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Flashing

By: Ashson



The first time Carly found herself naked in front of her brother's best friend, Rob, was pure chance. She'd been having a shower and had left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around hr just as Rob and her brother, John, were passing. She'd stopped to let them go and the closing bathroom door had snagged her towel without her realising it. When she stepped out into the passageway she stepped right out of the towel and there she was, naked in front of her brother and his friend, with a face as red as a stoplight.

Looking back at the scene, she had to admit to a lot of embarrassment and just a touch of excitement that a man had seen her naked.

The second time was Rob's fault. One hundred and one percent Rob's fault. It had been a similar situation to start with, in that Carly was walking back to her bedroom after a shower, wearing a towel, when John and Rob were coming past the other way. Rob, damn his eyes, had reached over and snagged the towel off her before she even realised what he was doing.

Before she could scream or swear he was politely offering her the towel, saying he'd been worried she was going to drop it again. Her embarrassment had not been helped by John standing there braying like the jackass he was.

Again, Carly would have had to admit to some excitement mixed in with the anger and embarrassment.

The third time was deliberate. Carly wanted to show off her body. One day when Rob was visiting she went and had her shower, including a very careful shave. She deliberately failed to lock the bathroom door. By her estimate, the most probable person to want to use the bathroom would be Rob. Her parents used their en suite and John had been in the bathroom earlier. Carly took her time drying herself. Actually, she had been drying herself for twenty two minutes before Rob walked in and caught her naked. He apologised, of course, but Carly noticed that he took his time leaving, giving her a very comprehensive look before turned away.

This time Carly found that amusement and excitement were the emotions that went through her. Of embarrassment, there was none, just that tingly feeling, knowing that a man had been looking at and appreciating her naked body.

There were several other small incidents where Carly was able to flash Rob, always being apparently taken by surprise, with Rob the one who appeared to be at fault. The little game excited Carly.

The last time Carly went to flash Rob was shortly after her eighteenth birthday. It was deliberate and carefully thought out, but this time things didn't quite go the way Carly planned. Her bedroom door had a defective jamb that her father was always intending to fix, but never quite got around to. The result was such that if you didn't take care to shut the door properly it would sometimes swing open. 

Timing it nicely, a towel clad Carly vanished into her bedroom while Rob was approaching. Then as Rob was passing her bedroom that infernal door creaked open, showing Carly standing naked next to the bed with a startled look on her face.

It was at this point that things started to fail to go according to plan. Carly's assumption was that Rob would quickly close the door for her, but that he would also make sure he got a good look at her first.

What happened was that Rob propped in the doorway and took his time looking Carly over, appreciation plain on his face.

Carly blushed, not quite sure how to handle this sort of situation, but being female she followed the old adage, when in doubt, attack.

"Do you mind?" she exclaimed. "Please shut the door."

"Oh, sorry," returned Rob, and to Carly's surprise stepped in and carefully closed the door behind him.

"There. That's better," he told her with a smile.

Carly was now doing the hand dance, trying to hide a lot of feminine pulchritude behind two small hands.

"What do you think you're doing," she demanded. "I meant close it with you on the other side, and you know it."

"True. I did know it, but it seems to me that if you're going to all this trouble to show off your body, the least I can do is take the time to properly appreciate it."

"I don't know what you're talking about," snapped Carly, "and I'd appreciate it if you would leave my room now."

"What I'm talking about is that you seem to flash me every chance you get, so I thought that I'd make it easy for you by coming in and really checking you over."

Rob was laughing at her, Carly knew, and her face was scarlet now with a mixture of anger, excitement, embarrassment and nervousness. She had no idea of what to say to a man while standing naked in front of him.

"Alright, you've had a good look and embarrassed me. Now will you please leave my room?" she asked.

"Hmm. No, I don't think so. Not yet anyway. There are a few things you should know first."

"What sort of things?" asked Carly, puzzled.

"Well for a start, you need to know that your parents have gone out for the day," said Rob.

"I already knew that," pointed out Carly.

"Did you know that John has also gone out for a while and won't be back for an hour?" asked Rob, smiling.

Carly shrugged. "No, but what does that matter?" 

Then she stiffened, understanding dawning. She and Rob were alone in the house and he was in her bedroom and she was naked.

"I assume that you also know that you're now eighteen and of a legal age?" continued Rob, his smile seeming to grow even brighter.

Carly was suddenly feeling very apprehensive. Just what was Rob intending to do?

"I discussed you with John the last time you flashed me, you know. I told him then that there were too many incidents for them all to be accidents. Do you know what he told me?"

Mutely, Carly shook her head.

"He said something to the effect that if I was going to bonk you, not to tell him, as he was not interested in your potential sex life. He also told me that if I thought you were flashing me deliberately I should paddle your pretty little backside to teach you a lesson.

Now what do you suggest I do right now?"

"Leave my room. Now!" stated Carly.

"I don't think so," said Rob with a laugh. 'You've been doing this flashing just a bit too much and I think it's time you learnt a little lesson."

Carly tried to back away as Rob moved towards her, but with the bed behind her all she did was find herself suddenly sitting on it.

"What are you going to do?" she whispered, panicky thoughts of suddenly being forced to have sex racing through her mind.

"I gave you a chance to suggest something but you passed it up. It seems you'll just have to find out by my doing it, won't you?"

"I'll scream," suggested Carly.

"Nobody home," replied Rob, with what Carly thought was a truly evil smirk on his face.

"You are a very sexy young woman," Rob told Carly, "but if it's any help to you, I have no intention of ravishing you right now."

Carly found herself both relaxing a little and offended a little. Was he implying she wasn't worth ravishing? Not that she wanted him to, but still.

"So what are you intending to do?" Carly asked again, then recalled the second alternative he had voiced.

"Oh, no," she cried. "You are definitely not spanking me."

"Aren't I?" asked Rob. "How do you propose to stop me?"

Carly stared at him, eyes wide. She was now acutely conscious of her nudity and that Rob was a very large young man. She flinched when he sat on the bed next to her. He might have only had a slight smile on his face, but she just knew he was laughingly hysterically inside, damn him.

Carly found herself unable to decide what to do and therefore quite helpless to resist when Rob put his arm around her waist and drew her across his knee. She lay across his lap, bottom up, just knowing he was going to spank her. It was all so embarrassing and unfair. And no, she decided. It was NOT exciting.

Rob rubbed his hand over Carly's bottom, tracing her curves.

"Move your legs a bit further apart," he told her.

"Why?" asked Carly nervously, then squealed as Rob's hand promptly smacked her bottom.

"Don't ask questions and do as you're told," she was instructed.

Hesitantly Carly let her legs move slightly apart, but squealed and quickly moved them even further apart when another spank landed.

"That's better," said Rob. "I'm sure we'll get along famously as long as you do as you're told."

He lightly rubbed Carly's bottom where the two spanks had landed. Then his hand drifted down, rubbing her inner thighs, moving close to but around her mound, teasing her with his proximity.

Another spank came, bringing a squeak from Carly, and then Rob again soothed her bottom and let his hand wander further afield. That quickly became the pattern; a quick spank and then some teasingly erotic touching, always threatening but never quite closing upon her pussy.

Carly found herself yelping with the spanks and then trying to move herself so that errant hand would finally touch her where she wanted it to. Even though he hadn't laid a single finger on her love mound she could feel heat and moisture coursing through it. 

Carly fumed. She was hot and wet and the damned man hadn't even touched her yet. Even the stinging of her bottom was erotic now, but she needed a fuller touch.

Another spank landed, and at the same time a hand slipped under her and squeezed her breast. Carly thought she'd choke for a moment, trying to squeal and gasp at the same time. Instead a strangled cry escaped her, which was greeted by a laugh from that maniac beating her.

Deciding to increase the pressure on Carly, Rob changed where the next spank would land. It came down and slapped along her pussy, causing Carly's first real scream of shock. Rob left his hand there for a moment before slowly dragging it away to continue his relentless massaging of her bottom and inner thighs.

Again Rob adjusted his method of attack. His spanks were fewer and his hand was starting to slide over Carly's mound, squeezing, stroking and kneading. At the same time he was teasing her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing and pinching her nipples.

The first time Rob slipped a finger between Carly's lips and started stroking inside she gave a gasp and lifted her bottom up, pushing hard against the intrusive finger. Very shortly Rob had a pair of fingers in her, probing and stretching.

Carly was writhing against the hands that were tormenting her, wanting more and wanting it now. She had felt movement against her stomach and had largely ignored it, not understanding what was happening. Now it was slowly dawning on her that she was lying across Rob's erection, and she reached down to feel it.

Rob swung Carly up off his lap and sat her on the bed, rising to stand in front of her.

"I trust you've learnt a lesson here?" he said.

Carly stared at him, appalled. He was going to leave her now? Feeling like this? She opened her mouth but couldn't think of anything to say.

"I said earlier that I had no intention of ravishing you then, because I fully intended to spank you. Now, however, the spanking is over, so any ravishing I care to do can start. Why don't you undo my trousers for me?"

Carly swallowed, with a mouth that was suddenly dry. Reaching up she undid Rob's belt and button and slid his zip down. Pulling, she dragged his trousers down to his knees, and then sat staring at the bulge in the front of his underpants. Rob grinned and quickly stripped off his shirt, kicking his trousers loose at the same time.

"Don't start something you can't finish," he told Carly. "Finish undressing me."

Carly glared at him. OK, if that's the way he wanted it. She took hold of the sides of his underpants, dragging them slowly down. She laughed at the way his erection snagged on the waistband and was forced down between his legs until it suddenly snapped free. Looking at the size of what was now waving gently in front of her, Carly suddenly didn't feel like laughing. 

Rob placed his hands on Carly's breasts gently pushing, so that Carly lay back on the bed. Slipping his hands under her legs he lifted them and turned her so that she was properly on the bed. Moving her legs apart he knelt between them. Now he pushed her legs even further apart, encouraging her to bend her knees.

It was easy to see Carly was excited and ready for him. Her lips had flowered and spread, waiting for his entrance. He didn't keep her waiting long. He edged between her lips and then drove full length into her, eliciting a short sharp scream as he brushed her hymen aside.

Rob held still for a moment while Carly twisted a little on the spike that nailed her to the bed, adjusting her position until she was slightly more comfortable with it. Carly was breathing hard, a little upset by the stab of pain but a lot more excited by the large hard length that now possessed her.

Satisfied that Carly was ready, Rob pressed softly against her, letting her get used to some movement. Whispering softly to her as he moved, Rob encouraged her to move with him, slowly letting their movements build.

Carly relished the feeling of Rob pressing into her. As far as she was concerned it was all good and he could keep doing it for as long as he liked. She pressed eagerly up to meet him, happy to be learning something new.

She could feel Rob's hands caressing and manipulating her breasts, and little frissons of excitement emanated from them, drifting down to meet those lovely sensations being generated by Rob's erection massaging her.

Carly was breathing harder as they moved faster, gasping with pleasure, wondering vaguely why she hadn't known about this before. Rob was now thrusting harder than ever, and her hips were working overtime as she redoubled her efforts to stay with him. All Carly could feel now were the sensations flooding through her, twisting her nerves tighter and tighter.

Rod thrust hard, enjoying the feel of the nubile young body moving under his, encouraging him to do his best. Or worst. She'd stay with him no matter what he did. 

Carly's eyes were closed as she concentrated on what they were doing, not wanting any outside distractions to interfere. She was climbing higher and she just knew that there was a peak ahead where everything would become clear to her.

She was still taken by surprise when she hit that peak and the world seemed to come apart around her. She screamed and bucked, her body convulsing around and cling to Rod's erection.

Rod felt like screaming himself when he felt Carly explode under him. He managed to stifle all but a groan as he came within her, letting her drain him with her enthusiasm.

Relaxing, Rob lay on Carly, still holding her pinned. She was staring up at him with a smile on her face.

"Now you know why it's unwise to flash people," Rob said. "Terrible things can happen when you do that."

"So it seems. I guess I'll have to get dad to repair the door jamb. I wouldn't want the door to open accidentally again, would I?"

Rob grinned at her, but his grin faded fast when she added a few more words.

"I'll explain to him what happened, and I'm sure he'll make it a top priority," Carly murmured.

"Ah, Carly, I don't think your dad would be too impressed if you tell him what happened," Rob tried to explain.

Carly laughed. "Got you," she said.

Rob relaxed again. "OK. You got me. You do realise that this may have been a first but it won't be the last time this happens between us?"

"I suspected as much," said Carly with a laugh. "Are you sure John won't be upset?"

"I don't see how he could have the nerve to be. I know damn well he's only waiting for my sister to turn eighteen before he tries to seduce her."

"Not much seduction required there," thought Carly. "Bethany already has him earmarked and branded, whether he knows it or not."

Flashing a New Friend



I had been in an online chat room talking with a bunch of guys about our wives. I began chatting with one guy, Cody, in particular. We had many similar interests. We both thought our wives were hot, and told each other about them. We shared what turned us on and what our wives enjoyed sexually. We eventually traded pics of us as couples. Cody and his wife made a very good-looking couple. I knew that Kelly, my wife, would also think they were attractive.

I told Cody that my wife liked to do a bit of flashing. He wanted all the details, which I willingly shared. I told him about a time that Kelly had exposed her breast to a stranger in a bar making it look accidental. He couldn't believe it and kept saying that he wished it had been him. That gave me an idea. Cody had told me that his wife was away visiting family for the weekend, and that he was on his own. I also knew that he lived in a town about a half hour away from us.

I asked him if he would be interested in meeting us at a bar. I said that we would act as strangers (which was what we really were). He said he would love that, and we formulated a plan to meet at Kelly's favorite bar. I knew he'd be able to pick us out since he had seen our picture. He was excited at the prospect of seeing Kelly in person. I promised to ask Kelly to wear something sexy and try to get her to do a bit of flashing. I told him that we'd arrive at the bar at nine o'clock, and suggested he arrive a bit later and try to sit as close to us as possible. 

When Kelly came in from a day of shopping, I asked her if she was interested in going to The Riverside that night. She always enjoyed going out, and said sure without hesitation. As the evening approached, I asked her what she was going to wear. She said she hadn't really thought about it, so I asked her if she'd wear a really sexy outfit for me. As Kelly knew, this always meant any outfit with no bra or panties. With a twinkle in her eye, she told me she'd see what she could do.

At twenty to nine, Kelly came out of the bedroom. She wore a short pleated skirt over what I assumed were her usual thigh high black stockings. She also wore a blazer beneath which was a low cut, semi-sheer blouse that buttoned up the front showing a good portion of her breasts. She had left an extra button undone to expose a bit more of her breasts. My blond haired, blue-eyed beauty looked fantastic.

We arrived at the Riverside just about on time. We entered the dimly lit, nautically themed, bar area. There was a good size crowd as usual. We made our way to the far side of the rectangular shaped bar. There were four bar stools there, all empty. I guided Kelly onto a stool and sat down next to her at the corner of the bar. We ordered our drinks and I told Kelly how hot she looked. As she sat on the stool, her skirt moved more than half way up her thighs. She has very long, sexy legs.

Our drinks arrived, and as Kelly leaned forward to sip hers, she showed even more breast. I asked her why she wore the blazer. She said it was just to keep everyone from seeing her boobs bouncing as she walked since she had no bra on. With that, she placed her blazer on the back of her bar stool. She looked incredible. Her nipples looked as if they were trying to break through the skimpy fabric.

As I was ogling her I saw the bar stool next to her being pulled out. I looked up and there was Cody. I smiled and nodded at him as I would for anyone. Kelly looked over and smiled. Kelly looked at me and we continued our conversation. I couldn't help but notice Cody checking Kelly out. He certainly seemed to enjoy what he was seeing. 

As Kelly leaned forward for another sip of her drink, her blouse hung even further away from her chest allowing me a better look at her breasts. I watched as Cody took in the sights as well. Each time Kelly had a sip of her wine Cody's eyes were glued to her breasts. She was exposing a lot of her breasts to us, but I hadn't yet glimpsed her nipple. I could see the tan line formed by her bikini top. I knew that tan line was barely above her nipples. We were so close.

The band started, and Kelly dragged me up to the dance floor for a slow dance. Feeling her body pressing against me gave me an instant hard-on. As we danced I told her about the guy on the bar stool next to her checking her out. I told her how hot it was watching him, watch her. I asked her to undo another button on her blouse. She just poked me in the ribs, laughed, and said she couldn't. 

As the song ended I followed Kelly back to the bar watching as she played with her sand dollar necklace. During our absence, the bartender had refilled our glasses. Kelly reached for her wine and hesitated as she leaned over. I saw immediately that while playing with her necklace she had also undone another button for me (us?). While the button was undone, her blouse folded inward obscuring the view I had hoped for of her nipple. 

She took a big gulp of wine and said, "Better?"

I whispered that it was better but the fabric fell inward covering her nip. I also told her that the guy next to her was trying very hard not to be obvious looking down her blouse. She began playing with her necklace again. As she twirled it, her fingers casually pulled the thin fabric of her blouse outward. When she took another sip from her glass, the fabric of her blouse fell away from her breasts.

I couldn't believe that I was sitting there staring at her hard, pink nipple. Because Kelly was facing me, Cody was not able to see what I was seeing. I'm sure he knew I was getting an eyeful, because he began to start a conversation with us. Not wanting to be rude Kelly turned toward him to respond. I knew that she was aware of his intentions. I was hoping she would lean forward and grab her glass, but instead she leaned back to speak with him. She was such a tease.

Cody excused himself saying he was going to the men's room. I took the opportunity to try to convince Kelly to give him a peek. She said she didn't think she could. Cody came back, and Kelly reached for her wine and finished her second glass. This time her blouse opened up a bit giving Cody a better view, but not showing all I had seen. 

Kelly pulled me up to dance again. This time it was a fast song and Kelly's breasts were moving about freely beneath her blouse with her nipples clearly visible through the sheer fabric. Obviously, she was no longer concerned about wearing her blazer. We were dancing only a few feet away from our seats and Cody sat smiling as he watched us dance. Upon our return, the bartender informed us that Cody had bought us another round.

Kelly quickly reached out for her glass and downed half of it in two gulps. Her limit was always three glasses in an evening. As she turned to thank Cody, it was obvious that she was feeling the wine a bit since she made no effort to keep her blouse from gaping. I could easily see both of her thirty-six B breasts. Her pink nipples were fully erect, sticking out about a half an inch, and each was as thick as my pinky. I could tell that Cody was being treated to a wonderful view also. 

Kelly really seemed to enjoy talking with Cody. I was very surprised when she reached across in front of him to grab a bar menu. As she leaned forward, her breast pressed into Cody's hand, which was resting on the bar. As she lingered resting her tit on his hand I knew it was no accident. This night was getting better by the second.

Kelly sat back looked briefly at the menu, finished her third glass of wine, and said she had to go to the ladies room. We both watched her make her way through the crowd no longer giving a thought to her bouncing breasts.

As soon as she was gone, Cody told me that Kelly had awesome tits. He couldn't believe that he had actually gotten to see all of her breasts. He also said he had trouble deciding whether to look at her legs, tits, or face, because they all turned him on. I told him I couldn't believe that she actually pressed her breast into his hand. He said it took every bit of willpower not to at least move his fingers a bit. I told him he should have. It would have been interesting to see her reaction.

Cody then asked me if it would be okay to ask Kelly to dance with him. I had no idea whether she would, but told him to ask her. I also told him that since he liked her legs so much, he should try placing his hand casually on her thigh and see what her reaction was. We saw Kelly returning and changed the topic of our conversation. As she sat down, her skirt moved upward showing an inch of bare leg above the thigh high stocking. She told me she was really feeling the wine and didn't think she should have another. After a bit of prodding I convinced her to have one more.

We sat there having a nice conversation. As we talked I watched Cody casually place his hand on Kelly's knee for a second. There was absolutely no reaction from her. A couple of minutes later Cody tried again. This time he placed his hand on her thigh just below the hem of her skirt, but still on the stocking. He started rubbing it a bit. Kelly's only reaction was to lean forward and grab her wine glass, once again allowing both of us to look at her tits. 

I really was expecting her to move his hand or have some other reaction. A few seconds later Cody placed his hand on her skirt, almost to her hip and tapped her asking if she like to dance. Kelly looked at me, and I told her to feel free to dance. She took another swallow of wine and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor.

Cody was no fool. Of course, he had asked her to dance to a slow dance. I watched as they chatted and danced. As the song went on, I watched Cody pulling Kelly closer. Her breasts were pressing against his chest and her head was on his shoulder. Their hips were now also pressing together, and I could see that his leg was pressing between Kelly's. His hands moved up and down her back slowing moving downward. I watched as his hands slid down and lightly stroked her ass. With that, the song ended and they returned to their stools. Kelly took another gulp of wine, leaned over, and kissed me on the cheek. 

As she kissed me she whispered, "I could feel his dick. He had a hard-on."

I smiled at her and said, "What did you expect? He's been looking at your tits all night." 

Kelly laughed and we all continued our conversation. It was only a matter of seconds before Cody had his hand resting on Kelly's thigh again between her stocking top and skirt. Cody began to lightly rub Kelly's thigh. As I watched, he moved his hand so that his fingertips were touching the inside of one thigh while his palm caressed the other. 

Kelly reached for her glass, and as she did, Cody "accidentally" slid his fingers a couple of inches up under her skirt. The only reaction from Kelly was to drink more wine, and turn slightly on her stool toward Cody so that one leg was on the side of the stool while the other pointed forward. I was amazed that she had actually parted her thighs for him. I was also glad that we were the only ones sitting at that end of the bar.

I pretty much chugged my beer and watched as Cody continued to stroke Kelly's thigh even higher. As he worked his way beneath her skirt, I wondered if she had worn panties. I thought this looked like it could be Cody's lucky night. Kelly suddenly stood up and grabbed her wine. As she finished it, Cody left his hand where it was. It looked to me like he had to be touching her pussy. 

Kelly waited in that position for a few more moments and then said, "I'm going to the ladies room. I think we should probably get going."

I really did not want the evening to end. I was sitting there with a major erection, as I'm sure Cody was. I suddenly had a wild idea. I knew that when we arrived home Kelly and I would be making love. I asked Cody if he'd be interested in watching us. I told him he could sit on our patio right outside our bedroom window. I told him that I would leave the window open. Since our yard was totally fenced, no one would know he was there. He didn't hesitate. I asked him if he had a GPS. He did, and I gave him our address.

Kelly returned and we said good night to Cody. As soon as we were in the car, I reached beneath Kelly's skirt. She had a thong on that was thoroughly soaked. I thought to myself that Cody missed out on feeling one sweet pussy. On the ten-minute drive to our house, Kelly kept saying she couldn't believe that she not only let him see her tits, but that she let him rub her thigh. I also mentioned that she let him rub his cock against her while dancing. As we pulled into the driveway, I told Kelly I couldn't wait to get her into bed.

Kelly went to her dresser, grabbed a nightgown, and headed into the bathroom. I pulled down the bed, and opened the bedroom window about a foot so that Cody would be able to see and hear us. I also placed a porn movie in the DVR to have some background noise. I stripped out of my clothes, and peeked out the window to see if Cody had actually come. 

He was there sitting in a chair, just far enough back not to be seen. I jumped up on the bed just as Kelly walked out of the bathroom wearing a totally sheer white nightie that was closed by three little ribbons tied across her chest. She also wore a tiny, sheer thong that barely covered her pussy. I knew Cody's eyes were glued to her. I kissed her, parting her lips with my tongue. As I pulled back, I untied the ribbons to her nightie leaving her still covered by the thin fabric.

I asked her if she liked showing her tits to Cody. She said that she couldn't get over how hot it made her. I lightly rubbed her nipple through the sheer fabric as I asked her if she liked pressing her breast into his hand. Kelly was a bit flustered not knowing that I had seen this casual activity. She confessed that she had lingered resting her tit on his hand in hopes that he'd move his fingers and touch her. 

I decided Cody had waited long enough and removed Kelly's nightie leaving her wearing only her tiny thong. I leaned forward and sucked her nipple into my mouth making her already long nipple even longer. I asked her if she'd like to have Cody suck on her nipples. She panted that she would enjoy that.

I also asked her if she enjoyed Cody's hand up her skirt. Kelly said it felt so hot. She continued telling me that when she stood up Cody's had moved all the way to her pussy. She said her thong had worked its way into her slit, and that he was lightly stroking her outer lips. She said she stood there hoping he'd get under the thong, but decided she'd better go to the ladies room.

I asked her to show me how the thong was when he was touching her. She leaned forward and tugged on the sides oh thong making it disappear between her lips. Since our bed was facing the window, I knew Cody had a wonderful view of Kelly with her legs spread apart. I began stroking her lips very slowly, asking her if this was what Cody did to her. I then started working my way beneath her thong. She told me that was exactly what Cody was trying. 

I decided it was time to really show Cody all of Kelly. I pulled her thong from between her lips and slid them down her long legs. I pulled her knees up, and spread her legs. Kelly has a clean-shaven pussy. Her lips are as pink as her nipples. Her inner lips are totally covered by her outer lips. I spread her legs even further, and separated her outer lips with my finger to allow Cody a view of her small, pink rose petal like inner lips. I could see, as I'm sure Cody could that she was dripping, and I slipped a finger into her juicy pussy. I continued playing with her pussy trying to give Cody a great show.

All of a sudden, I got another hot idea. I went to Kelly's dresser and removed three silk scarves. I told her I had some more ideas for fun. She asked what I had in mind. I then blindfolded her, and lightly tied her hands to the metal headboard. I told her she had to use all of her other senses, and that I had to get something from the kitchen. She protested a bit, but said okay.

I went to the back door and asked Cody if he wanted to sit in the chair near the foot of our bed to watch. He jumped up. I noticed he had no pants on, and that he was sporting an erection. I told him to leave the rest of his clothes so that there would be no rustling sounds. He followed me as I stopped at the fridge and picked up a few fresh strawberries. We entered the bedroom and I pointed to the chair at the foot of the bed. Cody positioned himself so that he would easily be able to watch our activities from only two feet away. I took a strawberry and held it close to Kelly's nose. 

She immediately said, "Strawberries."

I bit it in half, and placed half in her mouth. I took the other half and began rubbing it on her nipple. I ran my finger in circles around it and began tugging on the center stretching it outward. I then watched Cody as I sucked her long, hard nipple in to my mouth. He was just about drooling as he sat there stroking his cock. Kelly kept saying it felt so good. 

I then decided that since she had said she wanted Cody to touch her breast, she'd get that chance. I motioned for Cody to take the strawberry and do what I had. He silently moved to the side of the bed. His hand was literally shaking as he took the strawberry. I stepped back and watched as he began playing with her nipple while gently squeezing her breast. I motioned for him to lick and suck it, which he eagerly did. It seemed he really enjoyed squeezing her thick nipple between his lips.

I motioned for him to move back. I moved in and took another strawberry. I bit it in half, and again placed one piece in Kelly's mouth. I then took the other half, pulled her knees up, and spread her legs wide apart. I began making circles around her pussy's outer lips. I worked my way slowly inward pulling her outer lips apart with one hand as I separated her inner lips with the strawberry. Her pussy was red with strawberry juice.

I then began to rub my fingers up and down the groove between her inner and outer lips. Cody stood mesmerized by the sight before him. I slowly dipped one finger, and then two into her gaping pussy. Kelly was moaning and asking me to fuck her. I told her to have patience. I lowered my mouth to her strawberry flavored pussy. I licked every bit of her fruity pussy. I sucked her delicate inner lips in and out of my mouth while sliding my tongue deep between them into her pussy. I then sucked on her clit. It was now pea sized, and clearly visible beneath it's little hood.

I then slipped quietly back and handed Cody the strawberry. I stood and watched as he quickly coated her with the fruits juice. He eagerly began to stroke her. As he slid his fingers deep into Kelly's pussy, I also watched his very erect cock pulsing up and down. He lowered his mouth to her pussy and began to lap her lips like a kitten at a bowl of milk. As soon as he started pushing his tongue between her lips, Kelly began to increase her moaning and thrashing on the bed. Cody then pushed two fingers deep into her wide-open pussy while sucking on her clit. Kelly came in a very loud, violent orgasm.

Cody stepped away and I told Kelly, "Don't worry, I have more planned for you."

As I said that, I rubbed a strawberry on the head of my dick. I was so hard I thought I'd shoot at any moment. I couldn't believe how excited watching another guy touching Kelly had made me. I stood along side the bed, next to Kelly's head. I lightly touched her lips with the head of my dick. She turned her head toward me, and her tongue shot out and began flicking the underside of my cock head. 

She noisily slurped all of the juice from my dick and sucked it into her mouth. I had to provide the necessary forward and back motion since she was still unable to use her hands. I felt like I was fucking her mouth. I knew I'd cum soon so I pulled it out. 




Flashing a New Friend



Kelly said, "I want more of your cock."

I told her I was getting more strawberry juice for her. As I said that, Cody was already rubbing his dick with the last piece of strawberry. I knew this part would be risky. Kelly had sucked my cock so often she knew it really well. Cody's dick looked to be just a little bigger than mine and a bit fatter. Kelly continued to ask for more. I motioned for Cody to move next to the bed. He positioned himself as I had, grabbed his cock and placed it against her lips. I held my breath. 

Kelly began licking the juice from his dick as she had mine. It seemed she was so involved with her tongue that she didn't notice any differences in our cocks. I watched as Cody moved his dick around allowing Kelly to remove every bit of strawberry juice. As Kelly licked the pre-cum from the tip of his dick I noticed that Cody's cock had gotten even harder and bigger. His cock now appeared to be a lot fatter and longer than mine. As Cody pressed his dick between her lips, I was sure she'd notice that this was not the same cock she was used to. 

As she sucked, Cody reached over and began tugging on her nipple. This caused her to suck even harder. He then moved his hand to her pussy. It was so wet he slid two fingers deep into her with ease. As he finger fucked her, he timed the thrusts with his fingers to the thrusts of his now very big cock into her mouth. I could tell he was getting close to cumming. I motioned for him to withdraw his cock from her mouth. He gave her one lingering thrust and pulled away.

Kelly kept saying she wanted me to fuck her, and that she couldn't wait any longer. I moved onto the bed and kneeled between her legs. As I looked down at her gaping, dripping pussy, I tried to decide whether I should let Cody fuck her. Earlier, she had said she wanted him to touch her and finger her, so I had no problem letting him do that. I thought having her suck his cock was a bit of a stretch, but figured what the heck, she'd like it. 

As I slipped the head of my dick slowly into her pussy, she thrust her hips upward forcing my dick all the way into her steamy pussy. I don't think she'd ever felt so wet. As I began rocking forward and back I kept thinking of watching Cody's big cock sliding into her. I knew I had to figure out away to make this happen.

I decided to withdraw my cock. I told Kelly that I wanted her to suck it again. As I moved toward her head I silently slid the nightstand open, grabbed a condom and handed it to Cody (I didn't want sloppy seconds). I then positioned myself on the bed and placed my cock against her lips. She sucked it into her mouth. 

As she sucked, I reached down and began fingering her first with one, and then two fingers. I withdrew and then began pressing three fingers into her inflamed pussy. To my surprise, she spread her legs further and seemed to enjoy the stretching. I figured my stretching her would make it easier for Cody to get his cock into her.

Kelly began telling me to fuck her. I moved from the bed and motioned for Cody to take my place between her legs. He had slipped on the condom, and moved onto the bed. I was surprised when he lifted her legs and slid his beneath her so that he was in a sitting position with his cock just touching her lips. 

He grasped his hard-on and began to rub it up and down the groove between her inner and outer lips. Each time he moved it up he'd rub it over her clit. Kelly was really moaning a lot, and I knew she was enjoying this. Cody began to slide his dick up and down between her inner lips. Kelly was pushing her pussy forward. I watched as Cody began to press his big cock head into her pussy.

He moved it in very slowly, but Kelly wanted more, and forced him deeper with her thrusts. His dick head literally popped into her pussy. Kelly kept saying that she'd never felt me so hard. Cody began rubbing her clit with a thumb on each side. He kept pulling his dick out far enough so that the rim of his head kept popping out of her hole. He then rocked forward into her tightly stretched pussy with each thrust. I couldn't believe how hot it was watching Kelly get fucked. As Cody continued, I could see his condom filling with cum as he came silently. 

He withdrew and Kelly said, "Don't stop now."

I replied saying, "I just need you to suck it one more time."

I moved up, and stuck my dick into Kelly's waiting mouth. After a few seconds of sucking, I pulled out and moved back between her legs. Cody motioned to me that he was leaving. I gave him a thumbs up and plunged my dick back into Kelly. I started moving at a frenzied pace. She was right with me and began cumming again as I started pumping more cum into her pussy than I had ever ejaculated in my life. I collapsed on top of Kelly as she told me that was the best fucking she'd ever had. I slid off her, removed the blindfold, and untied her hands.

We decided to head to the kitchen for a snack. As I followed Kelly down the hall I looked to the right and saw Cody's filled condom along the wall on the floor. I assumed he must have dropped it during his hasty departure. Kelly didn't say anything about it, so I guess she didn't see his rubber. 

As we entered the kitchen, Kelly said, "I guess that flashing and touching really did turn me on. I never felt so hot. I think that maybe I should do some flashing a little more often. Do you think that Cody goes to the Riverside a lot? I really enjoyed my experiences with him."

Kelly then told me I could blindfold her and tie her to the bed any time I wanted.



Flashing Another Patient



It's been a long time since my last submission, but I do have new flashing experiences to share with you.

I work full time as a staff nurse at a local hospital, where I've "accidentally" flashed certain patients from time to time.

I also work part time on the weekends as a visiting home health nurse. I've discovered that flashing a patient in their own home can be safer than flashing them in a public place, and more exciting in some ways.

I'm not the typical exhibitionist who enjoys going completely nude and exposing myself to the public. However, I do enjoy giving patients "accidental" peeks at my body while I pretend to be completely unaware of what I'm exposing to them. 

I'll even allow some patients to "accidentally" grope or fondle me, depending on the situation. I've already given a few examples of that in my first 2 story submissions.

I perform intermittent and continuous care visits on the weekends. Intermittent visits last 1 to 2 hours and usually involve routine wound care management and patient/family teaching. 

Continuous care visits are 8 or 12 hour shifts and involve total bedside care. Bed baths, dressing, and transferring patients from bed to wheelchair are expected during these types of visits.

I'll wear scrubs to a continuous care visit, but I prefer wearing casual clothing when know I'll be doing an intermittent visit.

My home health agency allows nurses to wear scrubs or casual attire during visits, depending on the patient's preferences. 

Some patients require nurses to travel with them publicly, and they feel less conspicuous when the nurse is dressed in casual attire.

I was scheduled to do an intermittent visit with an elderly woman on a Saturday morning, and it was my only visit for the day. The patient was a newly diagnosed diabetic, and she needed help with blood sugar monitoring and teaching on how to self administer insulin as needed.

These are usually short visits, so I made plans to join some friends at the beach as soon as I finished with my patient. We were experiencing an unusually hot and very humid summer in Los Angeles, and the beach is a great place to get away.

I didn't anticipate any heavy work during my visit, so I assumed it would be ok to wear my beach outfit to the patient's home. It would save me time, and I wouldn't have to go back before driving down to the beach. 

I'd planned on wearing my purple swimsuit with my new camisole minidress, but the ensemble looked awful when I tried them on together. I know it's just the beach, but it still looked tacky.

My purple swimsuit created a dark silhouette underneath the sheer yellow fabric of my dress, and the wide straps of the swimsuit clashed with the dress' thin spaghetti straps.

The camisole's plunging, horizontal neckline sat really low on my chest. It was high enough to cover the upper part of my areola, but just barely. 

However, the top of my swimsuit was visible too far above the neckline. It's a fashion faux pas I wanted to avoid.

I recently purchased the dress online, and I didn't realize how sheer the fabric was. The online sizing chart was also off, as the dress seemed to be a size too small, even for someone who is 5'1 and petite like me.

The camisole dress was tailored to fit loosely, but the flared skirt was short and only came down to about mid-thigh, or approx 3-4 inches below my crotch. It was a cute dress though, and I was determined to make it work.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find any clean underwear to match the dress. Everything was too dark, or mismatched. I hadn't done laundry for 2 weeks, so any matching underwear I had still needed to be washed.

It was early in the morning, but the humidity was already high. I perspired as I struggled to find underwear that wouldn't clash with my new dress.

My body felt sticky, and it made changing underwear more challenging than necessary. Trying pulling on nylon stockings when your legs are wet and see what happens.

I was now behind schedule and needed to hurry up, so I decided not to wear any underwear at all. It was just too hot, and I'd be changing at the beach anyway.

The dress looked great without dark underwear showing through, but the dark, oval silhouettes of my large, brown nipples confirmed that I wasn't wearing a bra. 

The fabric appeared more sheer when it was in contact with the surface of my skin, but it wasn't as noticeable where it draped loosely over my crotch. It wasn't obvious that I wasn't wearing any panties.

I honestly thought that my elderly female patient wouldn't notice anything, and I'd be going straight to the beach afterwards. I didn't expect anyone else to see me dressed like this, but I decided to wear a white lab coat with my id badge just to be safe.

I'd been on the road for about 10 minutes when the agency staffer called me. She needed to re-route me to another patient immediately.

I explained that I was already en route to see my own patient, and that I had plans afterward. She replied that another nurse called in sick and that this was a staffing priority. She said I would be paid time and a half for the shift, and would be given next weekend off if I agreed.

She added that no other nurses were available, and I'd be doing her and the patient's family a huge favor. 

I love my job and I can always use the extra income, so I agreed to take the case. I pulled over to the side of the road to take down the new patient info and reroute my gps.

The new patient wasn't far from my current location, so I headed there directly. I also called my friends to let them know I couldn't make it to the beach.

I felt like I'd forgotten something as I arrived at the patient's home. I was gathering nursing supplies from the trunk of my vehicle when I felt a warm breeze blow up my short skirt. It felt refreshing in the stifling humidity, and I suddenly remembered what I'd forgotten.

I wasn't wearing my scrubs! I was now going to work an 8 hour shift and wanted to be dressed appropriately for bedside care duties. Flashing was absolutely the last thing on my mind.

I rummaged through my gym back for my spare scrubs, but I couldn't find them. I'd forgotten to replace them after washing them with my other uniforms! I thought about going home to change when an elderly woman opened the front door and came out to my car to meet me.

She introduced herself as Annie, the patient's aunt. She said she was very relieved to see me, as their regular nurse had called in sick at the last minute.

I introduced myself, and apologized for my casual attire. I explained that I was a last minute replacement, and wasn't fully prepared for a continuous care shift today. 

I told her I needed to go back home to change into my scrubs, but she said it wasn't necessary. She said they were fine with nurses wearing casual clothing, and that their regular nurse never wore scrubs anyway. She wasn't aware of my my dress looked under the lab coat.

I'd buttoned up the lapels of the lab coat, so I didn't feel self conscious. It was too hot outside to insist on going home, so I finished gathering my supplies and followed her into the house. 

The first thing I noticed was just how hot it was inside her home! The windows were open and the ceiling fan was on, but it did nothing to cool the place down. I started to sweat profusely within a few minutes of being inside, and the lab coat only made things worse.

It seemed like she read my mind, because she immediately apologized for the heat as soon as we entered. She said the central ac broke down the night before, and they were expecting a repair man this weekend.

She led me to the living room to give me more information about James, her 29 year old nephew. He had suffered a spinal cord injury as a child, the result of a car accident. Sadly, both of his parents had been killed in the accident. His mother was Annie's sister, and she was given custody over James when he was only 5 years old. 

He is a quadriplegic now, but he still has limited use of his right hand. He can turn his head from side to side, but he has a tracheostomy and requires a ventilator to breath.

I followed her to James' room as she continued to give me report. Annie warned me about James being in a bad mood. He was bitter about being disabled and depending on others for his care.

She said they were used to having only male nurses. The few female nurses they had complained that James was too heavy for them to lift and transfer.

Annie explained that they didn't have a Hoyer lift to transfer James at the time, so nurses had to physically transfer James from bed to wheelchair, and back. The other women were not strong enough, or unwilling to perform the transfers.

They own a Hoyer lift now, but the agency continues to staff them with male nurses. She said it had been a few years since they last had a female nurse. 

She wasn't sure about how James would react to having a new female nurse, so she went into his room first to prepare him. I waited outside his room as they spoke.

I couldn't hear what he said to her, but his aunt's replies indicated that he didn't want me there. I heard her say that it was too late to get another nurse, and that no male nurses were available. 

Annie told him she didn't have time to argue, and left his room a moment later. I followed her back to the living room to finish receiving report. 

Saturday was his designated shower day, and he'd refused his last shower 2 days ago. She said he absolutely needed one today, especially after sweating all night due to the broken air conditioning.

Otherwise, James had no other activities planned. She said it was up to him if he wanted to stay in bed all day, or get up in his wheelchair for a few hours.

Annie started to say something else when her phone rang. She excused herself as she answered the phone. I moved to stand under the ceiling fan while I waited, hoping for some relief from the unbearable heat.

It felt like a sauna in their living room! I was drenched in sweat under my lab coat, and standing directly under the ceiling fan made little difference.

Annie hung up after a brief conversation and told me she had to leave. Her dial-a-ride van had just pulled up outside and was waiting for her.

She apologized for leaving so soon, explaining that she has a book club luncheon every other Saturday. This was why it was a staffing emergency. She wouldn't have been able to go to her luncheon if a nurse didn't show up. 

She paused at the front door before leaving, and told me to make myself comfortable. I was welcome to watch tv and help myself to their food and drinks.

James had a baby monitor in his room, and speakers were located in the living room, bathroom, and kitchen so that I could hear him when he called for assistance.

She looked like she was about to say something else when the driver honked his horn. She said she'd be back in a few hours, and that her cell number was taped to the refrigerator door if I needed to contact her.

I returned to the living room to review James' chart as soon as she left. I was about to remove my lab coat when James called for me about 5 minutes later, his soft voice barely audible over the baby monitor. I grabbed my nursing supplies and went to see what he needed.

I knocked on his open door and waited for permission to enter. I could hardly him as he told me to come in. His room felt even hotter than the rest of the house! I looked around and noticed that the windows were still closed with the blinds pulled down. 

His body was covered by his bed sheets, but I could see that his curly brown hair and face were glistening with perspiration. His room smelled like he definitely hadn't showered in days, if not a week or more!

The head of James' hospital bed was totally flat, and he appeared to be staring up at the ceiling. He wouldn't be able see me until I stood right at his bedside, where he'd be able to turn his head to look at me.

The hospital bed was really low to the ground for fall safety. I tried to locate the bed controls in the area around him, but I didn't see them anywhere.

I walked over to the right side of his bed and stood by his feet as I introduced myself. He smiled towards the ceiling and said something, but I couldn't hear him. The loud roar of 2 large oscillating fans, at both sides of his bed, made it difficult to hear him clearly.

His voice was soft, and his ventilator forced him to speak very slowly with lots of pauses between words.

I moved up to stand beside his upper body and leaned slightly over his right arm in an attempt to hear him more clearly. The big fan behind me had slowly rotated towards me as I leaned over, and I felt the rush of warm air as it blew up my lab coat and skirt!

I was glad at that moment that I wasn't wearing any underwear. The sensation of air rushing up between my legs and over my sweating private parts was refreshing.

It was a brief feeling though, as the fan rotated away again. Fortunately, the large fan across the bed from me rotated to face me as the other rotated away.

This maintained an alternating, constant flow of air towards James, and me, as long as I stood around that area.

James spoke again. I was now leaning just above his face, but I still couldn't hear him. The noise made by the fans at their highest setting made it almost impossible to hear him at all.

I bent down even further, until my face was only a few inches away from his, and asked him to repeat himself. I was now bending over about 90 degrees at my waist.

"Can you...please...open the...windows?" he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of the fans. I replied, "Yes, I think that would be a good start."

He made eye contact as he spoke, giving me the impression that he didn't want to repeat himself again. Sweat trickled into his eyes, forcing him to blink repeatedly. His eyes were red with irritation.

The fan behind me slowly rotated towards me again. This time I felt the rush of air travel all the way up my body, until it exited from the top of my dress and lab coat. 

It reminded me of a movie scene with Marilyn Monroe, where she stood over a sidewalk grating as it blew air up her skirt.

Unfortunately, it wasn't enough as I remained drenched in sweat under my lab coat. 

Perspiration ran down my forehead and into my eyes, stinging them and forcing me to rub them frequently. The oppressive heat was making us both miserable.

I left his bedside to open the windows as requested. There were only 2 windows along the wall to his right, but they did little to cool the room once they were open. I kept the blinds partially closed to prevent the sunlight from shining directly onto his face.

The humidity made everything more difficult, and I started to feel nauseous from the unrelenting heat. I sat on a chair near his bedside and retrieved a bottle of water from of my nursing bag. Unfortunately, it was now room temperature and almost as useless as the open windows.

I finished the warm water and returned to his bedside to see what he wanted next. I leaned over his bed again until my face was close to his, and I widened my stance this time.

I closed my eyes and smiled briefly as the fan made its way towards me again, blasting more warm air up my dress. I adjusted the angle of my hips so that I could feel the air directly against my perspiring vagina, and it felt amazing. 

I'd like to add that I had difficulty phrasing that correctly. "Perspiring vagina" sounds rather disgusting to me, but I don't know how else to say it. It sounds less vulgar to me than "hot pussy", although both phrases were technically correct. I digress.

I opened my eyes and looked down at James. He had a puzzled expression on his face as he looked up at me, and asked me what I was smiling about. I told him I appreciated his large fans, even though they made it hard to hear him. 

My only complaint was that the fans blew loose strands of my long black hair into my face, even though it was pulled back into a high ponytail. It was very annoying.

I made a joke about wearing a lab coat in this heat, and he asked why I still had it on. I explained that I wasn't wearing scrubs and that I wanted to appear more "professional."

He rolled his eyes at me and said those were stupid reasons. He didn't care if his nurses didn't look professional, as long as they did their job properly.

He added that he had many professional "looking" nurses who were terrible at their jobs, so how we dressed made little difference to him.

The ventilator slowed his speech pattern, making him speak with several pauses between words. I didn't mind as I continued to enjoy the fan blowing air up my skirt with every pass.

I thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of air moving over my hot, moist skin. My body tingled with goosebumps as it traveled up my stomach and between my sweat covered breasts. My nipples also grew erect in response to the pleasurable stimuli.

I told him that I'd planned on going to the beach today before I was re-routed to his case, and that I'd forgotten my spare scrubs at home.

He replied, "I really don't...care what...you're wearing, I just...want you...to be ...comfortable. You look...more miserable...than me, but if...you want...to wear a coat...in this heat, go...ahead." 

He had a valid point, and it was hard to disagree with him as sweat continued to stream down my face. There was no way I was going to last 8 hours with my coat on, in this heat.

"Are you sure you don't mind?", I asked again. He rolled his eyes at me again as a reply, and that was all the reassurance I needed. My back was also sore from bending over all this time and I needed to stretch it out.

My desire to escape the heat strongly overwhelmed any desire I had to remain modest. I thought to myself, "Don't say anything. Be professional. Handle it."

I don't know why, but I was still compelled to turn my back to him as I removed the lab coat. I turned away to face the windows, and casually removed my coat.

I was immediately rewarded by a gust of cool air as the fan made its rotation and faced me again. This time the air was directed at the front of my body, and it felt even better without the lab coat.

My nipples responded immediately, growing rock hard in a matter seconds! They're getting hard now, as I remember the events like it was yesterday.

I wanted to pause for another pass, but I felt awkward just standing there. I tossed my coat on the nearby chair and reached for my nursing gear. I returned to the right side of his bed with my stethoscope, pulse oximeter, and digital wrist blood pressure cuff.

The left arm is suggested for a more accurate measurement, so I needed to reach across his body to place it on his left wrist.

I asked for permission to lower his sheets to uncover his left arm, and he nodded yes. I bent down at my waist again as I leaned across his body, and pulled his bed sheets down to his stomach.

He appeared to be quite thin and frail. The size of his head was disproportionate to the rest of his body. He didn't appear too heavy for me to lift or transfer, so I didn't anticipate the need to use a Hoyer lift.

His upper torso glistened with sweat. I was greeted by the pungent, musky stench of male body odor and perspiration, but I was used to that. It was mixed with the ammonia-like stench of old urine, indicating he was also incontinent of urine.

My facial expression never changed, as these are daily experiences for me. Men or women, it's all the same. It's a perfectly normal function of the human body.

It's unprofessional and embarrassing for the patient when a nurse openly reacts poorly to uncontrollable body functions. 

It also shows a lack of compassion and respect for the patient, in my honest opinion. It's my goal to maintain a patient's dignity, as well as their physical, mental, and emotional health.




Flashing Another Patient



James spoke again as I placed the bp cuff on his left wrist. I heard him this time as I hovered over his stomach. "I'm really...hot...please, pull...sheets...all...the way...down."

I looked down and to my left to make eye contact, and replied, "ok, no problem." I left the cuff on his wrist as it electronically measured his blood pressure, and proceeded to pull the sheets all the way down past his feet. 

He was totally naked under the sheets. Again, this was no surprise as many quadriplegics sleep nude, sometimes wearing only an adult diaper. He didn't have a diaper on, but he slept on an incontinent pad, or "chux pad."

Girlfriends have asked me if I ever stare at a patient's penis when he isn't looking, and the truth is yes. 

We can't help it. It's not a sexual thing, but it's more about human sexuality. It is also about assessing his skin integrity for sores or skin breakdown.

There are 2 common types of penises that I see almost every day. The kind that are externally flaccid, and the kind that shrink and retract into their base.

His was the latter, and the tip of his circumcised penis appeared red with irritation caused by urinary incontinence. I couldn't see the rest of his penis as it remained withdrawn.

He didn't appear to be incontinent of stool, which made made me sigh with relief. The fan behind me also returned with another wonderful blast of air up my dress.

This time the air roamed quickly and freely across my sticky feeling body, unrestricted by the confines of my lab coat. My little camisole started to inflate with air.

I felt my skirt being lifted high by the fan, and the parts of my camisole that clung to my skin started to peel away slowly. 

It felt too good to move this time, so I remained bent over for one more pass. My back was tired from the constant bending, so I placed my hands on his mattress and shifted my weight forward to relieve my lower back fatigue.

I felt both of my shoulder straps slide down my arms as I did this, but the front of my camisole continued to cling to my sticky breasts. I smiled again as the fan in front of me hit me with more air, this time down the front of my clingy camisole.

I felt the front loosen a little bit, and I closed my eyes briefly as the rear fan returned. My camisole suddenly expanded outward in all directions as the fan behind me flooded it with air!

The fabric was still heavy with moisture though, and gravity did the rest as the front of my top suddenly dropped down, air billowing out the top. I looked down at myself as I realized what had just happened.

The front of my camisole now gaped wide open as the fan behind me filled my skirt with air, essentially inflating my dress and causing the clingy fabric to peel itself away from my body.

My one piece camisole didn't have any other openings, forcing the air to escape out the top. I saw my exposed breasts, and everything else down to my recently trimmed pubic hair! The fan started to rotate away again, but it was too late.

My face was less than a foot away from James, and my upper body was angled towards his face so I could hear him. There was no doubt that he could see down my top as well. I quickly glanced up at James, and saw that he still maintained eye contact.

His expression didn't change as he looked at me, so I didn't know if he had seen anything or not. He behaved as if he didn't see a anything.

The fan in front of me rotated towards me as the fan behind me rotated way. The rush of air from the fan facing me caught the inside front of my camisole, pushing it down down just far enough for my both of my breasts to pop out completely!

I was frozen for a moment, caught in complete surprise by what had just happened. I looked down at James and it was clear that he saw everything this time.

His eyes were fixed on my exposed breasts. I regained my composure and stood up as I struggled to pull my top back up. I was careless, and pulled too hard on the left strap. 

It tore away from my cheap dress easily, allowing the left side of my camisole to slide back down until the upper half of my left nipple was partially exposed.

The edge appeared to be held up by my erect nipple, but just barely. I pulled it up again, and it appeared to stay in place this time, the stickiness actually being a good thing for once.

I was far more bothered by all the loose hair blowing into my face and mouth, so I needed to redo my ponytail immediately.

I arched my back as I reached up behind my head with both hands to undo my ponytail. I happened to look down for a moment, and noticed James' penis.

He appeared to be fully erect! I honestly wondered at first if it was just a reaction to the blowing air. I casually looked up again, and noticed a large mirror on the wall facing me. 

I stared at my reflection and froze again. I was totally back lit by the windows behind me. The constant perspiration under my lab coat had saturated the entire camisole, making it appear almost totally transparent. 

My breasts appeared to be deliberately thrust forward as I reached behind my head. The transparent fabric of my camisole stretched out across my stiff, puffy nipples, making them appear even more prominent.

The way my camisole clung to my breasts actually enhanced their appearance, making them appear more firm and round. Unfortunately, they've started to sag just a little bit as I've grown older. 

Other parts of my dress clung to my stomach, hips, and thighs, seeming to melt away on contact as it revealed my golden brown skin.

The large patches of material at my hips clearly revealed that I wasn't wearing panties, but that didn't matter either.

The front end of my short skirt had ridden high up the front of my thighs, and remained stuck there. The lower half of my pussy was now exposed as well. The upper half was partially visible through my sheer skirt as it clung to my damp pubic hair.

The sunlight behind me highlighted the gap between my thighs, outlining the exposed parts of my labia and pubic hair.

I instinctively looked down at his penis again and realized it wasn't erect because of being exposed to air. It was erect because of my own exposure to air, so to speak. 

I could now see the entire length and shape of his erect, circumcised penis. 

It was quite thin and veiny, but appeared to be about 5-6 inches in length. James is caucasian, but his penis was a darker shade than the rest of his body. 

The bulbous, mushroom shaped head appeared swollen now, the surface skin taut and red. A small amount of clear liquid exited his urethra. His large tuft of dark brown pubic hair appeared matted and drenched in sweat.

It wasn't a bad looking penis at all. I couldn't resist the urge to imagine what riding his cock would feel like.

Contrary to popular myth, some quadriplegics are quite capable of having regular erections.

An erection is the result of sustained blood flow to that region, which is not always affected by spinal cord injuries. Most quadriplegics I've ever worked with always seemed to have erections when I worked with them, and I didn't have to flash them.

I remained calm as I lowered my arms and let down my long, soaking wet hair. The fan behind me came back again, and it scattered my wet hair all over the place.

I leaned forward again, and snapped my head forward quickly. My hair, heavy with perspiration, easily whipped around with the momentum.

I remained bent over until I was able to gather all, or most of my hair. The constant blowing by both fans kept scattering strands, making it difficult.

I stood up straight and reached behind my head once more, struggling with my sticky hair as I tried to redo my ponytail. 

I looked at my reflection again. The momentum of my rapid movement had dislodged the left side of my camisole, allowing it to fall well below my left nipple!

I couldn't pull it back up until I finished binding my hair, which seemed to take forever. It was really more like 15 to 20 seconds though.

I looked at my crotch in the mirror again, and the bottom hem of my skirt had climbed higher as well. The entire lower half of my pussy was now on display!

I avoided making eye contact with James once I finished with my hair. I turned away from him as I pulled my camisole up again and pulled down the front of my skirt.

My back was still sore from bending over and I didn't want to reach across his body for for his left wrist. I also wanted to avoid looking at my reflection, so I moved to stand at the left of his bed.

The mirror was behind me now, so I wouldn't be distracted by my own appearance. I didn't have to bend over as much when I reached down to remove the bp cuff from his left wrist.

The fan which faced me when I stood at the right side of his bed was now behind me. I felt the back of my skirt rise a little as it panned towards my backside.

James turned his head to the left, towards me. I looked down at him but he appeared to be looking into the mirror behind me. 

I continued to look down at the bp cuff on his left wrist as I gradually turned to my right, towards James' face.

He didn't appear to notice as he continued to stare into the mirror behind me. I turned until I was able see the mirror from the corner of my eyes. 

The bottom half of my camisole had ridden well up my buttocks, and remained stuck to the upper part of my butt cheeks!

Most of my ass was exposed, and my gap between my thighs revealed the rear portion of my unshaven labia. My lips appeared quite swollen and puffy from this angle.

He said something, but I continued to have difficulty hearing him. He looked away from the mirror rolled his eyes in apparent frustration at having to repeat himself. 

I had to bend over again and lean down to hear what he was trying to say. I self consciously kept my right hand on my top this time as I placed my right ear near his face.

James repeated himself, "I said...it will be easier...to hear me...if you turn off...the fans."

I felt silly for not thinking of that earlier, and moved to turn off both fans. I casually pulled my skirt down as I walked, but it continued to ride back up every few steps.

I returned to the left side of his bed after turning off both fans, but started to sweat again almost immediately.

I quietly removed the bp cuff from his left wrist, unsure of what he was going to say next. I moved to stand closer to his chest as I bent down to assess his lung and heart sounds.

It wouldn't have been possible to hear anything anyway if the fans were still on, so it was good timing.

I noticed his face turn towards the mirror again as I bent down at the waist. I also felt my skirt ride up my buttocks again. 

I didn't care at all any more. He could already see everything though my transparent dress, and it was too hot to put my lab coat back on. I was glad that Annie would be gone for a few hours.

I didn't want her to see me like this and possibly report me to the office. However, James gave me the impression that he didn't mind. Well, his raging erection actually gave me that impression first.

Sweated trickled down my face and dripped onto his chest as I listened with my stethoscope. I apologized immediately, and felt more embarrassed about dripping sweat on to him.

He rolled his eyes again, and he appeared to be sweating more than me. He blinked rapidly as the salty perspiration stung his eyes. 

I saw a towel near his head and used it to dry his face and eyes.

He said thank you as he slowly turned his face from side to side to assist me.

I was really tired now from bending over again, so I supported my upper body with my right arm as I dried his face with my left. 

The motion of my left arm shook my camisole loose again, and my right strap slid off my shoulder and down my right arm as I leaned on his mattress.

The front of my camisole fell away from my chest once more, and this time without any help from the fans.

However, part of my dress still clung to my lower stomach. My breasts were totally exposed, but my pussy remained slightly hidden by the gathered fabric around my stomach and crotch.

I didn't look at him this time as I straightened up to fix my dress for what seemed like the hundredth time. 

I expected him to comment on my many flashes, but he never said a word. However, his erection said everything. 

His calm reaction to my excessive partial nudity triggered my compulsion to flash him. I'd continue to behave normally until he made a sexual remark or commented on my body.

I was prepared to put my lab coat back on in this sweltering heat if he tried anything blatantly sexual. I didn't mind his erection at all since he couldn't control that.

Besides, erections seem to validate me. I'm still self conscious at times about the size and asymmetrical shape of my dark, caramel colored nipples.

An erection tells me a man likes what he sees, putting my insecurities to rest. I've always felt less attractive than most caucasian women.

I'm only 5'1, with brown eyes, dark brown skin, and long, jet black hair that almost reaches my waist. I'm fit at around 115 lbs, but I'm built more like a female soccer player.

I'm not tall with massive breasts and pale blue eyes, and that appears to be what most men want. I'm definitely not a super model, but I think I could get a job at hooters if I had to.

My breasts are a full 32B cup, but my really large, brown areola make them look a bit larger. I'm half Filipino and half spanish, but most people mistake me for a full blooded Hispanic.

I digress again.

I looked at my watch. I had been there less than an hour, but he'd already seen more of my body than most men will ever see in 12 hours.

I returned to his bed to retrieve my gear and placed them back into my bag. I didn't make eye contact again until I returned to his bedside. This time I chose to squat down on the floor, to the left of his bed.

I placed my left arm on top of his mattress as I shifted my weight forward, raising my heels and balancing on the balls of my feet.

My thighs automatically widened as well to maintain my balance. The abrupt motion caused my clingy, elastic skirt to retract rapidly up my outstretched thighs.

My pussy demanded to be seen, and she wasn't taking no for an answer! This was truly unintentional. The heat forced me to focus on one thing at a time, and modesty wasn't it.

I squatted right by his upper arm, so I think my pussy was within his field of view as he turned his left to face me. It didn't help that my crotch faced him at a 45* degree angle.

I thought then, that it helped him more than it helped me. Maybe it helped both of us.

I was in full exhibitionism mode now. I'd already given him a close up of my breasts anyway, and he'd seen my pussy from only slightly further away. Another foot or two didn't matter to me.

My pussy was beyond drenched now, for reasons beyond the mere heat. She was on fire, my hormones stoking the flames higher. I didn't mean to make that rhyme.

He surprised me when he looked into my eyes at first. I didn't see him even try to look at my crotch, until I looked away to my left for a moment.

My lateral vision picked up the motion of his head as he shifted it slightly more towards me, and turned more sharply to his left. His left cheek almost touched the sheet, and his chin rested on his left shoulder.

I kept looking away until I telegraphed that I was going to face him again. This gave him time to adust his head once more as I finally looked over at him. He appeared to be looking up at the ceiling, not me.

I glanced down at my pussy immediately, wondering if he'd seen something...unsightly. Most women are self conscious about the appearance of their vaginas. We wouldn't groom or shave them if we weren't.

My swollen lips were quite obvious, shiny and glazed over with excessive secretions, and I thought my pubic hair was trimmed well enough to wear a french cut bikini. She looked cute in my opinion, glistening as she was.

I quickly looked up, satisfied and less insecure. James didn't miss a beat.

"Can we...get started...on my...bed bath...now?"

To be continued...



Flashing Around Town & Home



My boyfriend has gotten me from being a shy wallflower to a brazen exhibitionist, walking around my house in the suburbs naked during the day. I have driven around town completely naked and enjoyed it. I have done quite a few things for him while he is at work and talking to me on my cell phone. I was surfing the net and rubbing myself when he called one morning and asked what I was up to. He said he was horny and wanted me to make him cum while showing off my huge 44DDD titties and shaved pussy. I asked what he wanted me to do; knowing whatever it was would get my pussy flowing.

He asked if I needed gas in my car and I said, "Yes." He said that he wanted me to get gas naked. It was cold outside so I told him that I would put on a short silk robe and expose myself on the way. He agreed and I was off. When I got in the car, it wasn't only the brisk air that had my nipples so hard. I was so excited by the idea of my boyfriend cumming for me while I fulfilled his fantasy, had my pussy so wet, it threatened to stain my silk robe.

I know of a full service gas station, which is a rarity these days, and I chose it to get someone up close but still be safe in my car. I drove to the service station with my robe open and my titties in plain view of anyone who looked. I had my boyfriend on the phone as I drove up to the pump. The attendant, a middle-aged man came up and I told him to fill the tank. My boyfriend told me to make sure my robe was all the way open and to spread my legs. The attendant had started the pump and came up to wash my windshield. I relayed this info and was told to rub my pussy and make sure my legs stayed apart. My heart was racing at this point, with my sexy boyfriend masturbating for me on the phone and this stranger ogling my hard nipples and soaking pussy through my windshield while he cleaned it. He kept going back and forth, cleaning the same area, and intently watching my fingers going in and out of my steaming pussy. He finally had to leave when the pump shut off and take my money. I purposely gave him a large bill so he would have to make change. As he handed me the change he said, " Thank you and come again anytime!" with a big grin. I thought it strange he said no other comments as if he seen naked ladies all the time at his pumps. 

I then drove to a park to finish with my boyfriend, who was really worked up but hadn't cum yet. I had been here many times before, sitting naked at the picnic shelter during the light of day, teasing the grounds workers and path walkers. I was telling my boyfriend how I would love his cock in me and how much I wanted his cum in my mouth. I could tell he was close by his heavy breathing and what he was saying to me. I seen a walker coming up the path by where I was parked and told him so. I told him that I would get out of my car as the walker neared. My nipples hardened to the idea of another stranger seeing my naked body. I opened the door and slowly slipped out of the car making sure my titties were hanging free. My boyfriend told me to drop the robe and start playing with my pussy. I looked up the path at the walker and started to finger fucking myself and heard my boyfriend cumming over the phone. I smiled at the walker, picked up my robe, slowly sliding it over my shoulders. I returned to the car and drove home. 

On the way, I asked what he had in mind next. He told me an idea involving the mailman. I told him I would do it the next day. He called the next afternoon to ask if the mailman had come by yet. I said, "No, not yet." And we talked about what we would do to each other when we got together. After his call, I was so hot; I wasn't able to even get out of bed. I was so excited; I had to play with my pussy. I was still playing when he called on his way home. I was so close . . .so close. When I heard his voice again, I was able to cum. 

I knew it was very near time for the mailman, so as soon as my legs were steady enough, I grabbed my robe and ran for the front door, yanking the slinky material over my very hard nipples and still pulsing pussy. Yes, the mailman was coming down the street, very close to my mailbox.

I intended to step away from the house and accidentally let my robe fall open. I could see how steady the rain was, and how hard the wind was blowing. I thought the wind could help with the accidental showing of my naked body. Just as I stepped even with the front of the house, the wind whipped my robe wide open and the mailman, now arriving at my driveway, saw everything.

This isn't quite the way I planned it, but I tried to smile at him as I frantically reached for the flying edges of my robe. I slowed a bit, letting the edges get away from me again and again. Even when I caught them and tried to pull it over my body, I didn't try too hard. The gusts of the wind made it impossible for my big titties to be covered more than a second, and surely the wind was playing games with the loose edges of the bottom of the robe. At no time was my pussy out of the mailman's sight. When I finally caught the edges, I half-heartedly attempted to close the robe, but he saw everything as I walked out to him to get my mail.

If I weren't so nervous, I would have laughed at the open-mouthed mailman. I thought his eyes were going to fall out of his head. He was staring so hard at my huge tits. Valiantly fighting the wind for control of the robe, I walked down the driveway to the open-mouthed mailman. It took him a second or two to close his mouth and remember to hand me my package and letter. I was trying to hold the edges closed with one hand as I reached for the small package. The rough wind snatched the robe away from me and it flew open again. When he delivered the items, he clasped the steering wheel in a death grip. It was funny! But I was too nervous at the time to appreciate it all.

He never said a word to me, and I didn't say anything to him. When he handed me the materials, I gave him a small smile and turned to walk back to the house. The wind still whipped at my robe, and I felt the air touch my naked ass and pussy when my robe blew up and away from my body.

Even with the wind blowing, I knew I hadn't heard the mailman leave yet. When I reached the holly bush, I turned to see what the mailman was doing. He was still staring. I decided to give him a good view of my pussy as I bent over from the waist to pick up the belt that flew out of my hands as soon as I walked out of the house. Fortunately, the belt was tangled around the bush by the front door. I bent all the way over to pick it up. Dead silence behind me. When I slowly stood up, I looked at the mailman again. He still sat there watching me. I don't think the hard thing between his legs would allow him to drive! I smiled at him again and walked into the house.

If the wind hadn't been blowing so hard, I'll bet he could have smelled my scent. I wonder what the mailman's going to dream about?

While this story doesn't involve direct sex, it is entirely true. It is not a fictionalized account.