1. My Boyfriend likes to expose me - Part 19


    Date: 8/26/2016, Categories: Fiction, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Humiliation, Reluctance, Written by women, Author: vanessa.evans, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    instead I just threw them into my bag. I could feel my pussy tingling and getting even wetter as I got naked and delved into my bag for the shorts and string vest. The shorts were tighter than the jeans and the balls pressed harder on my pussy. Ryan was ready before me and joked saying, “Come on bro, you don’t usually take this long. Tell you what; I’ll go and get the squash rackets and I’ll meet you at the courts.” My brain was screaming, “No, no, please don’t leave me.” But he did. He left me to finish getting dressed and put our bags in a locker. As I turned to sit on the bench to put my trainers on I couldn’t help looking at a man walking out of the shower. He was totally naked and carrying his towel. I quickly looked down and fastened my trainers. As I stood up I could feel my hard nipples pushing their way through holes in the string vest. Putting the bags in a locker I glanced at the men again and saw that two of them had man boobs bigger than my tiny tits. As I walked to the door it burst open and three more men came in. All three totally ignored me. There were quite a few people milling around on the way to the squash courts and I got a little more confident when none of them stared at me. Ryan was waiting for me outside one of the squash courts; one that had a glass back so that people walking by or sitting on the seats could watch the play. I sarcastically thanked Ryan for getting us a court with a glass back as we entered. Ryan worked me hard and had me running ...
    around quite a lot. Those damn golf balls didn’t help me either. After about fifteen minutes Ryan stopped and took his shirt off. “Come on bro, you too.” I glared at Ryan but his face told me that he was serious; so I put the racket down and pulled the string vest off. I was topless on a squash court with the occasional person walking by. I threw the vest towards Ryan’s shirt as he started play again. Again, Ryan pushed me and it wasn’t long before I forgot that I was topless; but I couldn’t forget those damn balls. How do you men cope? Finally, our time was up and two men were stood outside, watching and waiting for us to finish. Ryan picked up both tops and walked to the door. I was about to ask for the vest but stopped myself just in case my voice gave me away. I’d already decided that if possible, I wasn’t going to let anyone hear me talk; even if that meant people seeing me topless. At least that way I could probably get away with being the pretence. Ryan led me to back to the reception area and then gave me his racket and the ball and told me to go and hand them in. I was still topless (so was Ryan) and I was nervous as hell as I walked up to the man. He looked up at me and asked which court. In my deepest voice I gave him the number and the rackets and ball. He just turned and walked to the racks. Ryan had already told me that we’d go swimming next but he kept us in the reception area while he got a couple of cans out of the vending machine. We stood there drinking as ...
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