1. I like to expose myself for my Boyfriend - Part 03


    Date: 12/7/2014, Categories: Fiction, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Written by women, Author: vanessa.evans, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    doing one round of the market Ethan took off my skirt saying, “You know that you want to.” He was right. We stopped at 3 of the stalls selling clothes and I tried something on at each one. I had a little audience each time. I kept noticing one man, middle-aged, over-weight and a bit sad looking. I guess that he’d decided to follow us around so that he get could get longer looks at me. Not that I minded, if he’d asked me to pose for the camera that was hanging round his neck I would have. Other than that, no one really took much notice of me, other than Ethan who kept sneakily running a finger along my slit just to make sure that I was turned-on all the time. He needn’t have worried about that; I was so horny all the time that if Ethan had wanted to fuck me right there in the middle of the market I would have eagerly let him. The taxi driver on the way back adjusted his mirror as soon as we got into his cab. I wondered just how many virtually naked girls had got into his cab. Another day we went to a water park and I spent the day wearing just one of the material-less thongs. We were amazed that so few people realised what I was showing. It was mainly the staff at the top of the slides that did notice. Fortunately they were all quite young and not prudish. I did notice that a couple of the guys got hard-ons. Queuing up at the slides was ‘interesting’. Some of the queuing was on steps and the men behind me must have had a great view; but there again there were dozens of girls ...
    wearing thong bikinis so most of the guys would have thought that I was just another girl in a thong; unless they saw me from the front. One day we went by bus to the nearest big city. Ethan thought that it was best if I cover-up; at least for most of the time. It was a bit of a problem deciding what to wear. In the end I decided on the one-piece swimsuit that Ethan bought me and a just about see-through beach cover-up skirt. I could see my nipples through the diamond shaped top but my pussy was only just visible if you stared at it; unless I twisted the skirt round so that the 2 ends, where the wrap didn’t wrap, was in the front; in which case my pussy was visible nearly all the time. Ethan smiled at me when I went up on the deck and said, “Well, I suppose that you are covered. When we get near any policemen just remember to slide your skirt round so that you don’t get arrested. People in the city probably aren’t quite as liberal as they are here.” We actually had an interesting day. Most of the time I forgot what was on display. It was only when Ethan said something or slid a finger along my slit or I saw someone staring at me that I thought about how exposed I was. Although there was one time when we were sat on the steps to some cathedral place, eating a sandwich that we’d bought when Ethan pointed out a guy who was taking photographs of me. I was sat on one step with my feet 2 steps lower and my feet about 18 inches apart. When Ethan told me about the guy I looked at him ...
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