4 comments/ 42641 views/ 8 favorites Birth of an Exhibitionist By: MaverickMan This story took place when I was in college at about 19 years of age. I had come back to my home town for the summer to work and earn money for the next year. I decided one weekend to go back down to the college to look up a friend and have a fun weekend. Turned out he wasn't there. I found out later that he had gone on a canoe trip. So I decided to call around and see who was home. I finally located a close and very cute female friend, Anna, who I liked. She invited me over for dinner. Well, it didn't stop with dinner. We ended up in bed and spent about 3 or 4 hours driving each other crazy. Right in the middle of the third or fourth time there was a knock on the door. Anna said to wait and she went to find out who it was. In a minute or two I recognized the voice of Chrissy another of our female friends. They talked for a few minutes and then the girl who came over said that she saw my car outside and asked if I was there. Anna admitted that I was and called to me to come out. I really didn't want to put all my clothes on (they had already been talking about what was going on anyway) so I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist, trying to tuck it very tightly so I would stay covered. I went out to say hello. Almost immediately, I felt like I was naked as Chrissy was looking right through my towel (if you know what I mean). It was a little embarrassing but it was also a little exciting knowing that I was naked underneath the towel and this hot girl was a friend who had never seen me naked. I sat down across the table from her because I was getting hard again. Remember, I was still at an age where I still got hard at the drop of a hat or virtually anything else. Being seated didn't really help the tent in my towel but at least I was covered by the table. We talked for a while and Anna kept teasing me by reaching up under the table and pretending to be pulling the towel off, which helped to keep me hard. After a few minutes Anna decided that she was thirsty and hadn't offered anything to anybody else either. Everybody was thirsty and she asked me to get some sodas from the refrigerator. The table was against the wall and I had to go all the way around the table to get past both girls into the kitchen . There was no way to hide the tent in the towel as I did that. Of course, it took half a second, or less, for both of them to notice and they immediately started teasing me a little with sexual comments of the type that I'm sure you have heard many times. And they both watched me all the way around the table and into the kitchen. The sodas were on the bottom shelf and so I bent over to get three of them and Chrissy gave a whistle and they both started laughing and saying "Boy, you really look happy" and "Yummy" and such. Seems the towel was not long enough when I bent over and I was showing a back view of the family jewels and got even harder as I turned red for one of the few times in my life. I could feel my face burning and the heat spreading down my body. I stood up rather quickly so as to preserve some dignity and shut the refrigerator door. I went to the counter, opened the three bottles and then picked them up to take them to the table. I had to use both hands to do this. Well, it seems that the sitting down and the bending over and walking around had loosened the tucked in portion of the towel and just as I got right next to Chrissy, I stepped on her foot and stumbled against the table trying to keep from falling and still maintain my grip on the bottles. At the same moment she reached out to steady me just as the towel dropped to the floor, leaving me completely naked, with a huge hard on inches from the face a girl who was just a friend. I made a move to turn a bit to preserve a little dignity, but her hand was at my left hip and open as she was reaching out steady me and I succeeded in turning my cock straight into her open hand. I was turning redder by the second and still had both hands full of open soda bottles. Well, she wrapped her fingers around my cock and they both started laughing and teasing me again about being really happy to see them, etc. In turning away I had put the table behind me and with her holding on to my cock it was a little difficult to turn and put the bottles down. For a few seconds neither of them was about to help me out since they were enjoying my predicament. I finally twisted around just enough to reach the table with the bottles and set them down. I tried to crouch down to retrieve the towel. Not that I wasn't enjoying the hand on my cock but it was extremely embarrassing since I had just lost my virginity that spring and was not really used to being naked around others. Anna got the towel before me and she was on the other side of the table. I started around the table to see if I could get the towel but she had moved to my chair and was sitting on the towel. She started asking "Why do you need it? Why not give us a thrill and stay naked." Both of them were working on me and without just throwing her off the chair I wasn't going to get the towel and probably wouldn't have gotten it easily even if I did that. And of course I would be naked anyway rolling and crawling around after her to get the towel. I finally decided that it wasn't worth it and even though I was still red as a beet and really nervous, I finally just stood up and got my soda and stood there with my cock sticking out and started drinking it as they both stared at my cock. As I sat down in the chair between them I could feel my cock getting harder and harder to the point it almost hurt as this was very exciting despite being embarrassing. They stopped me from pulling my chair toward the table by holding the legs with their feet so as not to allow me to spoil the view and I was forced to sit there naked as we talked for at least another hour. My cock stayed rock hard the whole time in part because it stayed exciting and both of them reached over every once in a while and touched some part of my naked body including Anna brushing my cock a couple of times. Despite the way they were treating me I think that Chrissy was a little shy and more reserved than you would think, given the scenario. Finally she said, " Can I ask you something?" She looked to both Anna and me as she waited for an answer. We said, "Yes, of course." We were both a little shocked when she asked if she could touch my cock again(although I honestly think she used the term "thing") and see it up close for a few minutes. I looked at Anna because I didn't want to offend her and I wasn't too sure about letting Chrissy do it anyway and thought Anna could give me an out if she objected. But no!!!! She said, with a little devilish smile on her face, "I don't mind at all." I wasn't really averse to this (I mean, what man in his right mind would object to a sexy young woman playing with his cock) but It was not originally part of the night's plan. I thought for a minute and then said it would be OK. She asked If she could do it over on the couch so it would be more comfortable for both of us. So I moved over to the couch and sat down with a big pillow behind my back so I was kinda laying down with my legs out under the coffee table. She came and sat down beside me. Anna brought her chair over to sit right across the coffee table from me, leaning forward so she could watch the proceedings clearly. Chrissy spent the next 10 minutes playing with my cock. She never really masturbated me even though she slid her hand up and down it a few times during the examination. She was really fascinated by my foreskin and she pulled it up until she had the head completely covered and she was holding my cock up by it. She slid it down and watched as it kinda rolled off the head. If it could be done in an examination of a cock, I think she did it. She spread the pee hole and held my cock in the fingers of both hands as she looked at the glans all the way around flipping the edge of it a little and kinda giggling when it did a tiny jiggle. She turned it every which way but loose, sometimes to get better light on the part she was examining and sometimes to see the range of motion (she turned it round like a crank on a churn and pulled it down between my legs. She did anything she could think to do. How I didn't cum during this, I don't know. But probably because I had already had sex three or four times, I was able to hold off. Anna was watching the whole thing intently and smiling really big at how much fun her friend was having. After a while I realized that I was getting close and was really struggling to hold on and not show it. Well it turned out that there was one thing she hadn't done yet. It was something that I wasn't expecting since I had never had it done to me in my life. Without warning she leaned down over my cock, as she had done many times during the 10 minutes, to get closer looks, so I never saw it coming. I was expecting more of the same. Well, it wasn't the same. She was holding my cock upright with her hand around the base and playing up and down a little with the loose skin. She proceeded straight down and didn't stop a few inches away, like she had every time before, but she opened her mouth and took the head of my cock in her mouth and started sucking and swirling her tongue around like she was tasting it. I involuntarily jerked upward a little when she did this and went deeper into her hot little mouth. She groaned and I came right then. The first shot caught her as much by surprise as it did me. She gulped and pulled off my cock with a little pop since she was kinda sucking as she swallowed. The next five shots went all over me and she started pumping me up and down like it was a reflex action and they both started laughing and giggling and Anna clapping her hands. I dribbled out a couple more shots and Chrissy totally surprised me by scooping up a tiny bit of my cum with her finger and tasting it. I guess she really didn't "taste" the first shot since she had swallowed almost reflexively. They both started talking about how cool it was and Anna asked Chrissy, "What possessed you to do that? What did it feel like? Did it taste good?" And the whole time Chrissy kept rolling my cock in her fingers. I somehow stayed hard after my fourth cum of the night. I found out later that this wasn't something that happened to every guy. Anna went to get a warm wash cloth and they both spent a few minutes washing me clean. Chrissy thanked me profusely and talked about how it was the most amazing thing she had ever done. I figured out she had probably never been with or seen a guy in a sexual context. Chrissy got up and quietly said that she should go so we could get back to our fun. I stood up and walked over to er and gave her what could have been her first hug from a naked guy with a hard on. And then I walked her to the door of the apartment and opened it for her. She blushed bright red again when she realized that I had just opened the outside door naked. She thanked me again, kissed me on the lips, hugged me close again and gently squeezed my cock. As she walked out the door I leaned a little bit out the door and looked both ways and saw nobody was about (it was about 2:30 AM or so) so I just stood there naked in the door way as she walked to the car, got in, and started the engine. I was fully illuminated when she turned on the headlights (Anna's apartment was on the first floor) and I could see her mouth form into an O shape before she smiled and licked her lips. All in all it was an exciting night. Birth of an Exhibitionist Tommy and I are headed to the Borders bookstore at the mall. I love to read, but that's not the purpose today. Tommy has been bugging me to let him film an up-skirt video in a public place. I've finally agreed. He thinks it's because he's so charming and persuasive. Boys. They'll never learn. He's not that charming. This is for me. The thought is both scary and a titillating fantasy: acting trashy in a public place, especially a busy, upscale setting. It seems deliciously salacious. If the thought is arousing, the deed would be a smashing lark. If I have the courage to do it. And, especially if we don't get caught. The palm-sized video recorder is in Tommy's pocket. We tested it in the parking lot to be sure it was charged and ready to go. As we walk through the mall, it's crowded on this fall Saturday afternoon. I'm wearing a school girl skirt in blue, green and white plaid. It reaches several inches above my knees when I'm standing and swings easily with the sway of my hips. The many pleats give it easy mobility. Perfect for what I'm planning. The top is a demure white blouse. My socks come to just below my knees. Altogether, I'm the picture of innocence. Quite in line with my usual character. If I go through with this, the outfit will be the perfect incongruous cover. Who would think such a sweet looking girl would be doing something so slutty. I hope the conservative clothes will be a disincentive for wandering eyes. They'll be much more enticing eye candy around to attract men who are ogling girls. Especially, in a mall full of females in tiny skirts and blouses so tight they highlight their nipples. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. Just because I'm filming an up-skirt video, doesn't mean I want some perv staring at my undies in the store. The whole idea is to get away with a public display of my panties and crotch, without anyone actually seeing them. I want to make a video, not a scene. Tommy's already distracted. The thought of me doing something so different from my normal reticence has him in heat. He keeps glancing at me with lustful eyes. Maybe that kind of reaction is why I want to do this. Try something different from my goody-goody reputation. Convince my friends, and maybe myself, that I'm not as uptight as everybody thinks. Whatever. Just planning this and starting to play the part of a showy tease feels exciting. Liberating. Fun. When we enter the first floor of the two story Borders, there are a lot of people shopping and browsing. All ages. Singles, couples, families and groups of friends. Like us, a number are in their early twenties. Now that we're here, Tommy is actually more nervous than I am. He suggested making the video at a bench in an isolated part of the park with only a few people wandering around. He didn't think I was serious when I said it should be the bookstore. This is blowing his mind. He's torn between fear of the embarrassment of being caught, and the thrill of having a horny fantasy fulfilled. And he's just the cameraman. I, or my panties, would be the star of the show. My stomach is starting to flutter from nerves and excitement. Looking around, he points and suggests a quiet corner in the stacks of the upstairs balcony. Getting into my new brazen persona, I shake my head no. I'll have none of that. If we're going to do this naughty adventure, we're doing it right. I lead him to the magazine racks near the cafe. It's one of the busiest parts of the store. People are swirling between the books, music and magazines. Others are sitting in the café lounge or standing in line for the registers. Perfect. We find a couple of twelve inch high wooden stools at the magazine display. I take the first one and slide it with my foot to the front most rack where the fashion magazines are located. Tommy positions the other one about seven feet away. I sit next to the rack and scan the magazines while he prepares the video recorder. Sitting on the low stool has brought my skirt up to mid-thigh. I smooth the material with my brightly painted fingernails and begin flicking through the most recent copy of Glamour. Looking at the latest fashions and pushing my long hair behind my ear, I appear the typical girl next door. The crowd of people gives me pause about what the heck I'm thinking of doing. So many people. So many eyes. Maybe the park would have been a better place to start. Tommy removes his jacket and sits on the floor with his back to the rack. Placing his coat on the stool, he slips the recorder underneath with the lens pointing toward my legs. He surreptitiously fiddles with it making certain it frames my entire body, but especially has a good angle upward toward my thighs. He signals with a nod that he's ready, and then picks up a car magazine that is his cover. The corner is real busy. I shake my shoulders to relax my body and improve my posture. Trying hard to act natural and not look like a nervous criminal. Anxiously, I begin by casually crossing my legs at the knee. My skirt rides up and exposes even more skin. While appearing to be engrossed in the magazine, I rub my hand along the outside flesh of my leg and give my face an expression of spontaneous pleasure. Looking around furtively, I'm encouraged that no one seems to be watching. I relax a bit and determine to proceed. There is a slight pause in the traffic and I swing my hips around to point toward the camera. Uncrossing my legs, I keep my knees pressed tightly together. Just like Mom taught me that good girls do. With the short skirt, I suspect this position seems quite the tease to Tommy and the camera. So close to the goodies, but still out of sight. One more look around for reassurance, then I ratchet up my courage. Keeping my eyes glued to the page, I quickly open and close my legs. It wasn't much, but judging from Tommy's reaction, it was more than he expected. The hardest thing is for me to keep a calm expression on my face while my heart is racing. My eyes are darting in every direction. I expect to see some startled reaction. Or hear an audible gasp. Or, god forbid, security coming to haul me away for public indecency. But the seconds pass and nothing happens. The only evidence of my first flash is that Tommy is grinning like a masturbating ape. I swear, men must have the shortest fuse in the animal kingdom. With the ice safely broken, I feel an exhilarating rush. Tommy and I are sharing a scandalous and sexy experience. And, it's recorded for later viewing pleasure. Even though no one else saw it, they could have. The possibility of being discovered and branded as a tramp adds to a surprising adrenalin high. I love tempting fate and dodging a bullet. I'm ready for more. The devil in me wants to emerge and shove Daddy's little angel aside. I try to ignore Tommy's lascivious expression and barely concealed stare. He's supposed to be on the look-out to help me avoid trouble, but he's riveted. It's not enough for him to see it later; he doesn't want to miss any of the live action. He's no longer thinking with his head. I guess I shouldn't be surprised; men are constantly trying to get a peek at some girl's panties. People are standing right next to us reaching for magazines and strolling in and out of the cafe. Feeling emboldened, I slide my skirt higher on my legs and slowly open my legs again. This time I keep them open longer. While the first move was a flash, this is a more blatant display. My skirt lifts up across my thighs and gives a panoramic view of my purple lace, "fuck me" panties. I picked them out special for this occasion because of their whorish appeal. When someone gets too close, I slowly cross my legs in as natural a move as I can. My eyes meet Tommy's and we both giggle at the success of our risqué game. My body is tingling. I'm really getting into it. I start vamping for the camera and flashing poses. Licking my lips and pouting like a bimbo. Tommy is clearly aroused and the front of his trousers is starting to tent from his hard-on. It encourages me to push the limit further. I keep scanning the crowd. When the moment is right, I move beyond quick flashes. I point my toes straight toward the camera and spread them wide as if stretching to relieve my muscles. The video is getting a long and full shot all the way to my sex. A warm feeling sweeps through my groin. Even though it's only Tommy and the camera that are seeing my low class show, I feel as if I'm on stage doing a strip tease. Tommy signals thumbs up now that he has the money shot. He's ready to leave before he bursts. Though he's clearly excited, he's had enough risk for one day. I'm sure he's eager to get back to my place and do something about that woody. If he can last that long. He'll have to wait; I'm not ready to leave. This could be addictive. It's like I'm the star of my own private porno. All these people. So close, and they don't have a clue. Especially the guys. If they knew what was going on, they'd probably pop a nut, just like Tommy. This is way hotter than I dreamed. My panties are actually getting damp and my nipples are stiff. I continue for a few more minutes with some promiscuous flashes that make Tommy's hungry eyes widen. His excited reactions are incredibly positive feedback. They make me feel erotic. I'm seduced to do a longer hip swaying salacious display. Biting my lower lip like a teasing whore, I slowly caress my hands down my spread legs. A frumpy mother towing a child almost catches me. She abruptly stops a few feet away and turns her head to stare. I pretend not to notice and feign intense interest in the magazine. Crossing my legs sedately at the ankles and with my hand absently playing with the cross on my necklace, I put on the picture of innocence. She walks away with a scowl and Tommy can barely contain his snorting laughs. When the coast seems clear, I return to my slutty performance. I open another button on my blouse. For the finale, I lean forward as if to show Tommy a picture in the magazine. In reality, it's to give the camera a close-up cleavage picture with plenty of breast and a flash of my sheer lace push-up. What was intended to be a short and clandestine romp has crossed the line. It has become an increasingly smutty spectacle. Tommy is practically salivating and I manage to avoid the drool from his wide open mouth. Flushed from the sexual electricity surging through my body, I abandon caution. So far, it's been a private exhibition that could be explained away as unintentional panty flashes. But I want something on tape that is obvious and overt. With one last look around, I thrust out my excited breasts. Simultaneously, I plant my feet flat on the floor and spread my knees as wide as possible. This move is visible not only to the camera, but to anyone on this side of the store, if they were looking in this direction. Tommy is swooning, sweaty and making guttural bedroom sounds. I'd be shocked if his boxers are not full of cum. I am possessed and can't control myself. Before someone notices, I reach between my legs and inside my panties. I swipe my slit and aroused clit to coat my fingers. Bringing them to my lips, I make a scene of licking the luscious juice. Closing my legs for a last time, I am in an orgasmic haze. I'm breathing heavily and my heart is pounding. Replacing the magazine on the rack, I stand while trying to maintain an expression that belies my randy state. I straighten the pleats on my skirt. It's time to find someplace to fuck Tommy's brains out and get some relief. He is addled from hormones. Just as well. I stand close to him and take the camera. Before Tommy can protest, I remove the picture disc and drop it in my purse. This is for my personal collection. I don't want it to end up on You Tube. Turning to leave, I give one last glance around my domain. My eye catches the face of a middle aged man at a table in the cafe. He is staring at me with a knowing smile. He raises his coffee cup in salute, nods his head and silently mouths, "Nice show". For all my wantonness, I am mortified. My confidence that I was so cleverly discreet comes crashing down. I turn crimson and feel like everyone in the store is staring at me. Spinning my head, no one else seems to have noticed. Still in heat and even more eager to leave, I give one last look at my unexpected audience. WTF. He already thinks I'm a slut. I flick my head to swirl my hair, brush my tit with my hand as if removing some dust, wink and blow him an air kiss. He laughs. Tommy is baffled, but still not completely coherent. I take his hand and we head for the car. I'll be back. Birth of an Exhibitionist & Voyeur I have had some requests to explain how I got involved in V&E. This story might not have as much sex as some reader will expects, but it is s true re-telling of my first experience. * It all started in my freshman year in college. I attended Indiana University, in Bloomington, Indiana. Although it was a state school, I was not from Indiana. Prior to this I had never even been to Indiana. Everything was new to me: college, being away from home, the Mid-West, the partying, the girls. My next door neighbors in the all-male dorm were a pair of brothers from upstate. They had been to Bloomington to visit older siblings, so they knew the area. The part of Indiana that the college was in was known for mining limestone. Many of the buildings on campus had been built with stone mined just outside of the town. There were still active quarries in the area. But if they hit water when they were digging for stone, the quarry would be abandoned. Apparently the expense of pumping the water out wasn't worth it. So the abandoned quarries were basically swimming holes. If you've seen the movie "Breaking Away" you know exactly what I'm referring to as that movie was filmed in Bloomington and features one of the quarries. I attended college prior to that movie; I had no idea that the quarries existed. Early in the school year on a Friday my neighbors decided that we should go out to the quarries. They just described it as a local swimming hole. It sounded good to me. We loaded up a cooler with beer, grabbed some towels, and headed out. The quarry that we went to was not that easy to find. Of course there were no signs pointing the way. It was illegal to swim in any of the quarries; the property was probably still owned by the mining companies, and even if it wasn't, the town was not about to publicize the location. But the brothers knew where they we going and within a half hour we were at the end of a dirt road. There were some other cars parked there. We unloaded our supplies and headed up a dirt walking path out of the parking area. Now, what my friends had apparently decided not to tell me was that the quarries were clothing optional. Not officially labeled as such, but the when the mining was abandoned big slabs of stone were left surrounding the water filled pit. These were perfect for lying out on, and, in the college spirit, many of the students did so in the nude. The walking path led to the quarry. It came to a 'T'; going either way led down to the water. However, at the T there was a slab of limestone and a coed had decided that it was a perfect spot for her to sunbathe. Basically everyone that came to the quarry had to walk almost right up to her. To make matters worse, or better I should say, she had positioned herself so that you had to walk directly toward her crotch. Those were the days prior to the extreme shaving that women do these days. However, this coed was neatly trimmed and sparsely covered. And apparently very proud of everything she had. Now, I was somewhat sexually experienced, but I had never seen such a sight in broad daylight. I'm sure my jaw dropped and my eyes bugged out. That was probably the effect she was seeking; looking back at it now I realize that she probably had little interest in sunbathing and was more set on being seen. I had experienced my first exhibitionist! Moving on, we came to an overlook. What a glorious sight! Scattered all over the rocks were college students of all shapes and sizes in various states of undress. Although some people had shorts and t-shirts on, many of the guys were naked and most of the women were at least topless. We worked our way down to an empty rock, close enough to the water that we could jump in, but still high enough to have a good view of all of the sights. None of us stripped down that day. I felt like I could, but also felt that it wouldn't be right, being with a bunch of guys that I didn't really know that well. I do know that this was my first exposure to clothing optional and I knew that I would be visiting this place as often as my class schedule and the weather would allow. On the next free day that I had I headed back to the quarry by myself. I wanted to get naked in front of other people, but I have to admit I was a little nervous. Of course one of my biggest concerns was getting an erection. I now know that nudity does not necessarily equal sex, but back then, with my raging hormones, there was very little difference between the two. Combine that with the fact that I was living with another guy in the dorm with very little opportunity to take matters into my own hand and I was a walking time bomb. I wasn't sure of what to wear. Giving myself a bit of an out, I wore a t-shirt with cutoffs. I debated about wearing underwear and decided against it. If I did chicken out I could always go swimming in my cutoffs. When I got there I was very surprised that the same naked coed was at the intersection of the paths, in the same position as the previous visit. I was no less shocked that time. I wondered if she ever went to classes; what would she do when the weather got colder; did she ever graduate? I made my way down close to the water and found a nice slab of limestone that was unoccupied. I laid down my towel, dropped my backpack, took off my t shirt, and ... just sat down for a while. I needed some time to build up my resolve. Back in those days college was full of pot smokers, including myself, so I lit up a joint and tried to relax. After about an hour I decided that I was ready to take the plunge so to speak. I looked around and realized that it wasn't that crowded yet, and nobody seemed to be concerned about me. So I stood up, took a deep breath, and dropped my cutoffs. It's hard for me to explain the rush I got. If you have been naked in public you probably know it. I still get the same rush these days. I stood there enjoying my new found freedom for just a moment or two. Looking around I did see some people glance my way, but nothing overt and, thank God, no shrieks of laughter. I felt the tingle of an erection, so before anything bigger developed I turned and dove into the water. Not the safest thing I've ever done, but the water was crystal clear and I could see that there were no obstructions. Ahh to be young! After cooling off in the spring fed water, I climbed back onto my rock and was able to fully relax. After a while I sat up and looked around at my fellow students in their varying states of undress. I tried to be casual about it. People-watching is one of my favorite things to do, and this was one of the best places to do it. I noticed that a lot of the other sun worshipers were casually checking each other out as well. So I guess that is to be expected to some degree. I found that as long as I just looked, and didn't allow my mind to skip off into fantasy, I was able to keep my dick under control. A little bit of a hard on, somewhere between flaccid and full blown, was fine. Actually it made for a good 'showing', so I was ok with that. Over the following four years of college I visited the quarries many, many times, sometimes by myself but more often with girls. I took girlfriends, prospective girlfriends and just friends that were girls. They all knew what they were getting into, and they all seemed to be curious about the experience. And they all, every single one, got naked. I'm sure that seeing how casual I was about stripping down helped relax them enough to also strip down. I never had to pressure them. When I went with a current girlfriend we would frequently do some dares to show off a bit, and almost always had sex afterwards. Perhaps there are some stories for another time. With prospective girlfriends, getting naked was a great way to break the ice. It was particularly fun when a girl (friend) would want to bring another friend with her. I felt like a sultan having two naked girls with me. We would kid each other about being naked, and I would often have to cool off in the water when conversations got too heated. Once or twice I popped an erection before I could get in; I would learn to roll over onto my stomach and think 'dick-deflating' thoughts until I was soft enough to get up and hit the water. I have lots of stories to tell you about my visits to the quarry, but one stands out and needs telling now. I had a female friend that I often hung out with. Our relationship was strictly platonic; we had a lot of similar interests and similar tastes in music, theater, and movies, so we often went out together. I was strictly in the friend zone with her. I must admit that early on I fantasized about her, but soon enough came to accept our friendship for what it was, and that was fine with me. She knew that I had gone 'skinny dipping' as she called it (I prefer clothing optional). I'd often invite her to come with me, and while she always declined, she would say that she'd come along one of these days. One day I told her I was thinking of going out there on the upcoming weekend, and invited her. To my surprise she accepted. I told her I'd bring food and drink and we could make a day out of it. So Saturday morning I picked her up and we headed out. We had talked about the quarries a lot so she knew just what to expect. The coed at the T wasn't there; she had probably flunked out by that time. We climbed down to the water's edge and claimed a nice flat slab, plenty big enough for us to spread out on. I, being the 'experienced' one, wasted no time in stripping down. I expected her to be a bit reluctant, but by the time I had put my clothes in a pile of to the side, she was already naked. I didn't even have a chance to check her out before she turned and jumped into the water. I stood there and watched her as she swam underwater for a bit. When she surfaced she turned to me, gave me a once over, and called me a chicken for not coming in. Of course I was up for that challenge and before long we were lounging around in the water. Based on my experiences with other first-timers, I was a bit surprised with how quickly she had adjusted to being naked in public, but I think we had talked about it often enough that nothing came as a surprise. After a while we decided to get out and dry off. This can be tricky, as you sometimes have to do a bit of climbing to get out. I pointed to a spot that was not too difficult to get out, but there were two things I really hadn't thought about. First off, once out we'd have to walk past a handful of other students to get back to our spot, and, more importantly, there was no way to climb out with showing pretty much everything you have. So, being a gentleman, I let her exit first. That was one of the best decisions in my young life. She tried climbing out without overexposing herself and failed miserably. She lost her footing and fell back onto me. That was the first time we had any physical contact, and it was far from erotic, but naked bodies rubbing against each other is always a good thing and I realized that I was going to have to be careful. Laughing, and apologizing, she tried again, this time throwing caution, and modesty, to the wind. She started to slip and I gave her a steadying push, succeeding in getting two handfuls of ass. Again, what's a gentleman to do? After all, she did have a very fine ass, and it was staring right at me. She regained her balance, looked back at me over her shoulder, threw me a smile and proceeded. Now it was not only her ass staring at me but her sweet young pussy. She realized that of course, and asked if I was enjoying the show. I laughed and said that I had no idea what she was talking about, which got a laugh out of her as well. So she exited the water and climbed up to a safer rock. This was the first real look I had of her fully naked and I was a bit surprised. She didn't have the biggest breasts (don't ask me bra size), but they looked great on her frame. Her pussy, from the front, was trimmed enough to be able to put on a bikini bottom, but far from the Brazilian look that is popular these days. The curls below matched her curly brunette hair. Although I had pictured her nude, in my imagination, she was far more attractive than my fantasized images. She knew I was looking. She smiled and said that it was my turn, apparently intent on now being the watcher instead of the being watched. I wasn't afraid of losing my footing, but I did have another issue of concern. Since the moment that I felt her ass I had been getting hard, even in the cool water. I told her that perhaps I had better stay in the water and bit longer. She knew why, and could probably even see my hard on through the clear water. She said not to worry and to go ahead and be a chicken if I wanted to. I think she knew by then that I don't like being challenged. So before I could think better of it I started to climb out. Once my lower body cleared the water I paused and looked up at her. I didn't help that she was standing above me and that, in order not to slip off of the rocks, her legs were slightly spread. Tearing my eyes away from that view and further up her body I could see that her eyes were fixed on my erection. I'm not saying it was the biggest, but it was more than ample. I paused for a second and continued to climb out. She grabbed my hand to help me up to her rock, and continued to hold it as was climbed over more rocks to get back to our sunbathing spot. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world, holding hands with an attractive naked coed, walking with an erection that showed no signs of backing down. I'm sure we got plenty of looks from the other bathers, some of whom we had to pass pretty close to in order to get back to our spot. I didn't care by then and apparently neither did she. The rest of the day passed without incident. We enjoyed our food, drink (and weed). I was surprised at how at ease she felt being naked with me. Skinny dipping is one thing, lying out side by side is quite another thing. She had no problem in lying so that I could see all of her; in fact I was guessing that she enjoyed it. I reciprocated by never obstructing her view of my cock. There wasn't much touching, although we did help each other with some sunscreen. I got another good feel of her butt, as she did mine. We watched each other lather up our privates, which of course got me hard again. She mentioned that it was quite impressive, and I, rather clinically, said that I was glad she approved. Eventually, after some more swimming, it was time to leave. We got dressed and held hands as we climbed back to the path to the parking area. As we drove back to campus, she told me that it was a great day and though she had initially thought she would be too shy to get naked, once she did it felt great. I laughed and told her that now she knows why I go there so often. She slid over next to me and put her hand on my thigh, right below where my cutoffs ended. She said she was glad that I was so easy about it, that she was glad I didn't pressure her into doing anything further. I smiled and looked over at her. I could see that the look on her face had changed, somehow going from innocent to guilty. And with that look she slid her hand further, up under the legs of my shorts. She said she wanted to thank me for sharing, for being so open, and her hand found my dick. She knew I was in commando mode. I knew she was too; when she got dressed I saw her put her bikini bottoms into her backpack, opting for just a t-shirt and shorts. Once her hand closed around me, I got hard quickly. She asked if she could see it again. I'm a gentleman, remember, so who am I to deny such a request? So I helped her unzip me and she fished it out. She jacked me off on the way home, once closing her mouth around me for some added lubrication. That was the first time I had ever gotten a BJ while driving. I was happy and sad -- happy for obvious reasons, but sad that the ride back was so short. But when we got to her dorm, she told me her roomie was away for the weekend and asked if we could spend some more time. Well, yes of course....Duh! I won't go into detail in this story, perhaps at another time, but we both were naked again pretty quickly. We pretty much spent the entire weekend naked, even ordering pizza that for much needed nourishment. And on Sunday we got dressed just enough to go out and spend some more time at the quarry, enjoying watching and being watched.