“That was fucking amazing. That turned me on so much. I’m drenched.”
“I know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cum that hard.”
“Some people are turned off because I sometimes squirt when I cum but I love it when I do.”
“Honey, so do I. It turns me on so much when you cover me with your cum.”
“Have I ever told you about how I came to like to show myself off?”
“No, but damn I love that you do.”
“It started pretty young for me. I suppose it does for a lot of people but I can remember the exact moment like it was just yesterday. I was still in the ninth grade and as you know I moved around a lot as a kid. My parents were like gypsies, never happy to settle in one place for too long. As soon as anything went wrong, no matter how minor, it was like the place was spoiled for them and they couldn’t wait to get out of there. In the end it was like they went looking for reasons to move on.
I can honestly say that I only ever completed a whole year in one school. That was the ninth grade for me. It was always tough to break into some of the friendships that had been going for years so I was pretty much always the outsider. I started the year and despite thinking because it was the start of the year it might be easier for me to make some friends, I once again found myself on the outside. After the first week I still hadn’t found anyone who wanted to talk to me. I wasn’t the outgoing, confident person I appear to be now, well not until that year anyway.”
“It must have been so lonely for you.”
“When that’s been your whole life it’s not so bad because you don’t really know what you are missing out on. It’s far worse once you’ve had a good friend and you get dragged away from that. I found that out later on.”
“Yeah I guess so. Just seems like an incredibly lonely childhood.”
“Anyway I got into the habit of sitting on the swings during recess and lunch time because it was as good a way as any to pass time. I noticed a boy sitting over next to a wooden fence just sitting there watching me as I swang back and forth and I immediately recognized a fellow loner. He was staring at me and I felt compelled to just stare right back. It was in no way awkward like you might expect, just two kindred spirits who recognized each other.
Now you need to understand that I was quite shy at that age so I would normally look away or go somewhere else but something was telling me that I should stay. It was, as they say, a pivotal moment in my life. I know it doesn’t sound like much, two kids staring at each other across a school yard but there was something galvanising in that moment.
Once we had sized each other up for a few moments I noticed his gaze wander down my body. I was slowly swinging back and forth and I looked down my body to see what he was looking at. My legs would tuck in underneath me as I created the momentum to go backwards then swing out and apart slightly as I went forward. I noticed the hem of my school dress would flip up momentarily as the breeze from the forward motion came in beneath it. At first I was confused as to why he would want to look there, then it dawned on me, I was shocked.
Part of me was saying that I should be angry or upset and words like pervert and dirty floated into my mind but that all felt like someone else’s thoughts. Not my own. These were the thoughts that adults wanted me to think. All of this flashed through my mind at the speed of light.
The whole thought process lasted as long as one back and one forward swing. Just as shocking to me was the thought that followed. I wanted him to look. I took a look around the yard at the other kids but they were all wrapped up in their own worlds, completely oblivious to what was going on right under their noses the way that kids do. I realised that no one could tell what was happening except for the two of us and it was exciting having that hidden intimacy for the first time.
I moved my legs a little further apart and slid forward on the seat of the swing a little more. He was still staring at my crotch but I saw a smile cross his face. So I knew. I knew that was what he was looking at and I knew that I really wanted him to look, although why a boy would want to look at girls undies was not something I could have explained. What I did know was that it made me excited.
My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavy, the same way I had when I went on the rides at the carnival for the first time. My face felt hot and I never wanted that feeling to stop. But then the bell went, calling us back in to class. I was crestfallen. I wanted to be on that swing for the rest of my days.
Everyone started heading back to class and I watched as he stood up. I had started to drag my feet on the ground with each pass to slow myself down and that was when for the first time in my life I felt the power.”
“What power? What do you mean?”
Sarah laughed.
“The power a woman has over a man. As he stood up I saw for the first time in my life a hard cock. Sure it was still in his pants but it was sticking out at right angle from his body and a part of me felt a real sense of pride because I knew that somehow I had caused that to happen. When he grabbed hold of it to force it into a more comfortable position I felt that now familiar tingling for the first time in my life.”
“Wow! Really?”
“Yep.
“Was that much later?”
“Lunch time the same day.”
Sarah was laughing but I’m not sure if she was laughing at the situation or my shock.
“So what happened?”
“Well I went in to class and sat down but immediately I felt uncomfortable. I couldn’t sit still and spent the whole class squirming. The weird thing is I kept swinging from enjoying the sensation to not liking it because I felt like I had wet my pants. I couldn’t wait for the bell to ring because the teacher was a real painful old biddy and she wouldn’t let anyone go to the toilet during class.
Finally the bell rang and I dived out the door. Normally I would be one of the last out the door but not that day. I flew down the corridor and straight to the toilets. I pulled my panties down and sure enough there was a wet spot on them but strangely they didn’t smell like I had peed my pants. I just didn’t understand what was happening. I cleaned myself up with toilet paper and thought; what the hell do I do with these wet panties? I considered all kinds of things from running home to get changed, sneaking back in to the school bags and hiding them in my bag or throwing them in the bin. All of these things would have undoubtedly have got me caught so I did the only sensible thing I could think of. I flushed them.
Turns out that wasn’t so great for the old plumbing in the school but by the time it was a problem no blame could be passed on to me.
I burst out laughing imagining some plumber fishing a pair of undies from the pipe.
“Anyway, I returned to where the swings were and sure enough, there he was, in the same spot he had been in earlier. Now there was quite an internal battle going on inside of me now. The part of me that was saying, “Don’t get in trouble,” was furiously pointing out the fact that I had no panties on. Strangely enough, the part of me that wanted to feel that same excitement again was also pointing out that I had no panties on. I looked across at my friend and he was sitting there looking hopefully at me.
I was standing there completely undecided. The thing that tipped the scales for me was the memory of him adjusting himself before we went back to class. Just that memory alone made me tingle again and raised my pulse rate. That was all it took, just a memory. I sat gingerly on the swing and started off with a very slow swing and when I looked across at him he smiled at me and I could see the same look of excitement on his face that I had felt earlier. I slowly increased my pace until I could feel the hem of my dress start to flip a bit. I had never been so excited in my life. It felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest and by the look on his face he felt the same way.
All my inhibitions flew out the window right then as I slowly began to part my legs to show him what I had never shown anyone else before. His eyes were nearly bulging out of his head and he kept looking around to make sure no one else could see but I had reached the point where I wanted the whole world to see. Never had I felt so excited, so free.”
“Holy shit!”
“Yep, nothing more ever really came of that because he moved to a different school not long after and I just never had that same connection with anyone else there. It wasn’t until much later after I had finished with school that I was brave enough to explore it further. Or should I say that the need to expose myself to a stranger got the better of me.”
“What happened?”
“I had a license but I couldn’t afford to buy a car so I was stuck using public transport. At first I was really bummed out about it but it wasn’t long before I discovered a plethora of opportunities available to fulfil some of my fantasies. Suddenly my trips to and from work became something I was looking forward to as much as earning some money at my job.
It started with this sleazy old guy who just used to sit there staring at me. I guess he was kind of creepy but something about the intensity of his stare just got to me. I wasn’t attracted to him at all but it stirred something up in me.
I was getting ready for work one morning; I had put my uniform on and a winter coat on over it. I was just about to walk out the door to catch the bus when I thought about the way he liked to stare at me. I thought to myself, I’ll give him something to stare at. I took my shirt and bra off then put my shirt back on and my bra went into my handbag. I deliberately left all but the top and bottom buttons on my shirt undone. I put the coat on and left.
I felt so naughty going out into the street dressed this way. It took me by surprise just how turned on I was by it. The bus pulled up and I got on, sitting in my usual place. I half expected everyone to be staring at the naked girl on the bus but of course they had no idea. The next stop arrived and sure enough there he was. He got on and sat across the aisle from me. He didn’t even try to be subtle; he just sat there and feasted his eyes.
At first I chickened out a bit and I was going to just sit there but then something just clicked. I moved in my seat and leaned forward, getting a book out of my handbag. I made it look like it was an accident and that I had no idea what was happening but my coat pushed open and he could see straight into my mostly open shirt. He had a perfect view of my breast and my very hard nipple.
I was so turned on I was worried about leaving a stain on my work pants. The whole ride to work I sat there with him practically drooling in his lap. I arrived at my stop and straightened myself up as I stood up. I stepped off that bus feeling like I had stepped into a new life, a life where underwear was definitely optional.”
