1. A Public Sexual Relation


    Date: 2/10/2016, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: NancyAllbright, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    I have always been an exhibitionist. My mother loves to regale the story of how at two years old at my weekly ballet lessons, I would literally fight to be at the front. At secondary school after P.E I was never one of those who cowered beneath their towel dreading the communal shower. I would strip right down and run straight in because I wasn’t ashamed of my body and I couldn’t see why anyone should be ashamed of theirs but each to their own I suppose. However as I got older, my exhibitionist tendencies started to infiltrate my many sexual encounters. I love fucking outside and when the craze of dogging erupted I was beside myself with excitement. However, Daryl, my boyfriend at the time wasn’t quite as enamoured by the whole thing. He thought I was weird so unfortunately I had to let him go, who wants to be with someone who a) only likes missionary position and making love and b) couldn’t talk dirty if Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory depended on it. So, when I met Andrew on a night out and after I had tied him up and fucked him all night, he divulged to me his biggest fantasy, I was determined to make it all come true. It was Andrew’s fantasy that gave me one of the biggest orgasms I’d had in a while. I’d also had a dream that involved me, Andrew and a double ended dildo so you can imagine what kind of sexually frustrated state I was in. So it was this particular morning that I decided we would both reenact Andrews fantasy for real. I rummaged through my bedside drawer ...
    and pulled out a pair of stockings. I checked they have no ladders or holes before searching around for my suspender belt. I decided to wear a pair of red crotch less knickers with a black ribbon on the front. I negotiated my breasts into place in my black bra to create a nice cleavage before deciding on what outfit I was going to wear. In the end I plumped for my black, pencil skirt and red blouse. I left a few buttons undone so my cleavage was visible. I carefully applied my make up before slapping on my obligatory red lipstick that I wore especially for sucking cock. I sprayed on Chanel Number Five perfume, gave myself the once over in the mirror before setting off on my mission. I entered the shopping centre where the twinkling lights reflected upon the shiny tiled floor, which looked like an accident waiting to happen, as I tottered over them in my three inch red stilettos. I had always been unsteady on my feet at the best of times and the fact that the shopping centre was teeming with people didn’t help matters at all. Why the fuck did people feel the need to do their Christmas so shopping early? I would have rather been asked to pour hot candle on my clitoris to be honest. In fact that was quite an appealing thought, I’d only ever had hot wax poured on my nipples and the guy had kept the mould of my nipples on his mantelpiece like some horny trophy for months. I walked across the centre until I reached the store where Andrew worked. I walked in and spotted Andrew folding ...
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