned their chairs until they were next to each other.

Jonas leaned in to whisper in Leigh’s ear.

“Stay as close to me as you can, and keep looking at the men who look at you. Keep your legs open. I want full access.”

Leigh felt herself shiver, and did as he told her.

The lights dimmed as a partly bald middle aged man stepped onto the stage. Items were carried up by the men previously serving as waiters.

As the man started to describe the item for sale (a painting of some sort), Jonas cupped Leigh’s breast. He fondled it, feeling its weight, rubbing her nipple with his thumb and feeling it harden. He made no attempt to be discreet about what he was doing, and the brazenness of it startled her. But the lust was growing stronger, and she enjoyed it.

Her eyes kept scanning the room, hoping to catch someone watching. No one was. Before she could stop herself, she found herself moaning audibly, and realized she did it on purpose.

A passing waiter noticed and looked, almost losing his step. Leigh smiled at him, as Jonas opened up her dress and exposed her breasts.

The waiter stumbled along his way, making a noticeable effort not to look back.

“Think he liked what he saw?” Jonas asked.

“Yeah…”

“Did you like that he saw?”

“Yes…”

“I’m glad.” He was fondling both her breasts now, sending waves of excitement all over her body.

A man passed by and spotted Leigh’s exposed tits. He stopped there, slackjawed. Leigh gave him her most lascivious smile. Meanwhile, the waiter that had seen her before kept going back and forth, trying to watch as much as he could while still pretending to do his job. He wasn’t the only one, either. Several waiters had been moving around, all of them going out of their way to pass Leigh’s table. Including a beautiful young woman that visibly slowed down and panted when Jonas decided to suckle on Leigh’s nipple. Meanwhile, the man that passed them by before had moved to a closer table that had been empty, presumably to get a better view.

It was all amazing. Public sex had always been of the things Leigh had most wished she had the courage to try, and now that she was, even if she hadn’t gone all the way yet… All the attention… It was all she could have hoped for, and she wanted more.

An older man at a nearby table caught Leigh’s eye. She hadn’t noticed him before, but he was watching her attentively, and she spotted a telling bulge in his pants. She smiled at him, and he licked his lips while he ran his hand over his fabric covered cock.

Meanwhile, Jonas sat back up, looking around. He spotted the attention they were getting. The men tried looking away, but their heads kept turning back in Leigh’s direction. Jonas just smiled at them, and nodded.

Since he had stopped playing with them, Leigh palmed her exposed breasts, fondling them vigorously. The waiters kept passing them slowly, and she made it a point to lock eyes with each and every one of them. The young woman was the only one with the courage to smile back. Leigh loved the feel of their eyes on her, and she was getting more and more drenched.

Then she heard a chair dragging. The older man had joined their table, sitting at the side where Jonas had eaten dinner. Then the man on her side, the one that had moved to the empty table, came to sit next to Leigh. And he brought a woman with him, maybe his wife, maybe just his companion for the night. Didn’t matter anyway. They didn’t say a word, but as far as Leigh was concerned, they were more than welcome.

The auction went on. Leigh had no idea how many pieces had been sold, or who had bought them. She had given herself completely to the feeling of being watched, of sharing her pleasure with others, of taking off layers of masks and false safety she had built up for years, and just surrendering to her lustful desires.

She felt Jonas’ hand moving on her leg. Hopefully, he would finish the job it started in the limo.

He ran his fingers across her labia, getting them drenched in her juices. Then he took them off and showed them to their audience. Some of them actually gasped. Leigh wished the men watching her would actually take off their cocks and jerk off. She wanted to see how far her effect on them went. She was at least pretty sure they wanted to, even if they weren’t comfortable doing it.

The young woman waiter had actually sat down on a now empty table. For a moment, Leigh was worried she’d endanger her job. Then she saw her teasing her nipples over her shirt and rubbing her legs together to relieve the tension within. Leigh figured she no longer cared.

The woman at her table finally reached for her man’s cock, rubbing it over his pants.

Meanwhile, Jonas went back to her pussy, rubbing her clit at a constantly changing speed. Then he put a finger inside her while keeping his thumb on her clit. She moaned loudly and didn’t care at all.

Yet it apparently wasn’t as loud as it sounded to her, because aside from the people that were already watching, no one else seemed to notice. That was okay. Leigh was happy with her current audience. She found herself wondering how they would look naked. At least one of the waiters would be a pleasant sight. He looked pretty in shape, and the bulge in his pants seemed pretty yummy too. The thought of having that cock in her mouth, of sucking him off while Jonas fucked her from behind in full view of everyone else made her lick her lips and drove all the way up to the edge.

Jonas must have felt it, because he sped up his finger fucking. She wanted it. She wanted to come, yet she didn’t want it to be over, not yet.

Everyone at the table was touching themselves or having someone touch them now. And they were all looking at her. Leigh grinned.

Then the shivers came and the pressure inside her pussy built up. Jonas slowed down, but inserted another finger, and Leigh couldn’t hold back any longer. She let it all out, all her pleasure, all her juices, all her moans, in one huge climax.

She came so hard she couldn’t even move her head.

When she did open her eyes, God know how long after, Jonas was covering her up. A few more heads had turned her way. She welcomed them. She wanted more attention, more lustful eyes on her. She wanted her pleasure to be seen.

Instead, Jonas made her get up and pulled her by the hand.

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen,” he said as they headed towards the exit. “I hope you enjoyed yourselves. I know we certainly enjoyed you.”

And with that, regardless of what Leigh wanted, they left.