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This story was written for Gamerfox as part of my Patreon request days for the month of November. It contains F/Solo and M/F sex between consenting adults in a public place. :3

Seduction in the Sun

I should probably just stop hanging out with Becky.

Don't get me wrong, she's great. She's fun and funny, she's always ready to step up and do what's needed, and that typhlosion has a fiery confidence about her like no-one else I've ever met. But, in a way, that last part is the problem. Sometimes she's too confident. Sometimes she's so certain that she can do what she wants to do, whatever that may be, that she forgets there are rules that need to be followed. Societal constructs that people expect her to stick to. And, what's almost worse about it... so much of the time, she's so confident in what she does, so utterly unashamed, that she gets away with it. No-one stops her. No-one even tries. Least of all me.

Like, even yesterday. We were just hanging out. Just walking around town and chatting, when I made some comment about the weather starting to turn soon. Summer coming to an end and the cooler weather of fall starting to take its place. I say that to her, and all of a sudden she gets this look in her eye. She smiles at me, takes my hand, and asks me if I want to take a walk through the park, enjoy the sun and the warmth while it lasts. Needless to say, regardless of my answer, we were at the park barely ten minutes later. After that though, everything seemed fine at first. Becky slipped off her shoes and walked barefoot on the grass. She ran off to the edge of the park's little lake and sat on the bank, paddling and dipping her toes into the water. She walked along the flower beds, asking me if I knew what any of the flowers were. I didn't, but she didn't seem to mind, and honestly neither did I. It was actually kinda nice to be enjoying the greenery and the warm weather here, rather than strolling amidst the shops and having to talk louder over the noise of the crowded, more bustling streets. Sure, there were some other people around there too, all of them trying to enjoy the last of the summer sun just like we were. But it was still pretty peaceful.

We'd been there for almost an hour, having made a near complete circuit of the park and ending up on the opposite bank of the river on a lush stretch of sun-lit grass, when Becky began to... well, to be Becky. She started performing cartwheels on the grass, squealing and giggling as she went head over heels, legs flailing through the air, her red hair sweeping back and forth in a brilliant cascade and her skirt tumbling down over her torso to give me and the few other folks within the immediate area brief glimpses of her surprisingly sleek, silky black panties. Her cheeks flushed, and she stopped when I bashfully warned her about the show she was putting on. But the redness in her cheeks, the expression I saw in her eyes in that moment was all too familiar. It wasn't embarrassment. It wasn't nervousness. It was excitement.

"Well, since they've already seen them..."

She shrugged, and a moment later I was yelping, crying out in dismay and humiliation on Becky's behalf as without a second thought she unhooked her skirt and cast it aside onto the grass, unbuttoning her blouse and soon throwing that down to the ground alongside her lower garment. She stretched and lifted her arms up to the sky and the warm rays of the sun bathing the grass, bathing me, and of course bathing her now exposed body, flickers of ethereal flame beginning to rise from her the now bared fur of her shoulders. Needless to say I asked her what the hell she was doing...

"Uh, B-Becky, what are you...?"

...and just like her, she turned to me, smiled, stretched once again in a way that drew extra attention to her silky black bra and the ample mounds held within it, and answered like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Enjoying the sun. In fact, if you don't mind, I might lie down and sunbathe for a little bit. You should too, Drake."

Without waiting for my response, without a thought towards anyone else watching, staring... and indeed there were more than a few pairs of eyes upon us already, she began to cartwheel once again. Spinning and giggling her way out into the middle of the verdant grass, maximising her exposure to the sun before simply flopping down on her back and lying spread eagled, all four limbs stretched as far apart as they possibly could be from one another. She left me to gather up her clothes and walk, trembling with embarrassment, over to her. By the time I got there her eyes were already closed, the most contented, peaceful expression upon her face. And there she lay, motionless aside from the rise and fall of her chest and the occasional twitching and curling of her toes in the sunlight, for almost ten minutes.

By then, I was seated close by. I didn't take off my clothes. I didn't sunbathe. But as I sat there and tried not to look at her, as I glanced around the park, down to the lake and beyond, I couldn't help but realise that it really, really was a lovely day. And if indeed as I myself had said this was going to be one of the last super sunny, super warm days of the year... could I really blame Becky for wanting to soak up some rays?

Another five or ten minutes passed, by which time I was on my back. I hadn't taken my shirt off, but I'll admit to having opened up a few of the top buttons. My shoes were off too, resting alongside Becky's own, which I of course had been carrying since she first removed them. I was really starting to enjoy myself, to enjoy the peace and quiet of the park and the warmth of the sun as I basked in its rays. Loads of people assume that all umbreon like me are dark and edgy, that we like the night and moonlight and stuff. But shock, horror, we're not vampires. I like sunbathing just as much as the next pokemon. Well... unless the next pokemon is Becky, of course. It wasn't long after I started to truly relax that I realised I should probably thank her. That I should acknowledge that for all her thoughtless, boundless enthusiasm and confidence in the certainty of her own good ideas, this idea really had been a good one.

I turned my head towards her, and had to throw a hand over my muzzle to keep from howling in shameful humiliation once again as I saw Becky lying topless upon the grass, bra cast aside for goodness only knew how long already, and her legs raising up high into the air, stretched out purposefully above her as before my eyes she hooked her hands around the waist of her panties and tugged them up, up and up the length of her legs, peeling them away from her body and leaving herself totally naked just seconds later.

"Becky!"

I whimpered desperately under my breath.

"W-what the hell are you doing?!"

I knew the answer even before she said it of course, looking at me like I had just asked the dumbest question in the world and answering with a confused sincerity, genuinely not able to comprehend why I seemed so worried as I put forward that query.

"I'm sunbathing."

Her legs fell back down to the soft grass beneath us once more, spreading wide open once again just as they had last time. She balled up her panties in one hand and tossed them aside to join her bra, and her hands absently fell to her chest, beginning to fondle her large breasts, caressing the nipples gently between two digits. A soft, happy murmur escaped her lips as she arched her back, thrusting her chest, her belly and indeed her bare nether regions up towards the sun for a few moments in a deliciously satisfying stretch, and as she sank lazily back down to the grass yet again she continued to talk to me, eyes falling closed with contentment once again.

"You should take your clothes off too. The sun feels good on my pussy... I bet it'll feel even better on your cock."

I knew that if I said no, she'd respect it. Becky can be over eager. She can let her own confidence run away with her to pretty wild extremes, I hope I've already made that more than clear. But, she's still a good person. She'd never make me or anyone else do something they didn't want to do. Hell, that's the last thing she wants. I think basically everything Becky does, all the stuff she gets us into, comes from her wanting to have fun... and wanting those around her to enjoy themselves just as much as she enjoys herself so much of the time. So, all I had to say was no. All I had to say was that I didn't want to take my clothes off, and I knew that she would leave it there.

And yet...

"I... I s-shouldn't... people would see..."

She rolled over onto her side. She smiled at me, eyes sparkling playfully. That was when I knew I was doomed.

"So, let them see. I'll bet most of them have seen a cock before. And, if they haven't... yours would be a nice one to be their first. It's cute, the way it glows and stuff."

I groaned in shame, her comment on the glowing ring of flesh that wraps around the mid-point of my manhood reminding me of just how many times she had gotten me into situations just like this in the past. How many times I'd ended up naked, exposed and often horny in places I had no right to be any of those things, all because she'd done so first.

"C'mon..."

The typlosion's voice was so warm, so enthralling as she coaxed me out of my clothes.

"Get naked with me. Feel the sunshine. Feel the grass under your butt. Don't think about the people who might see. All the people.. s-staring at you. Watching. Getting so red in the face, s-so excited... horny... w-watching you lie there naked, like you don't even care..."

Even as she tried to convince me to get naked though, and even as she succeeded, my hands moving to unbutton my shirt the rest of the way before I even realised fully what they were doing, I could hear her voice changing. A more thick, sultry tone invading every word, and a slight ragged, breathless quality permeating the sounds that reached my ears. I had to move slightly, to shuffle and turn slightly away from Becky as I tugged my arms out of my shirt sleeves and cast the now limp, useless garment aside. By the time I looked back, Becky had a much more obviously lustful look upon her face, and I whimpered in aghast embarrassment and excitement all at once as I saw that her legs were now raised up, bent at the knee though still lewdly spread apart. Her hands, both of them, were already between those legs, and rather than gently teasing or softly, subtly stimulating herself, she was already in the midst of using the fingers of one hand to spread her pussy lips wide apart while three fingers of the other delved between them and began to tease their way into her already flushed, slightly damp looking nether regions.

"Be... ah... be naked with me, Drake..."

Becky moaned as she masturbated, a quick glance around noting at least five or six people within view, a couple of them having already stopped, staring out across the grass towards us in bashful disbelief beyond even my own. And yet by that point there was nothing I could do. For as confident as Becky is, I always find myself just as susceptible to that confidence. Enthralled, intoxicated by it. Or... or maybe that's just what I tell myself. Maybe it's not her confidence that intoxicates me so much as her body, and the thought of sharing that body with my own.

"Be horny with me..."

She coaxed and whimpered, fingers now buried to the second knuckle inside herself, thrusting, rubbing, stimulating her pussy as her toes curled and her feet drummed happily against the grass. Becky watched as I obeyed with nervous but desperate excitement of my own, lifting my own legs just as she had lifted hers and sliding off my trousers and my underwear all at once. I rendered myself naked in record time, and exposed every part of myself including my already rapidly hardening, glowing ringed cock.

"Oh, Drake..."

The typhlosion gasped at the sight of my cock, and moments later she was scrambling to her knees, leaning forward and swallowing my cock up within her muzzle before I could do anything more than throw back my head and stuff my fingers into my muzzle to keep myself from alerting the whole park to what was happening, and how incredible it felt. My head span as she sucked my cock. My vision blurred, though even through my hazy gaze I could still see figures standing some distance away on the pathways through the park that stretched around the grassy area on which we were resting. Standing and staring. Pointing. Some turning and walking away rather quickly, while others lingered or even began to step closer, trembling hands seeming to move towards their own crotches, their own trousers, dresses, or whatever other garments covered their loins.

I don't know how she does it. I don't know how she always knows just where to do it, just how to get away with it. I've never seen Becky get yelled at. Never seen her get chased out of a place or arrested or even chided for her actions, impossibly lewd and public as they have been on this and so many other occasions. And sure enough there in the park, just like all the other times she's found a totally valid reason to take off her clothes, expose herself and begin revelling in that exhibitionistic exposure, she got away with it too.

Within minutes she was astride me, whimpering, giggling, bouncing up and down upon my rock hard cock as I reached up and played with her bare breasts, jiggling and quivering before my eyes. She was shrieking, wailing in pleasure soon enough, and making me howl, making me shudder and thrash alongside her as we came together, my hot cum pouring into her depths as she clutched and squeezed and gushed around me. And as I lay spent, panting upon the grass and still enjoying the warmth of the summer sun bathing my bare, glowing ringed body, I could only watch, only stare in awe and embarrassment and wondrous disbelief as Becky crawled away from me, pussy still dripping with her juices and my overflowing cum, towards one of the others who had joined us on the grass. Towards another woman, a charmeleon, keeling close by and whimpering bashfully as she fingered herself under the fabric of her dress.

By the time they lay together in a rapt sixty-nine, muzzles buried in one another's pussies and gurgling cries erupting from both the fire type pokemon, there must have been five or six other people resting around us on the grass in various states of undress and sexual excitement. By the time Becky rolled off of the charmeleon, their faces beaming and soaking wet, muzzles dripping as they panted and giggled, several other couples had already paired off and were eagerly humping away on the grass themselves in a variety of positions. It didn't take long for her to find a willing and still solitary male though, a sandslash who lay upon his back and gleefully allowed her to straddle his face for a minute or two before crawling down to slide his cock into her and begin to fuck feverishly.

I kept watching until I was hard again, and only stopped when I felt a muzzle wrap around the cock I had been idly toying with. I reached down and began stroking the lopunny's ears as though it was the most natural thing in the world, and groaned happily as I watched her face contort in pleasure around my erection, a plump, giggling lickitung doing what she did best behind the bunny pokemon's quivering, cute cottontail and rounded buttocks.

I wish I could say that was the first orgy I'd gotten into because of Becky, or that I suspected it would be the last. Though, the more I think about it, the more I can't help but admit that I don't actually wish that at all, much as I should. See... this is why I said what I said right at the start. Why I should probably stop hanging out with Becky.

It's not that she's a bad person, far from it. And it's not that I don't like what she does, or what I do when I'm around her. Quite the opposite. I... I like it probably too much, actually. I like it so much, I think I might actually be starting to pick places for us to hang out that I hope will get her going. That I hope will make her excited enough to start doing stuff, and to start me doing stuff, even though I'm way too scared, way too nervous to ever just take the risk and start doing those things myself.

Oh god.

Oh, god. She's here.

"Drake! Hi!"

She rushes up to me. She hugs me, tenderly, innocently, for now.

"H-hey, Becky. You ready?"

She giggles happily, nods, and lifts the bag slung over her shoulder.

"Yup, got my towel and my bikini here. I'm so glad you invited me along. I've been waiting for a chance to visit the hot springs with someone for months!"

Oh god. What have I done?

I really, really... really should stop hanging out with Becky.

But, until I do...

"Uh... a-actually, Becky... about the bikini. The hot springs are actually... clothing optional. J-just in case that's something... y'know... that you'd be more comfortable with."

I see her eyes widen, and her cheeks flush with intense excitement for just a split-second or so. Then she beams, and she giggles gleefully as right there on the street, in front of the entrance to the hot springs facility and the two dozen or so people waiting with us as they prepare to open for the day, she begins to take off her clothes.

By Jeeves

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