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Rachel Reveals All

By: Rachel6



My life story as an exhibitionist. 

Contents:

Preface

Chapter 1. Rude Awakening

Chapter 2. Let Me Introduce Myself

Chapter 3. Strange Yearnings

Chapter 4. You Should Have been Riding The same Trains As Me

Chapter 5. Memories Of A Good Girl Guide

Chapter 6. My Second Girl Guide Badge

Chapter 7. My Life As A Fresher Stripped Bare

Chapter 8. My Cumming Of Age At University

Chapter 9. Confessions Of A Young Married Woman

Chapter 10. Walking The Dog, Hotels & Flying

Chapter 11. A Night On A Training Course

Chapter 12. My Exhibitionism Gets Out of Control

Chapter 13. A period Of Adjustment

Chapter 14. Fulfilling My Fantasies At The Spa.

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Preface

Hi, I'm Rachel and this is my story about my life and what it has been like being burdened with the urge of being an exhibitionist. It is intended to be an insight into the thoughts and actions of a real girl / woman who is a closet and sometimes not so closet exhibitionist. This I fear will be a fairly tame story for some readers as this is about a real person and you need to get to know a bit about me and my feelings along the way in order to get the most out of it. If you like fast moving stories where the sexual gymnastics start in the first paragraph before you know anything about the characters then this story will not be for you and you should move on. My story is erotic but it is a slow burn and you need to get into the rhythm of it. What makes it erotic is that these are real events that have all happened to me. It is not an unbridled fantasy like most erotic fiction where anything and everything can happen but probably did not. 

This is an unusual story in that it will give you a rare insight into the mind of a real live mature woman exhibitionist. No real woman will normally be available or willing to share these real life emotions, confessions and insights and I am only doing it because I enjoy it and it is a turn on to tell you exhibitionist and voyeur aficionados what it is really like being a lifelong exhibitionist. I have a husband, a reputation, and a career and I cannot just do the things that people make up in unbridled fiction but in this story, I will tell you what I have done in real life. No one in my family and very few of my friends know these things about me but such is the bizarre nature of the internet that you, whom I have never met, will. 

If you do not like subtle stories about the urge to exhibit one's body and be naked in front of others, then please do not read it. Similarly, if stories about threesomes and having sex in public offend you then please do not read it. Finally, if you disapprove of me I appeal to you to keep it to yourself and not leave spiteful feedback criticising me as a person. 

How can I be so candid and indiscreet about telling you about my life? Well obviously for one thing Rachel is not my real name and but apart from my husband's and my names everything else in this story is real. As I say, I feel driven to write about my experiences because I find it such a turn on. In addition, I have been writing about my life on internet sites for quite a few years now and my revelations have always been very popular. Readers often ask me for a new story but they forget that I actually have to have some more experiences to have some more to write about! Most of the content of this book has previously been published on Literotica in four short stories but this is the first time that I have brought all of my experiences together into a single book for the benefit of readers who enjoy a full length e-book. This has also enabled me to reorder my experiences into the order that they actually occurred.

There are a great many ordinary people out there living ordinary lives who harbour secret desires and fantasies. It gives such people an outlet and a release to have the chance to read about the actual experiences of a few who are prepared to actually share their experiences with others. For some it is enough just to read about others and live their lives vicariously through them. For others they go through their lives feeling unfulfilled and frustrated. Only you can judge who is right. Many readers email me to say they feel the same urges as I do but are frightened to act on them. They would love to have the courage to do some of the things I have done. All I can say is that with everything in life it is choices. What you gain on the swings you lose on the roundabouts. Everything has a cost. If it does not feel right to you to risk your marriage or relationship just to seek sexual thrills then don't. My personality is such that I do not seem to have any choice as I am so driven to do risqué things. 

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Chapter 1. Rude Awakening

Much later, when I came to again, I found myself on a blanket on a beach and I could hear the sound of gentle waves rolling up the sand nearby. It was just starting to get light; dawn was breaking behind the mountains; I had apparently been out on the beach all night. There were three guys dressed just in shorts , probably in their late twenties, softly chatting and lying with their heads resting on my thighs and chest smoking. 

I saw to my horror that I was wearing nothing at all. Then it hit me. I remembered walking along the beach with the three boys. I had the most almighty hangover. My head hurt and I had a raging thirst; I was so thirsty. 

I saw what a disaster I was. I thought, "What the hell have I done?" I was covered in sticky bodily fluids and running in sweat with my legs wide apart. Some more recollections came flooding back into my thumping head. The three boys had apparently put their shorts on again whilst I had been comatose. My first reaction was to cover myself up too. I looked and reached around for my panties or skirt but there was no sign of any of my clothes anywhere around me. 

The tavern along the beach where earlier I had been dancing and partying now seemed to be in complete darkness with all its lights out. Christ I am in so much trouble I thought. I had to get back to the boat where I was staying with my husband and family and I was supposed to be. I felt tired, ravaged, and conquered. It was chilly and I felt cold and frightened. I became even more scared and upset and curled up in a ball on the blanket whimpering and appealed to the boys to give me a cuddle. The boys put their arms around me, consoled me, and reassured me that I had loved every minute of it, and had a great time, and so had they. I knew they were right. I could not pretend I had not encouraged them every step of the way. They made me start to feel a bit better. They were lovely and I enjoyed cuddling up to them and being close to them. It was just lovely to be so appreciated and wanted. To be honest I was flattered that these young fit guys had found me so sexy and desirable at forty. I wanted to prolong this wonderful sublime moment a little longer before I had to return to my real world and face the music; that would come soon enough I thought. 

How had I got into this situation? How did I get here? What has happened to me? It is a long story. My life story. Let me go back to the beginning. Right back to my childhood. 

 

Chapter 2. Let Me Introduce Myself

Let me tell you a little about myself. I'm now in my mid forties and have been married for twenty- odd years to my husband Andy. We have two now grown up children and we live in the south west of England. I have shoulder length hair, which is now in a sort of medium red- brown shade courtesy of regular trips to the hairdresser. However, over the years, I have had it various shades of blond, and auburn and even black for a while but that did not suit me and I hated it. If I had all the money that I have spent at the hairdressers, I would be a rich woman. I am pretty in a girl next-door sort of way. People say I have a nice smile and that my eyes and face light up when I laugh which is as often as possible.

I have always had to watch what I eat but have kept the weight off and remained slim and weigh about 135 lbs and am 5'5" tall. I have always liked to dress in such a way as to make the most of what I have and look as attractive and feminine as I can. I work full time in a high street office in a professional job (don't want to give too much away) and so get the chance to wear smart two-piece suits with above the knee skirts. When the sun comes out, I look nice in my short summer dresses and skirts. I love to look and feel sexy (which is most of the time) and have always enjoyed sex in all its forms but at the same time, I am quite a needy person who needs to be liked. That is why I really do care what readers think about me, and I love it when I get flattering and admiring email but equally hate it when I get critical and hurtful feedback. So if you do write to me please be nice! I am a sensitive soul. 

I always wear nice lingerie and just the thought that it is there turns me on. Back when I was twenty I was very slim, probably too skinny really and my breasts were smaller too before I had had children. I am only about 34 inches now but back then I was sporting no more than 32 inches but they were very firm and pert. Rachel is not my real name of course although I do like it and it does suit me but I need to protect my anonymity if I am going to share all this intimate stuff about me. 

I met my future husband Andy at the beginning of my second year at Bristol University. We were not on the same course and we just got talking at the bar in the students union. We clicked right from the word go and it was one of those situations where within half an hour you just knew that as a minimum we were going to be great friends and there was sexual chemistry between us from the outset. We became a couple pretty much immediately. 

If I am honest, I have always been an exhibitionist-I was born like it although of course I did not know that it was a recognised disorder with a name until I was grown up. What I do know now is that it is a very strong compulsion that is very hard to overcome. I have always had a thing about enjoying taking my clothes off. I adore swimming in the nude in the sea although the opportunities for this in the UK are obviously very rare. Increasingly I discovered that I found brazenly exhibiting my body thrilling and I wanted more and more of this thrill of teasing blokes and even girls to be honest. Anyone will do! I just love being naked in public although sadly due to all the obvious reasons I have not actually done it that many times. They say there is a stripper inside every woman-well there definitely is inside this one. 

I have always loved the feel of being naked and always loved running my hands over the cheeks of my bum and over my thighs and breasts. From a young age I have loved squeezing my thighs together when I am naked and feeling the sensation that I get of squeezing my pussy between them. I love the feeling of cool air around my fanny when I take my knickers off and the greatest delight is jumping into a cold swimming pool or a warm Jacuzzi stark naked. I love the freedom of nakedness and the complete lack of restriction through not wearing clothes. At home I prefer to parade around naked or semi naked as often as possible although I do not do this when the kids are about. 

I have always wanted to take my clothes off in front of people and find it a real turn on. I just do not understand why most people are so worried and embarrassed about even a glimpse of their bodies being seen. If I am in a changing room at the gym the other women usually go to such lengths to keep covered up and not be seen even by other women whereas I love the excuse to parade around naked legitimately and dry myself without any shyness at all-quite the opposite actually. I would actually prefer it if changing rooms were mixed but I suspect not many women would agree with that. 

When you read my story some of you may be shocked or appalled at some of the things I have done but I want you to know that I do not consider myself to be promiscuous or loose; I have not had that many sexual partners compared to what you hear is the norm for young people today. I have stayed married to my husband and been married only once and not so many people can say that nowadays can they? My condition, if you want to call it that, is that I am a compulsive exhibitionist-not a slut. 

I need to have feelings for a man I have sex with. I do not believe in pure physical animal sex and get no pleasure from it. Ok I have broken this rule on a couple of occasions through being drunk or exhausted and tired but these experiences have only affirmed my beliefs. I do not like to simply have sex. I need to 'make love' to a guy with all the kissing, foreplay, emotions, and cuddling that goes with it.  

Chapter 3. Strange Yearnings

One of my earliest memories of exhibitionism was when I was only about only eight years old. I hope the moderators do not panic at this point. Don't worry it is all perfectly young and innocent really. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I had gone to my auntie's who lived nearby to play with my male cousin who was the same age. My mother was at work and I remember it was a hot summer afternoon and my auntie was keen to sunbathe herself and had set us up with a paddling pool and hosepipe in the garden. I, of course, knew nothing about sexual urges at that age and did not understand what was driving me but I remember even at that young age wanting to get out of the stupid bikini I had been put in. I also remember wanting my cousin to take it off me but I suspect he was and remains 'normal' and you have to be pretty weird to want to be stripped off by someone else at age 8 but I am just being honest with you.

Anyway, I remember we were squirting each other with the hose and completely soaked and I decided that I would strip off and instead dry off with a large towel around me. Can you believe that I actually laid down on the grass giggling and dared my cousin to pull my bikini bottoms down? After a bit of persuading and a lot of giggling, he did too. I learnt then for the first time how unbelievably wonderful it felt to be undressed by another person. When I felt those briefs travelling down my legs I was hooked for life. To this day, I love the feeling of someone else pulling my panties down. I took my top off myself and that was the first amazing pleasurable experience I had being naked with an audience. My cousin thought it very funny. My cousin was very impressionable and in awe of me and followed suit. 

I rolled around on the grass showing myself off giggling for a few minutes not understanding why it felt so interesting and not knowing that this was early sexual arousal. I then wrapped myself in a bath towel. I have always loved being naked in company with a massive towel around me and I can trace it back to this young age. This then led to me dancing wildly with this towel flying around and lifting up and falling off, and my cousin was doing the same, and we were laughing in hysterics. This inevitably led to us both abandoning the towels and dancing around completely starkers and laughing at the top of our voices. This disturbed my auntie who came to investigate and was shocked at what she found and I was immediately ordered sternly to get dressed, as was my cousin. I didn't think we were doing anything wrong and clearly there was nothing sexual but she seemed to think it was a big deal and told my mother and I never got invited back to play with my cousin which I thought was an overreaction. My cousin, of course remembers the incident perfectly well and often brings it up when we see each other. 

 

Chapter 4. You Should Have been Riding The Same Trains As Me

Something else that sticks in my mind from my school days was when I took all my clothes off on a train. I am fast-forwarding to my fifth form and so I was aged about fifteen I suppose. I used to commute by train for about thirty minutes and for the early part of the journey I was with a group of friends but they all got off before me and I was always left to do the last fifteen minutes on my own. I do not know why but I became obsessed with the challenge and the dare to myself of taking all my clothes off between two stations. It used to be that there was a ten minute run between the third and second to last stations and every day I used to dream about whipping all my clothes off as the train pulled out of the station and getting them on again before it arrived at the penultimate station. I knew there was enough time; the issue was whether I could be sure I would not be caught in the act. This obsession went on for weeks until I had worked out my plan and was then inexorably drawn to execute it. 

I can remember my school uniform so well. In the summer, it used to be a thin pink cotton dress with feint narrow white stripes. It used to fully button up from top to bottom at the front. In truth, I had grown two inches since I got this dress two years before but it was only worn in the summer term which was coming to an end so there was no point in buying a longer one. When I sat down the hem used to rise up obscenely above my mid thigh. I was always trying to tug it down in vain but as you can imagine I loved that dress. 

In those days, some trains had lots of small individual compartments with a corridor down one side of the coach. At the rear of the train, they used to have the First Class compartments, which were always lightly used anyway and I decided I would do it in one of those. However, there still remained some risk but it was a risk I felt so drawn to take. The final piece of my plan was to make a hand written sign that the compartment was out of order and not in use. As I say, there were about sixteen compartments in each coach so they would not miss one and I chose almost the very last one at the rear of the train anyway. Each compartment had a sliding door to the corridor in the middle and a glass window each side. There were plastic roller blinds that could be pulled down on the two windows and the door to give privacy from the corridor. It is many years since such coaches were retired off but older readers in the UK may remember them. On the day in question as soon as the train pulled out of the station I pulled the three blinds down in my first class compartment and stuck my notice on the glass with sellotape such that it would be visible from the corridor. I was well prepared as you can see. I was so excited that I was finally going to do this thing and hoped that it would stop preying on my mind in the future when I had got it out of my system. 

I was dressed, as usual, in the thin cotton dress and no tights so I was able to get that and my bra off in an instant. I could have got my panties off just as quick but I wanted to enjoy taking them down slowly. The seats were bench type so I laid myself out down the length of one side. I gathered up my dress and bra and put them up in the overhead luggage rack. It was important that I could not see them in order to be properly stripped off. The whole situation was so scary with the prospect that another passenger or the train guard could have opened the door at any moment that my arousal was immediate. I thrust my fingers into my pussy, which was sopping wet and pulled my panties down with my other hand. I drew my knees up and when my panties were just left over one foot and ankle I ceremoniously kicked them off onto the floor and went for gold in triumph. I reached down to sweep them under the seat out of sight. And so I was now naked as the day I was born with no clothes visible around me. God it felt so sexy. My free hand was now available to run over my nipples and stroke the side of my thighs and generally help arouse me. I spread my legs as wide as I could and put my hand between them and went to work on my firm and very reliable clitty. I was always good at bringing myself off but the circumstances this time were so erotic that a speedy conclusion was guaranteed and so there I was moaning away coming and stark naked in my very own railway carriage. 


Rachel Reveals All



After I came I looked at my watch, and looked out of the window to check where we were and knew I still had about 3 minutes left and I stood up and started cavorting and dancing around the small compartment. As luck would have it another train came in the opposite direction and I was able to dance around stark naked in full view of anyone looking out of the window on the other train; it was delicious. That left me about a minute and a half and the train was already slowing down. In a panic, I just put the cotton dress on again and buttoned it up but there was no time for underwear. I whipped the notice down from the glass and released the three roller blinds back to open. Unbelievably at the next station a businessman did board the train into my coach and walked along the corridor. It was no accident that he chose my compartment, as I am sure he wanted to ogle at a pretty and nubile young school girl- the dirty old man. I chuckled though as I thought if only he knew I was not wearing any underwear and what he would have seen if he had been in the carriage a couple of minutes earlier! 

The old man sat opposite me in the carriage and was staring at my cleavage and legs. I had left open the top and bottom buttons so I was showing lots of cleavage and acres and acres of thigh. I had my legs crossed but because the bottom button was undone and the dress was very short anyway the dress separated for about 12 inches at the bottom and fell each side of my leg such that the two halves only just came together at the edge of my naked pussy and did little more than cover my crotch. Having an old man voyeur fixated on me was the icing on the cake for me after my daring strip moments before. I think he had been hoping to intimidate me but he had met his match with me and my overt Lolita display was actually embarrassing him. 

Chapter 5. Memories Of A Good Girl Guide

My next experience happened during the summer holidays soon after my strip on the train. It happened at a huge summer Guide / Scout camp down in Polzeath in Cornwall, and looking back it was the first time I really acted upon my exhibitionist urges with an audience. It was the week when I first gave free reign to my strange yearnings. It was a sort of coming of age moment. 

About 20 of girls and us guys were hanging out one hot afternoon unsupervised in a farm barn. Some of the kids were smoking. I don't think we were supposed to be in there. There were some quite high beams and ropes up in the roof over a lot of straw bales on the ground. Some of us girls were doing some gymnastics up on the beams. 

That day up there on the beams was a watershed for me. When my turn came, I had not gone up there with any notion in my head of taking my clothes off. However, suddenly while I was up there looking down at the assembled audience all watching me, my exhibitionist streak came to the surface and I felt this massive urge to take them off if I got the chance. Out of nowhere, I felt this overwhelming obsessive urge that has since become so familiar. 

Of course, I could not just take them off; that would not be cool and make me look weird. I needed to make it look less random than that. I nudged the situation along a bit by saying that I could do a somersault on the beam but not with a skirt on. I just left that hanging as if I did not care either way. Sure enough after a few seconds, one of the guys took the bait and shouted, "Well take it off then, we don't mind. Go for it." 

So saying nothing but with a broad grin on my face I unzipped the side of my skirt and let it drop to the bales below. I had got to first base. The justification was perfectly credible; I had only taken it off so I could do some more gymnastics. Nobody looked too shocked. So I was dressed in just normal teenage girl white panties and a dark blue T-shirt. I duly executed a couple of impressive somersaults, and then laughed with relief. 

I got a lot of wolf whistles from the guys below. 

One of the guys shouted, "Wow that was pretty hot!"

I so wanted them to want more from me; to say something that would give me some feeble legitimacy, some vague excuse, to go further. 

I got it in the form of one of them saying, "Well that was impressive. Very sexy actually. I bet you wouldn't do it without your T shirt?"

He immediately got lots of support from the other guys. 

I said what is mandatory in such a situation, "That is a very rude suggestion. I am up here innocently trying to show you some gymnastics. I am not up here to do a striptease for you pervs."

To that, they all started shouting stuff like, "Yeh a striptease. What a great idea. Go on. Show us your boobies. Please."

One of them then made a stupid joke shouting, "Promise we won't look!"

The girls, some of whom were my friends from school who I had gone with, then joined in. They knew that I was a bit free and easy in this department and a bit odd but had never done anything quite as extreme and in front of guys before. They had however seen me many times in the school changing rooms apparently flaunting myself and wandering around unnecessarily stark naked when they were all changing modestly beneath towels. They sensed I might be up for literally making an exhibition of myself. 

I felt that all pervading sense of excitement at the prospect. I knew then that I just had to do it. I wanted to do it like I had never wanted anything before. Only another exhibitionist can understand what this feels like and I was feeling it for real for the first time. 

I smiled from ear to ear and said,"Well what a bunch of pervs you all are. I suppose if I have to. . . . . . . . " I felt this had sort of put the responsibility onto them. It was their idea-not mine! 

I knew I was going to enjoy this like nothing before. I positioned myself so that my lower legs were hanging over a rope that was slung across the roof just below the beams. I was now hanging head down upside down on the rope above them and my T-shirt was falling down around my neck and exposing my bra already. God I felt hot and sexy. I did not have to wait any longer for the chants of, "Off! Off! Off! " to begin. The girls were chanting too. Everyone looked like they were going to enjoy this as much as I was. 

My arms were free so I could easily pull my T shirt down over my head and let it fall to the bales below. There was rapturous applause. God this was feeling as good as I knew it wood. 

The chants of, "Off! " became even more enthusiastic, There was no way I could stop now even if I had wanted to. 

I started to reach behind my back and fiddle with the clasp of my bra. When it came apart it fell away easily, with me in this position hanging upside down, and seemed to descend like a parachute in slow motion. Even I thought my small pert boobies looked great. My nipples were both hard like acorns. 

I soaked up the noises of approval from below, and swung topless backwards and forwards upside down on the rope. 

This was going to be a first for me big time. 

I inserted my thumbs into the waist of my panties. I started to very very slowly work them down while swinging from side to side upside down on the rope. It was absolutely delicious. It was actually quite difficult to pull them down in that position but with some determination I had them gathered up just below my bum around my upper thighs. They all loved it. I was the absolute centre of attention. I then had to sort of lift one thigh away from the rope at a time to get my panties past the rope and over my knees. And then they were down to my ankles and off. I let them float down to the crowd below and one of the guys caught them. They all cheered me and showed their appreciation. 

I remember at the finish hanging there above them all stark naked, thin and pale skinned with them all cheering. It was just so wanton and marvellous. At the end I asked them to make a space in the bales and dropped down from the beam into the middle of them and rolled around in the hay laughing with my legs flailing. Nothing else happened but you can imagine I was very popular amongst the boys who were present and the girls thought it was a right laugh as well . I had just felt so compelled to do that strip and enjoyed it so much but part of me was worried by the power of my feelings and where it might lead in the future. I asked who was going to go next but nobody else did and I thought then why do I enjoy showing myself off so much when other girls apparently do not?

Predictably the immature boys gathered up my clothes and ran off with them. So I had to chase them around pretending to protest pleading for them to return them. But really that was absolutely fine with me. It gave me an excuse to prolong my fun exposing everything to them. Christ I never wanted to get dressed ever again! I had been shocked by how much I had enjoyed it and how exciting I had found it. I had had a taste of honey. I even chased them out of the barn and into some long grass pretending to protest. Eventually the fun fizzled out and they threw them at me outside in the long grass one by one, although I never got my panties back I recall. 

Chapter 6. My Second Girl Guide Badge 

Anyway this was a very significant week for me because just a few days later at the same camp on the last night, spurred on by my antics in the barn, something else happened. We had smuggled some lagers into our tent. The tents were not mixed of course so there were only girls / guides in our tent; probably about eight I remember. Anyway after lights out we were drinking all this lager and it did not take much to get us pissed at that age as you can imagine. Before long in the intoxicating atmosphere lit just by small torches we inevitably got onto discussing sex and who had done what. None of us had had full sex, it turned out, but about half of us had engaged in heavy petting. 

Anyway talking about this just got me so aroused and we were not wearing much anyway that it seemed so natural for me to strip off the pyjamas that I was wearing and curl up into a ball naked with my soft sleeping bag around my shoulders. After what I had done in the barn nobody particularly thought this too surprising or random at this stage and it was fairly dark anyway. One of the girls however did notice and shouted something like , "Oh Christ! Rachel's got her titties out again." 

Anyway, the talk became more explicit as it does when you have the camaraderie of being away together in unfamiliar surroundings and of course bonded by being inebriated. Inevitably it got onto who masturbated and whether they came. Well I was an expert in bringing myself off by that age and I could not wait to show them. That just seemed liked the greatest opportunity that had ever come my way and I just asked them straight whether they wanted to see me come. You can tell I was getting bolder and more brazen with my sexuality. Of course they did so, cool as you like, I spread my legs and lifted my knees up and went to work frigging myself like my life depended on it. Occasionally I would stop briefly and take a swig of lager from the can to keep me in the mood. 

I would have loved it if one of them had come and cuddled me or stroked my breasts to make me feel even slightly less exposed and the centre of attention but they just sat there mesmerized and open mouthed. I started rolling and thrashing around as those sublime electric sensations started to build in my pussy and then thankfully one of the other girls whipped her top off over her head and shuffled over on her bottom to join me. I remember her to this day; her name was Ruth and she was skinny and fair like me but had the most gorgeous red hair. She immediately put her arms around my neck and we cuddled a bit rubbing our tiny pert breasts together. We then had a pretend snog or two and put on a bit of a show for the other girls in the tent who were loving it and cheering us on. I lay down on my soft sleeping bag and Ruth sort of lay across me kissing me and exploring my mouth with her tongue. We were only pretending really to entertain the others. 

But I was absolutely not pretending bringing myself off. I wanted to cum in front of them so much; it just seemed the most overt public sexual display of my life and I could not believe how exciting I was finding it. My legs were as far apart as I could get them and I was rubbing my swollen clitty like a mad thing and I have to tell you that I just found this so fucking arousing displaying myself like this that I came like a goodun and made a lot of noise. I was repeating uncontrollably, " Oh! Oh! Oh! " When I cum it has always been something to behold and I am the same today. I seem to lift my bottom up into the air, my legs clamp together and I convulse wildly for about twenty seconds! 

We were all laughing about it when the zip of our tent went up and one of the guide leaders shone her light in to see what all the noise was about. Thankfully I was able to quickly get under my sleeping bag and she had no reason to guess or would not remotely have imagined what had been going on and just asked us nicely to settle down. But the memory of doing that in front of those girls has stayed with me for life and I think about it often.

 

Chapter 7. My Life As A Fresher Stripped Bare

Do they still have that term Fresher? I am not sure but it used to mean a first year university student. Presumable because you were fresh faced , young, and naive so I certainly conformed to all those criteria. So I am fast forwarding again to the age of 18. I was still gangly, too thin, and flat chested but looked what you would describe as young and nubile I suppose. 

I went to university at Bristol in England and read English Literature. I adored uni life right from the outset. Anyway when I was there it always seemed that the rugby club had a special elite status. The guys that played rugby for the uni seemed to act and behave as if they were some sort of super race or demi- gods and swaggered around accordingly and of course could have any girl they chose or that is how I imagined it anyway. It seemed as if they could behave as outrageously as they wished without any fear of sanction by the university administrators. 

There always used to be a big gig every Saturday night at the students union where there would be a major pop group performing. They used to call them 'hops' in those days. After that, the heavy drinking in the union bar would continue until late and the rugby club always had some enormous table with all their egotistical super stars gathered together with their groupies making lots of noise. It was a custom that at some stage, one of the blokes would be selected to do a striptease and the accompanying song was always for some reason about a Zulu warrior and sung very loudly by everyone present. I can still hear, "Get 'em down you Zulu warrior," ringing in my ears today. The performer of the week standing on one of the tables in the middle of the rugby club group would be some strapping hulk who would have no embarrassment or reticence whatsoever like he was so confident of his prowess and physique like he was God's gift. Now the reason I am telling you this is that I used to sit in the audience every week and be so envious, so jealous that these blokes could do this and everyone accepted it as OK. I used to just giggle at what was going on with my girl friends , and could never let on to them how underneath I would really like to be up there doing a strip myself. I would have given anything to change places with one of them and stood on a table and been the centre of attention like that. I would have so loved that to have been me. I just thought they did not know how lucky they were to be able to outrageously display their nudity in front of everybody. I would have given anything to do that but I knew it would never be acceptable for a female to do that especially in the students union. 

I had become so obsessed and preoccupied with the idea after watching the bloody rugby club prima donnas so often. I became more and more obsessed with the notion of performing a live striptease when the circumstances did make it vaguely acceptable and appropriate. I used to imagine taking my clothes off so much and used to even think about it when I chose my underwear when I went out in the evening should the opportunity ever arise. Athough during the day in those days I did not usually wear a bra, when I went out in the evenings to a party where I thought my chance to a strip might finally come bizarrely I actually used to put a bra on so I would have more to take off at the crucial point! 

Well the opportunity finally did come my way towards the end of my first year when I was at a wild party that I had been invited to and would know hardly any people there. It was in a large shared student's house and I went with a girl friend. It was a different department and it felt anonymous. It was late and my friend had decided to go home without me so I was there on my own and had been drinking heavily so was well relaxed. There had been a lot of weed being smoked and the atmosphere was pretty anarchic. The truth is that I was waiting for such an opportunity and had stayed behind without my friend on the off chance that I thought finally I could do it. I got my chance about an hour after midnight when I was in a packed room, which was dimly lit and very hot where everyone was dancing or smooching and there were more guys than girls. I could see no one that I knew. This was as good an opportunity as any. 

Perfect I thought-has my time finally come? As if it was meant to be, another girl set the tone when she lifted her skirt up to reveal her thong to the noisy approval of the others in the room. That was then I thought," Fuck me I can do a shit load better than that". If underwear is what they want just watch me. I checked again and there was absolutely no one there that I knew and I had another swig of my vodka to get some Dutch courage. My heart began racing as I contemplated my do or die run for home. So I looked around and smiled at a few boys to get their attention and then I copied her exactly to see what happened and I got exactly the same reaction. I thought it's now or never so very promiscuously put my thumbs in the top of my lacy panties and wiggled them down an inch. Of course this put me on the radar big time and although nobody knew me at least four blokes gathered around me and started chanting, "Strip, strip, Strip". 

I felt so nervous and my heart was pounding. Was I really going to do it at last? I unzipped my skirt and looked at their faces to see what reaction I was getting. After I dropped my skirt to the floor and stepped out of it I had a burst of cold feet and felt scared and thought what the hell am I doing but the group smelled blood and suddenly everyone had gathered around me in a big circle clapping . Once you have started there is no way they will let you stop. It is wonderfully exciting knowing that everybody there at that moment wants one thing and one thing only and that is to see you naked. The crowd started to lift me but I needed a little more encouragement. One of the blokes came over and put his arms around me and we smooched laughing and then he started unbuttoning my blouse. Of course, I was beyond the point of no return and had to let him do it else people would have thought I was a real time waster. He took it off me and actually got loads of applause. Because they all knew him and not me, it started to seem like he was getting the applause rather than me! Spurred on by the appreciation of his mates and my apparent lack of resistance, and alacrity he then reached behind my back and unhooked my bra and took it off me one arm at a time and threw it to the enraptured audience. This got an even louder cheer. He was about to remove my panties so I pushed him away. I did not want them to think that I was just drunk and being stripped off by one of their friends. 




Rachel Reveals All



So I was dancing around on my own now. I wanted them to know I was doing it of my own volition. I started to take control. This was my show! I had wanted this for a very long time. The excited crowd were shouting for more. I felt my exposed breasts and then rubbed my pussy mound over my panties. I could feel the oozing wetness in my panties. I put my fingers in the tops each side myself and started to wiggle them down very slowly but when I had begun to uncover my pussy I pulled them up again quickly. This attracted much whistling and booing. The next time I took them down to the same place and them down over my thighs and knees and then I was stepping out of them and threw them triumphantly to the crowd, I was pleased with myself. I had done it at last. Well alright I know I had stripped off at the Guide/ Scout camp when I was younger but somehow this was different. I was older, and at University and it just felt more sexual and decadent. This was a real proper strip. I had graduated to the ranks of a proper exhibitionist! 

This was before the days of camera phones or Facebook, thank goodness, of course. Nowadays you would have to be very wary of doing such a thing. Now I was completely naked I danced and staggered around a bit but I was a bit unsteady on my feet and fell into the welcoming arms of three or four of them who proceeded to avail themselves of my charms and assets. I was being so thoroughly mauled that further dancing was impossible. I was feeling weary and pulled myself away from their licentious clutches and collapsed down onto a sofa between two other guys. One of the two guys next to me took my hand and said, "Great show. I really enjoyed it. How about a dance with me?"

I replied that I think I had better put some clothes on again first and predictably, he said there was no need for that. However, I did persuade him to grab my skirt and blouse for me and search around for my underwear. He never did find my bra or panties-I think they were taken as trophies or souvenirs so I just put the skirt and blouse back on. When we started smooching it was obvious my partner had only one thing in mind and that started with him putting both hands under my skirt and squeezing my bare bum cheeks. It felt very nice but I was not interested in having sex with him; as you know I was still a virgin, and exhibitionists love doing just that-exhibiting themselves. It does not make you promiscuous or want to have sex with everybody afterwards. 

Anyway, there I am; everybody knows I have nothing on beneath my dress and they can all see this guy with his hands on my bare bum. He is even lifting the skirt up to remind everyone what my bare bum looks like in case they have forgotten in the last five minutes. They can see I am enjoying it and aroused and they are all hoping, no doubt, that I am going to have live sex with him there and then in front of everybody. But I was not; I had had what I wanted and it was delicious, and I had loved the experience. Now I just wanted to go to bed-on my own frankly. The guy who was groping me was desperately trying to get as intimate as possible as quickly as possible thinking that I must be an easy lay. He was getting very frisky and had one hand on my bum and one on a bare breast under my blouse and I struggled free and said that it was time to call it a night. I decided to walk home and dashed to the front door leaving a very disappointed and frustrated suitor. When I got out in the cold night air I realised how much I needed a pee and wished I had gone but it was too late to go back now. The cold night air quickly sobered me up and I thought, "What the hell was I doing?" I must have been mad walking home alone with no coat and no underwear in the city of Bristol in the early hours and I was lucky not to have been raped and murdered. 

Chapter 8. My Cumming Of Age At University

So I would like to leap forward to my second year at university. These events happened in the early 1990s when I was only twenty. I met my future husband Andy at the start of the second year when I was still a virgin. He was not much more experienced but did have one notch on his bed post from his first year at Uni. We were not on the same course and we just got talking at the bar in the students union. We clicked right from the word go and it was one of those situations where within half an hour you just knew that as a minimum we were going to be great friends and there was sexual chemistry between us from the outset. Although I was a virgin I would have gone to bed with Andy on the first night we met given half a chance and sometimes I wish it had happened that way. That would be a terrific memory for a married couple to have; that we found each other so irresistible. It is a shame that over the years with the best will in the world that electricity diminishes. 

We became a couple pretty much immediately and spent a lot of time together. We first had full sex after about a month having built up through the preliminary stages that you are all familiar with. The best thing about sex for me then was that I got to lay out on a bed without a stitch on with my legs apart and my hands behind my head for Andy to feast his eyes on. I just could not get enough of parading myself, flaunting myself in front of him. It really was a 'coming home' for me. I went on the pill because I hated Andy using condoms. Before long, I began staying over at Andy's apartment one or two nights a week. He was living in a house shared with two other blokes so there were three bedrooms. The other two blokes were all on the same engineering course as Andy and were called Pete and Steve. They were both in relationships so it was not unknown on some Saturday nights for there to be three of us girls staying over and you might have called the apartment a bit of a (literally) hot bed of iniquity. We use to have such a laugh in those days it was unreal. We were always getting drunk and teasing each other and we got on so well it was just lovely. 

Anyway, all good things come to an end and after Christmas at the start of the second term sadly Pete unexpectedly dropped out. I was not aware that he had been struggling and suspect he was just not working hard enough but apparently he fluffed some important exams and got the boot. I gather he was finding it all so tough to keep up that he was relieved to get away from the stress and find something else that he felt he would be more suited to. So all of a sudden there was a spare room in Andy's house and they needed the rent covering. The two boys really wanted to replace Pete with another bloke but because of the awkward timing halfway through the academic year they could not find anybody. 

I was not happy where I was sharing. I was not getting on with the other girls in my apartment and I sounded them out and they had a friend that wanted to move in. So it suited everybody that I took the spare room in Andy's apartment. It was sort of meant to be really. 

Obviously I knew them both well already so I knew it would work and be fun, and so I began sharing the flat with Andy and Steve . So began the most brilliant period for me. I knew we already got on well but I did not predict how gradually the intimacy of us living together in close quarters and sharing one bathroom, and one kitchen etc would gradually translate into the three of us becoming closer and closer friends. Steve was Andy's best friend anyway whom he had known from school and from the beginning. Steve and I were good friends with similar outgoing flirty personalities. I used to do most of the cooking for all three of us, as they were both rubbish. 

We were a very touchy feeling threesome with lots of hugging and I would regularly receive an affectionate peck on the cheek from Steve. Gradually as we became more and more used to each other, and as the comfort level increased, I would worry less and less about how well I was covered up and would emerge from the bathroom wrapped in just a bath towel. Some days I would bum around wearing just a pair of tiny knickers and one of Andy's football shirts that was just about long enough to cover most of my bum until I sat down of course. So they were very used to seeing me scantily clad and likewise the boys would often just mooch around the flat in just their under pants. I almost never wore a bra in those days. I am not sure many girls at Uni did in those days but I did not need one with my small firm titties anyway. Often there would be just the three of us and we shared many boozy evenings solving the world's problems over a couple of bottles of wine. In the evenings, we used to love to sit around in just candle light and burning lots of incense. I remember we used to play Pink Floyd's 'Dark Side of The Moon' album a lot as we thought it was cool and chic and atmospheric. I was just so happy at that time. I thought I had turned from an ugly duckling into a swan. 

Some nights when we had finished work we would go down to the pub and meet up with other students we knew. When we left to walk home we were normally well oiled and in high spirits. I would often be holding hands with both of them with me in the middle. Other times we staggered back to the apartment and both of them would have an arm around my waist holding me up. One night Andy put his hand down the back of my jeans inside my panties and was squeezing my bum cheeks. Steve knew what was going on but he had a girlfriend at the time and did not follow suit. 

I had always been a high achiever academically but I wanted to also be seen as a sexual nubile creature instead of some languid geek. I used to wear a white clingy cotton nightshirt as my sleepwear and would sometimes change into that ready for bed about 10 o'clock in the evening and waft around the flat like that and then come back and sit with the boys in the sitting room. Living with the two boys really gave me the opportunity to develop my exhibitionist sexual persona. 

Usually I would have some panties on underneath but not always. Don't get me wrong, I was not sitting there with my legs apart exposing myself but it did used to reveal my bare legs and thighs and the thin material used to cling to my nipples. I knew what I was doing and was enjoying being a sexual being at last and exploring my sexual side; remember that I had been a late developer and had only been having sex for about six months. On one occasion, Andy made a comment about by casual attire and wondered if I was being a bit informal with Steve. I told him not to be silly as Steve had seen me hundreds of times already wearing not very much and that he was our mate and I was sure he was not interested in looking at me anyway. Steve did chime in that he thought I was gorgeous and was pleased that I felt relaxed enough and confident of our friendship to wear whatever I felt comfortable in around him. A sort of double- edged complement I suppose but it was said in such a way that I knew he fancied me. After that Andy got used to me flaunting myself and accepted it and never mentioned it again. So gradually, the intimacy between Steve and me grew and my eventual seduction by Steve took place very slowly over a few months. 

The sexual tension was eventually ramped up further one night when the three of us had been drinking and smoking some good weed; it was late and we were in high spirits and I suddenly decided to do a striptease for them. Neither Andy nor Steve had been at the party at the end of my first year when I had done that strip but they had heard about it and other blokes were always asking when I was going to do another. I used to tell them it had been a one-off and they should not have missed it! 

I just thought it would be fun and it just seemed like the thing to do at the time. Out of the blue I stood up and said in my best Chinese accent, "How you wan see pretty girl no clothes? How you like see sexy striptease? It make very nice end to evening you think?"

What do you think their answer was?

Andy jumped up and put on the perfect music: 'Angel' performed by Jimi Hendrix. Very sexy and perfect tempo for stripping to. So I did, and I had great fun entertaining them and dancing around stark naked in the candle light like you see those stoned girls at the Woodstock or Glastonbury Festivals! I was staggering about a bit unsteady on my feet from the alcohol and weed. So, Steve got to see me naked that night for the first time and this took our physical intimacy up a notch. I was not shaved in those days; I don't think many girls were. I was sporting an only slightly trimmed full bush of fair curly hair. Nothing else happened that night and it never occurred to me that it might but I suppose it did heighten the sexual tension. I just said after I'd finished, "So sorry-That is end of show. I now go bed. Hope you both very enjoy my sexy tease. " 

Andy and Steve both leapt to their feet and applauded and I collapsed onto the sofa. Usually when a girls strips off she immediately grabs her clothes at the end, but I didn't. I did not put anything back on. I really enjoyed sitting there between the two boys on the sofa naked having a night cap. It was not a massive sofa so we were always squeezed together and being naked between them just felt cosy and natural. 

I used to like it when Steve's girlfriend Alison stayed over as well. When I was flirting with Steve, Andy was flirting with Alison and it was all good fun. Actually, Alison was totally stunning-I hated her! No not really, but she could have been a model. When she stayed over I particularly liked it because it meant Andy and me did not have to worry so much about how much noise we made in bed. In fact, it was quite comical some nights with the moaning and creaking bed springs coming from two bedrooms. 

Some nights when Andy was fucking me, and Alison was not around, I used to imagine Steve listening in the next bedroom. When I was purring or moaning I got turned on by the thought of him hearing me being given a good seeing to and imagined him perhaps masturbating while I was being fucked. If I am honest, I think sometimes I made even more noises and moaned louder because the thought of Steve hearing made me feel hornier and more wanton. 

It was about early May when, out of the blue, Alison dumped Steve. No one was expecting it especially Steve. It was one of those, "I just want to be friends", explanations. She did not seem to have another boyfriend so it was puzzling and Steve had really loved her and took it very hard. He pleaded with her to give it another chance but she would not and, in the end, he actually thought she had been quite unfair and cruel. As I say, Andy and I could not understand it and there had been no hint that this was going to happen. So, for a week or two, Steve was devastated and Andy and me were taking particular care of him, and going out to the pub together to cheer him up.

That brings me to the night you want to hear about. When I look back, I think I just drifted into a threesome, sleepwalked into it, it was inevitable really. It was always going to happen during this period when I was spreading my wings and exploring my sexuality. It just seemed a natural and beautiful experience between three very close friends; I never regarded it as anything sordid or depraved. It happened, I think, in the May on an evening that had begun like so many others. Steve had begun to get over Alison a bit and was feeling a little more cheerful. We had had a couple of bottles of wine, and perhaps a couple of joints. When it got dark we were lit only by candle light and had been burning incense sticks. All very typical Uni life really. 

We had been watching a film together -'Body Heat' I think-where there had been a lot of explicit erotic action and sexual tension and I think some of that tension had rubbed off on us. You could just feel that the atmosphere between us was a bit more highly charged than normal. After the film I decided to change for bed into my night shirt and yes I did leave my panties on but that was all. I gave myself a couple of squirts of perfume to freshen up; why did I do that? I came back and plonked down on the sofa between the two boys as usual. The sofa was only just wide enough for three so, as I have said, it was always very cosy squeezing in between them. I was, as usual, exposing vast areas of bare leg and thighs and loving how they both could not keep their eyes off me but were trying so hard not to stare. The night took a new turn when Steve said, "I've got a great idea. I have a couple of porno videos in my room. Do you fancy watching one?"

Well the number of porno films I had ever watched could be numbered on one hand and the idea seem delightfully risqué and exciting to me so I looked at Andy for his approval and replied, "Sure. Why not? Great idea. Go and get them. "

Andy gave me an approving look as if he thought I was a good sport. As soon as Steve left the sitting room, Andy leaned over towards me and gave me a huge cuddle and a full on snog. He was obviously feeling as aroused as I was. He slipped his hand inside my nightshirt and groped my naked breast and kissed me again. We were caught out when Steve walked back in with the video cassettes. 

He was about to say what they were about but instead was taken aback by Andy and me and said," Wow! It looks like you have already got started with your own porno action. Maybe I'll just sit and watch you guys. Carry on! " 

We broke up quickly embarrassed but laughing. Steve crawled around on the floor in front of the ancient TV and video player and got the film started. Unbelievably he had chosen a film about two blokes and a girl which was deliberate I imagine. I am not a great fan of porn because I hate the way there is usually no build up, no story, and no seduction. It is always straight into the action whereas, in my opinion, it is the seduction of a girl or woman that is the erotic part. Sure enough, true to form, on the screen almost immediately were two naked blokes with full erections and a naked girl who apparently could not get enough of their attention. Whenever Andy and I watch internet porn nowadays I am only ever interested in amateur submissions and it is the early part that I find the most arousing. I love to watch the faces of the women during the period when they are caressed and undressed and seduced into submitting themselves to the guy or guys. I see no point whatsoever in porn videos that start with all the participants already naked and just go straight into extreme sexual gymnastics. 

But the film had its desired effect and very soon it was feeling very hot in the room and we were all wriggling and squirming a bit and looking a bit embarrassed. I could tell the boys both had hard-ons. 

Andy, who was sitting on the right side of me, eventually broke the ice and started stroking my bare leg and thigh. It felt so relaxing and nice that I turned around to him and kissed him again full on. Our tongues were darting in and out of each other's mouths. This encouraged him and I settled back into the sofa and Andy put his left arm around my shoulders and rested his left hand on my left breast but on top of my night shirt. Andy continued massaging my right leg with his other hand. After a while Steve thought he would try his luck and tentatively stretched his right arm around my shoulders from the other side. This all felt so right and I thought I was in control of the situation anyway so I leant forward to allow his arm around my back as well. His right hand was not actually touching the material of my nightshirt but sort of hovering over my right breast. 

Meanwhile on the film the girl was in full swing receiving her first fuck and starting to moan in ecstasy as they always do after virtually no fore play. The second guy in the film had his erect penis in her mouth as seems mandatory. It is complicated being a female sometimes because I can remember feeling a little jealous of the two boys ogling the slut on the screen who was completely false with dyed blonde hair, a ridiculous boob job, and false eye lashes etc and probably thick. In my own, girl next door, natural way I looked much nicer and it was me the boys should be appreciating; not some common porn star! But, all this action on the screen was without doubt starting to be reflected into sexual tension between the three of us that night. I had no idea what I expected or wanted to happen. 




Rachel Reveals All



I heard myself saying to my horror, "I'm just as attractive as that slut, I think."

I knew immediately this had been an extremely naive and promiscuous thing to say with all the undesirable signals that it would send out into the room. 

Both boys immediately turned to me and enthusiastically reassured me that, of course, I was much more attractive but I was not really listening and just grinned all the way through their protestations knowing that was something that I absolutely should not have uttered. Was I putting, myself up in competition with the slut on the screen? Was I being a prick tease? I did not know what I was doing. I only knew I was getting myself into hot water. 

Andy then retrieved his left arm from behind my back and turned to face towards me and moved things up a gear by sliding his right hand down under my nightshirt to cup my left breast. My left nipple immediately stood to attention hard and erect so grateful to have been touched. His left hand was by now stroking the succulent smooth flesh of my inner thighs under my nightshirt towards my panties. I purred a little and Andy put his face to mine and kissed me passionately again. He tasted of the red wine we had been drinking. I closed my eyes and melted into the attention I was getting from my boyfriend who I loved very much. 

Then I heard Steve chuckle a little and complain, "Christ guys! This isn't fair! You can't do this in front of me. Jesus! It's just too much watching Andy ravishing your breast! "

I was feeling so sexy and daring that I opened my eyes and laughed and said, "Well there are two of them you know. There is another one on the other side if you haven't noticed! I give you permission to have a stroke."

It all just seemed so harmless and natural at the time. Steve's hand, which had been speculatively dangling over my breast for ages, disappeared under my nightshirt at the speed of a snake and was making the most of groping and caressing my other breast. I closed my eyes again and slid down in the sofa a bit more to enjoy the attentions of the two boys. Unfortunately as hard as I tried to be passive and stabilise the situation my hips had other ideas and started pushing up and down rhythmically to almost will Andy to touch me between my legs. In truth, I was just so desperate now for Andy to touch my pussy that I just ached for his fingers. 

Thankfully, I did not have to wait long and his next foray under my nightshirt ended with his placing his hand over and cupping my mound on top of my panties. When he touched my hot pussy over my panties, it was like an electric shock. It was such a relief that I jumped and involuntarily and let out an, "Aarrrgh," in submission. 

I then realised that Steve was now stroking my other leg with his free hand and also making more and more adventurous forays under my nightshirt towards my panties. I kept my eyes closed and sighed in submission. It all felt so heavenly and impossible to resist. 

Very soon, Andy wormed his finger into my panties from the bottom under the elastic and found his way into my sopping wet pussy. There was no way I could resist it and started to wriggle and squirm and make purring noises. I knew I was getting into a situation that might become difficult to control. I started pushing up at him and meanwhile Andy was still kissing me and both boys were still massaging my breasts. It was gorgeous and I knew I was rapidly reaching a point of no return. Andy graduated to two fingers which he used to alternately gently stroke my clitoris and then insert into my love tunnel and rotate. I was so turned on by the situation and so wet that Andy's hand in my pussy was making squelching sounds. 

It was then that Steve kissed me for the first time and I responded passionately. With just his first kiss he had his tongue deep inside my mouth. After that both boys were kissing me in turn. My legs were drifting apart encouraging Andy to plunder my pussy more vigorously with his fingers. Andy told me afterwards that he was more jealous of seeing me kiss Steve passionately than he was seeing Steve screwing me. 

When I felt Steve fumbling inside my panties as well I suddenly came to my senses and saw the distinct possibility that I was going to suffer the same fate as the girl in the film who by now was being well fucked by the second guy. I needed to cool things down a bit. I was laughing at the outrageousness of the situation and out of nervousness but said, "Hey Guys. Steady on. You are getting me a bit too turned on. You're not both having me if that is what you're hoping. We're not having a gang bang! What kind of girl do you think I am?" 

Then Steve said, "Can I at least give you a nice sexy lick and a suck in your special place? Make you feel nice and relaxed and then Andy can take you to bed. Is that OK with you Andy?"

I smiled and said, "Why on earth are you asking him? Why does he have to give permission? It's my pussy for God's sake! "

To reinforce that I was an independent woman in my own right and to make a token stand for feminism I added, "Are you any good at it then?" I made this outrageous reply as a reaction to the effrontery of him having asked Andy for his permission to make this intimate advance on me. 

Steve replied, "Well I've never had any complaints. Only one way to find out though! "

I replied, "Well my servant Serf, in that case you can provide that service for me as your Queen. But that is as far as it goes. When you've had your thrill I am going to bed with Andy." 

I know you will think I must have been very naive but remember I was only a twenty year old girl who was fairly new to sex and was adoring being the centre of attention of these two boys. Andy was a little shocked by my invitation to Steve and withdrew his fingers from my pussy. He was not annoyed though and was as turned on as I was by the situation. 

Steve took his place between my legs kneeling on the floor. He was still dressed in his jeans and a T shirt. Steve put his thumbs in each side of my panties and started to very slowly pull them down. He was grinning at me with anticipation. My heart was beating so fast and loudly that I thought I might faint. I remember at the time I could not wait to have my clothes taken off me and to be naked and display myself to the two boys. I eagerly lifted up my bum off the sofa to assist him pulling my panties down submitting to his advances. I watched intently as my panties travelled slowly over my thighs, and then my knees, and then my lower legs and it was the most electric sexually charged moment of my life by a mile. When he got them to my feet he slowly massaged each foot in turn as he slid them off. He passed my soaking panties to Andy like they were performing an operation. He and Andy gathered up my nightshirt up to my waist so I was completely exposed and prepared for the procedure. So there I was with no panties on about to receive cunninlingus from Andy's best mate. The anticipation was just too much to bear. 

Steve stood up and stripped down to his underpants. He looked fit, slim and toned and had a grin from ear to ear with excitement and anticipation. He got back down on his knees between my legs and carefully studied my aching pussy like a gynaecologist as he prepared to start work. 

He began by kissing and licking my thighs all around my vagina. It was lovely and I could not wait for what was about to happen. He then rubbed the outside of my mound with the palm of his left hand and then slid his fingers very gently up and down my crack. He then expertly used both hands to fiddle with my lips and carefully separate them. This was all so delightful and impossible to resist that I was involuntarily pushing my abdomen up towards him. Andy by this time was stroking my forehead and hair affectionately. 

Steve started licking my thighs again in turn gradually getting closer to the Promised Land. I was writhing and thrusting my hips up towards him desperate for him to make faster progress but he was teasing me. I said to him, "Come on then my man! Get on with it! I haven't got all night. Suck my pussy now or I will have you executed!"

When Steve finally put his tongue to my clitty it was pure heaven. He was going round and round with his tongue making small circles. I let out a long, "Urrrrrrrgh, Christ! Oh fucking hell!"

He was right. He was good! I was pushing and thrusting my hips up towards him and cradling his head holding him close to my crotch. I stroked his hair and clenched it between my fingers. Andy started to gather up my nightshirt even further and pull it up over my head. I feebly uttered a token "No! " 

But, I was concentrating on Steve's magical attention and just meekly held my arms up in the air so he could slide it up over my head. I did not want to be distracted. I wanted to just concentrate on the Heavenly sensations in my pussy. In truth I felt absolutely bloody marvellous being completely naked before my two boys wantonly displaying myself to them; it felt so dissolute and lewd. I relaxed back down and continued thrusting my hips rhythmically towards Steve's magical tongue. Then Andy also quickly stripped down to his underpants and sat down beside me. In those days he was also very slim and also looked fit and toned. He put his lips to mine again and began a reassuring deep long loving kiss. 

I lifted my legs up in the air off the floor and put my hands behind my thighs to hold them up. I started to feel the first rumblings of an orgasm building. But, it was a bit uncomfortable holding my legs up and I asked if I could lie on the floor. Of course, I could have anything I wanted. The boys would have agreed to anything! So I quickly laid down on the carpet in front of the sofa with my head on a pillow and Steve got back in position again at the altar of my holy vagina and Andy lay down next to me again and resumed his kisses. 

I laid down flat on the floor with my legs splayed as wide open as I could get them but with my knees up a little so I could bring my feet back in to make a V shape. Steve put his hands under my thighs and spread his hands out flat on my groin. In this way he held my legs apart and knees up a bit to fully expose my pussy to his attentions. His tongue was working my clitty so hard I could not help lifting my arse up to meet him. I alternated between cradling his head holding it to my desperate cunt and frantically rubbing and cupping my own breasts. 

I was pleading with Steve, "Oh God! Oh God! Please. Please. Oh please, arrrgh! What are you doing to me? You're torturing me. Please stop! Please stop, I beg you! " I honestly did not think I could stand it any longer. 

I lifted my feet and placed them on his bare back. Steve responded by inserting a finger in my love tunnel, and pushing it in and out faster and faster while he continued to frantically lick my clitty to destruction. I took my right hand from the back of Steve's head and stroked it over Andy's chest down to his waist. By now I was completely out of control and I grabbed at Andy's underpants, put my hand down the front and grasped his erect throbbing rock hard prick tightly and liberated it from his pants. Andy let out a sigh like he was ready to explode. My pussy was more hot and wet and aroused than it had ever been. My orgasm was building stronger and more overwhelming. I wanted to cum so badly. I wanted release from this torture. I was panting wildly trying to breathe.

I screamed at Steve, "Yes! Yes! Don't stop what you're doing you bastard. Don't stop! "

I briefly opened my eyes and saw my pale white thin naked body stretched out with Steve between by wide open thighs sucking my desperate pussy and both boys in only their underpants giving me all this attention and thought , "If my mother could see me now! " 

I was writhing around and thrashing and thrusting my arse up at Steve pleading, "Don't stop. Just don't change. Whatever you are doing it's fucking wonderful."

I was right at the very brink of my orgasm exploding but I began to panic that I was never going to cum. I heard myself shouting, "Oh Steve, Oh Steve my love. Please Fuck me. Please fuck me! "

I knew then I had lost control of my senses. I certainly should not have called Steve 'my love' and I absolutely should not have asked him to fuck me. Thankfully, Andy seemed to be retaining his sense of humour and was more laughing at my intense state of arousal than anything. 

Steve thankfully did not immediately fuck me and instead mumbled, whilst keeping his mouth firmly on the job in hand, "No, Can't do that. Andy's my mate. He'll have to finish you off."

I screamed, "Well alright then but don't you fucking dare stop sucking my clitty like that. Oooh! Yes! Like that! Just like that. Yes! "

I knew then that I was going to let Andy fuck me in front of Steve and the very thought of that seemed so outrageously decadent and made me feel hornier than ever and tipped me over the edge into my orgasm anyway. It was such a violent orgasm I was convulsing as the spasms of ecstasy rolled through me. I could feel the wetness of my vagina seeping out onto the carpet. I continued to grind my cunt into Steve's face. Steve loved the power he had over me and showed no mercy as he kept sliding my pulsating little bud in and out between his lips. Every time I thought that it was subsiding he made me shudder again with another wave of sublime pleasure. I thought I was going to die in ecstasy and collapsed back flat on the carpet completely exhausted and weak as all my energy seemed to drain away. Steve was still kneeling between my legs looking very smug and satisfied at the fine job he had done. He had beads of sweat on his forehead and was looking hot and grinned at me with his eyes full of desire and lust like he wanted to devour me. Andy was still lying by my side with his pants half down sporting a fine erection and looking completely desperate for some relief. 

I had had an earth shattering orgasm but I had two very aroused boys on my hands both looking at me with expressions of total lust. They were both nice boys and at that moment I loved them both dearly. But, they both looked a bit sad and pathetic really as they were being so polite about it! My mothering instincts kicked in and I knew one way or another I would need to put them out of their misery. 

I thought things are about to get even more interesting. I had never wanted to be fucked more than at that moment when the prospect of actually having sex in front of another human being just seemed the most exciting and deliciously naughty thing I had ever done. 

With glee and a level of anticipation I could hardly bear I turned to Andy and confidently ordered, "Right get your kit off! It's time for you to give your Queen some pleasure as well now."

Andy looked a combination of relieved it was his turn, but at the same time a bit hunted and under pressure. Steve crawled away from between my legs and Andy replaced him at the speed of light. He was far too aroused to engage in any foreplay and I did not need any. He just lay right on top of me, grabbed my breasts with his hands, and plunged his rock hard shaft right into me up to the hilt. 

I was still highly aroused and obviously felt guilty about how I had been behaving with Steve. Andy withdrew and thrust in again really roughly and screamed, "Oh God. Rachel. You are so fucking sexy. So fucking gorgeous. " 

I shouted back, "Oh God. I Love your cock my darling. Faster, faster. Give it to me! "

I was panting uncontrollably again. I started to thrust my pelvis up at him and put my hands on his bum to pull him in deeper. However, it was all too much for Andy and with probably only his fourth or fifth thrust he just exploded inside my cunt and shot all his sperm deep into my body. He was both disappointed for me and embarrassed for him to have muffed liked this in front of Steve. He let go of my breasts and just collapsed on top of me annoyed at himself saying, "Oh shit! I've fucking cum already! "

I actually thought it was funny. I put it down as a compliment that I was just so hot and desirable! I laughed at him but absolutely not to mock him; it was more that I could not believe how much fun we were having and how over aroused and stimulated he must have been to cum straight away. 

However, I was still desperate to cum again. I had got used to the idea that I was going to be fucked by Andy and that had not happened. I felt so frustrated I did not know what to do. I started to rub my clitty myself gently at first but then I became more urgent and desperate. I was writhing around masturbating like a mad woman in front of the boys. My breasts were heaving. I then noticed that at some stage Steve had also removed his pants and was frantically wanking himself off as well. He had I assumed taken his pants off to settle down and enjoy watching me being laid by Andy. I could not blame him for that. 

So there it was a bit of a train wreck really. There was both Steve and me desperately frustrated and dying to cum and both of us feverishly trying to bring ourselves off. Andy's cum was leaking from my cunt. I knew then that despite good intentions I was a victim of circumstance. I had to have Steve finish me. Steve was lying next to me and rubbing my breasts with his free hand. I reached out and grasped his raging rock hard prick. I started stroking it loosely with my fingers. Steve looked grateful for anything. 

I looked pleadingly at Andy and said, "Andy, please I am so sorry. You know how much I love you but you guys started this and got me in this state. Look what you have done to me. Please would you be Ok if?"

But Andy knew what was coming and cut me off and said, "Yes all right. I know I have let you down. Go on Steve. Give it to her. Do your worst mate. You'll owe me a pint. " He seemed reconciled to the inevitable. I saw that his cock was shrinking, his erection now gone. I felt deflated that I was only worth a pint of beer but I knew what he meant. I thought I was worth at least two! 

Steve looked at me and made eye contact and asked one more time very earnestly, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

I said in my serious voice, "Yes Steve. I am completely sure. Fuck me now. Do it! Just promise me you'll never tell anyone about this."

The die was well and truly cast. There was no turning back now. Andy got up and went to pour himself another drink. I wished he had stayed really. Steve started by lying right on top of me and tenderly kissing me and grinding his groin into me. It felt so nice and sexy feeling our naked skin come together. He took my right breast in his hand and groped it. What I liked about Steve's lovemaking was that he seemed confident enough to take his time to control the pace of it and add to the anticipation by not rushing it just as he had done when he was sucking my pussy. He gently pushed my legs apart and arranged a pillow under my head carefully preparing me until he was happy that I was ready for him to take his pleasure. 

I found the anticipation of feeling Steve's rock hard shaft sliding into me imagining what it will be like too much to bear. However, Steve was going to take his time and tease me. He wanted to make me beg. He tantalised me by rubbing the head of his cock along my slippery wet lips. I almost passed out. Then he pushed it in very gently but only about an inch. It was pure heaven feeling him push between the lips of my poor deprived pussy but it only served to make me even more desperate. Then the bastard completely withdrew again. He repeated this routine about four times by which time I was ready to strangle him. I screamed, "For Christ's sake Steve. Stop teasing me. Put the bugger in now or the deal is off! "

But, he knew what he was doing and was going to make me beg. He said, "Say please. You've got to say please! Say Please Master please fuck me. Say I want your prick in me kind sir. Please fuck me kind sir! "




Rachel Reveals All



I screamed, "Yeh alright shut up! Oh God please fuck me kind sir. I want your fucking prick etc etc. Now just fucking get on with it! "

With that, he did push all the way in. I felt him push my lips apart again and slide with no resistance deep into my warm, wet, submissive, and welcoming body. Steve colonised me for his pleasure and he was going to make it last as long as he wanted. His swollen prick was, I noticed, slightly longer than Andy's and I could feel it throbbing and thrusting deep inside my temple. Steve kissed me again and it went on and on into a very passionate snog. I was really enjoying the sensation of kissing another boy. 

Steve began grunting as he began to build up a rhythm as he thrust deep into my cum filled pussy. I was conscious of emitting my own, "Arrghs, "and "Ooohs" in response to each thrust. Steve had always fancied me and had waited a long time to have me and he was surely going to enjoy it. He loved having my body completely at his disposal for his pleasure. I was stroking his back, feeling his muscular body as he fucked me. I wrapped my legs around his waist. 

He asked, "How's that Rachel? Is it good?"

I replied," It is fucking wonderful Steve. Absolutely fucking wonderful. Don't stop what you're doing. Oh Jesus Christ Steve it's so good."

He said, "Rachel you're bloody lovely. You are bloody fantastic."

I knew this was not going to make pleasant listening for Andy. I said, "Well that's nice of you but just remember I am spoken for. This won't be happening again."

Steve replied, "More's the pity. I had better make the most of it then."

I was thrusting back up at him, lifting my hips and pelvis up in time with his thrusts. Steve lifted himself up high on his forearms so he could survey his prey in full. He carefully studied my wobbling pert boobs, my thin pale white body, and watched his erect penis going in and out of my cunt in triumph. He then looked down my spread legs and studied my splayed out feet. He knew he had me completely conquered. I would definitely be another conquest on his sexual CV. He looked well satisfied. He looked like he was well pleased with his achievement of having me and with the job he was doing. 

I started to approach a climax again thank God. It would not be long now I thought before I got some relief. I did not know how far away Steve was but I wanted to go for it. I was making more and more oohs and arrghs and shouting, "Yes! " over and over again. " Oh Yes! That's it Steve. I'm going to cum."

And then I came at last. My vaginal muscles contracted around his pumping rod. It was a fantastic mind blowing orgasm and Steve laid back down on me as I helplessly quivered and shuddered below him. Having his full weight on me helped to anchor me down so that my convulsions were more restrained. I put my hands on his arse again to hold him in deep whilst the convulsions of my orgasm washed through me. My head was thrashing from side to side. I cried out loudly and Steve covered my mouth with his attempting to quieten me so the people in the next flat did not hear us. I got the feeling that Steve had been biding his time waiting for me to cum because he was soon groaning himself with relief as his throbbing penis squirted his warm sperm into me to mix with my vaginal juices. When it was over, he lay on top of me for a minute while we were panting and trying to get our breath back. Then we had one last passionate kiss and he said, "That was lovely Rachel. Thank you."

I replied. "Don't thank me. I loved it too."

I looked at Andy wanting to see his reassuring smile that everything was OK. However, he was fine about it actually and knew that I had not set out for it to happen and that he had contributed. 

I felt so satisfied; my body drained as it had never been before, feeling as if I was floating on a cloud of post-orgasmic bliss. It was very late and we were all exhausted. Andy went and got two duvets and we laid one down to lie on and spread the second one over our three naked bodies. It felt so natural for us to all cuddle up as spoons. I put my arms around Steve who was in front of me and Andy snuggled in behind me and put his hands on my breasts. I turned around briefly to kiss him and told him I loved him. I have never done it again since but let me tell you it is an amazing delightful experience to be in the middle of a sandwich of two naked guys. 

After an hour, or so, I felt Andy getting a little frisky again and thrusting his penis into the crack of my bum. When he was stiff I helped guide him into my very sloppy pussy from behind. In that position with my legs close together my vagina was squeezed tight around his prick but Andy still managed to redeem himself and last about four or five minutes. For the whole time I held onto Steve tightly with my arms around his chest from behind as he continued to face away from us. It was lovely and honour was restored. Steve knew what was going on but was sensitive enough to let us put things right between Andy and me again without attempting to get involved. After Andy had cum, Steve did briefly turn around and kiss me again as if to say you are all right girl! 

Andy was never angry with me about what happened that night. He knew we were all as guilty as each other. But, we knew as a couple we should not do it again because of the risk of it ruining our relationship. The three of us shared that apartment all the way throughout our third year at Bristol and had a great time but we knew that night had to be a one-off and not repeated,

I have to be honest that I did have sex with Steve once more (well twice actually) and I did regret that. Andy knows about it and was very upset at the time and it caused a lot of problems between us. Andy went home for a weekend to see his family and I was behaving selfishly and did not want him to go. I resented him leaving me for the weekend and ended up having a weekend in the flat alone with Steve. On the Saturday evening I had had a long bath and a soak and emerged from the bathroom with just a bath towel around me. I had been playing with myself in the bath so far without success. I started flirting shamelessly with Steve asking him to dry my back and massage my shoulders. Stuff like that really. I was letting the towel drop down very low so he had a good view of my breasts. I laid face down on my front and pulled the towel down to my waist and asked Steve to massage body lotion all over my back. I should not have done it and was leading him on something rotten. I then lay on my back and loosely laid the towel over my front and lifted my knees up. I had Steve massaging body lotion into my feet and legs and I was taking less and less care to cover myself up. I kept asking him to apply it higher and higher up my legs playing with him really and he would have clearly seen my bare pussy under the towel. This was temptation beyond endurance and Steve suddenly announced, "Oh Christ Rachel. I've got to fuck you."

I smiled and said, "I was rather hoping you would say that. I thought you would never ask! "

Steve undressed as if his clothes were all five sizes too large and we were soon rolling around naked on the carpet with our hands all over each other. Without Andy there Steve completely ravished me with no holds barred and proved again that he was a superb amazing lover. After a while he turned me over and I knelt up so that he could fuck me from behind. It was a great fuck-even better than the first time with Steve. We got a bit drunk afterwards and did actually sleep together that night for the one and only time. We started Sunday off with a bang with another steamy session in bed but when we got up, we both felt very guilty and knew that it had been wrong to do it behind Andy's back. When Andy got back he could tell straight away from the look on our faces what had gone on but I think the fact that he knew how close we all were sort of helped him understand how it had come about. In any case Steve and me both readily accepted that it had been wrong and a mistake and were very sorry. 

Actually we did manage to control ourselves after that and Steve and I never had sex again. I knew it was Andy that I loved and Andy and I went on to get married at the end of uni. 

 

Chapter 9. Confessions Of A Young Married Woman

After we left Uni Andy and I got married soon after and he has always been a great partner for me because he loves me as I am. He understands my love of being naked and being an exhibitionist although sometimes perhaps I suspect he wishes I was not like this . However, he goes along with it and laughs about it sometimes. 

One of the games I used to like when we were newly married was when we were out in the car he would suddenly park up in a quiet place in the country and order me to strip off. If I were reticent he would take command and just haul my clothes off me, which was always just what I loved and of course he knew it. As I've said I have always loved having my jeans pulled off me and better still my panties. Then he would drive off and there I would be in the passenger seat stark naked. Sometimes I would gather up my coat and hold it over my chest but other times Andy would not allow this. There is nothing nicer for an exhibitionist than being dominated and commanded like this so we are a good couple. I used to love travelling back into the City Of Bristol at night stark naked but with just enough cover around my shoulders to avoid attracting too much attention. Other times we would park up in a remote spot in the country and make love in the car. I always loved that especially at night lying on my back in our estate car with the seats folded flat and if it was warm enough with the tail gate open. 

On one occasion, he was wicked and actually threw my clothes out of the window and forbade me from recovering them. They were only old ones. Of course I could have insisted but it appealed to me to go along with the game and travel back into the city with no cover at all trying to curl up in the back giggling and keeping my head down . When we got back to our flat I had to run the gauntlet of meeting someone as I crossed the pavement naked, opened the front door to our block and ran upstairs to our flat. I told Andy I was going to kill him but as you can imagine I loved it really. But it is inevitable in any marriage that after a while the novelty of such games wears off and it is a long time since we did anything like that. 

Before we had the children, we had a few holidays in Turkey and one of the great things to do down there is to have a Turkish bath; what they call the hamam. For those that have never been they usually involve a session in a marble steam room, followed by a scrub down and then ,after drying off, an oil full body massage. Now the first time I went to one I was given a large bath wrap and told to change in the women's locker room. What did they mean by change I wondered? Should I keep my bra on? Should I keep my panties on under the wrap? I thought how could you get properly scrubbed and clean if you are not naked? So I excitedly stripped off completely and wrapped myself in this bath wrap. Then I went into the mixed marble steam room and relaxed for a while feeling very sexy. I was able to eagerly watch what became of the customers who were ahead of me in the process. The treatment seemed to be quite rough and the victims before us seemed to be wriggling a bit as they were attacked. Andy and I were laughing at each other with the contemplation of what was to come. I observed that some women were submitting themselves to the experience topless but all women were wearing some panties or the bottom half of a bikini. 

After a while, when it was my turn the young Turkish male attendant instructed me to lie out on the marble slab . At this point he exposed all of my upper half and did not think it that unusual that I was topless. He then gathered up my towel to expose all of my legs ready to cover me in foam for the scrub. But when my attendant gathered up and arranged the wrap to cover my lower half it was at that point that he discovered I was naked underneath. That was a delightful moment and one that I have repeated many times. So in these situations the attendant then takes great care to just cover your private areas with some precise tucking in of the towel between your thighs next to your fanny in order preserve your modesty from other customers. If I am lucky, I will get to lie with my legs apart facing some customers in the steam room who are behind me in the process. 

The hamam is just the perfect experience for an exhibitionist. My Nirvana! When it comes to the oil massage, the same thing happens. Because you get a different masseur again you lie face down on their table and when they start arranging the towel, they realise that I am naked underneath, which can come as a bit of a shock. If I am lucky it will be a male masseur, which is even better, as the Turkish men are not used to overtly sexual western women and especially blonde fair-skinned women so it is a treat for them too.

I always look forward to the point where they ask you to turn over and lie on your back. That is a moment when I can legitimately expose all to the masseur as I clumsily allow the towel to fall away. Of course, the masseur will quickly rearrange it to cover you again but you know and he knows he has had an eye full of your assets. And of course, when you are lying on your back he will for the large part leave your breasts uncovered as he arranges the towel over your pussy. At some point, he will get to massage your upper thighs and of course that is the best part as he has to decide how far he dare goes under the towel, and what he thinks he will get away with, knowing there is no barrier to stop him accidentally touching my pubes-if I had any! By now, though he will have judged correctly with me that I am not the typical uptight modest English woman and hopefully will be making some ambitious forays to the very edge of the Promised Land. 

Nowadays when I go to a hamam I always smile because I see British women making such a meal of it, fussing about what to wear, "Should I wear a swimming costume", they ask? Usually they do. Why are they so worried about a bit of nudity I puzzle? And what can be more ridiculous that going for a body scrub or a full body massage in a one piece swimming costume? In my opinion there is only one way to have a full body massage and that is butt naked. Of course, it never happens but if I had a choice, there would be no towel involved at all and I would be lying out in all my glory and fully at his mercy. 

Andy knows what I am like and encourages me in what at the end of the day is a safe environment. No masseur is going to suddenly jump on you with a full erection like they do in the porn films. But on one occasion, I had a male masseur in Turkey who was only in his mid twenties and had a cheeky look in his eyes. He looked pretty pleased with life when he first discovered I was wearing nothing under the wrap and he could tell he had a fruity one with me and whilst I was lying on my front he graduated up my legs and massaged my entire bum cheeks allowing his fingers to slide down my bum crack. After I had turned over to lie on my back he massaged my tummy going lower and lower under the towel until he actually did work his hands right over my pubic mound. Deliciously risqué! 

I asked him to put a towel over my face and eyes so I could relax better and that gave him a big hint to actually completely remove the towel that was supposed to be covering my modesty but I pretended not to be aware he had done that. He made some big pronounced sweeps with his hands over my thighs and tummy and most importantly over the pubic area in between, such that it still seemed intended, normal and professional. I refused to look shocked or affronted by pretending I had not noticed. I pushed it a little further by removing the cover over my face and we were both playing this game of double bluff and not engaging eye contact with each other. In the end, his hands were indeed all over my breasts and tummy, and pubic mound, and inner thighs . I had to concentrate so hard to avoid pushing my pussy up at him and I felt my pussy lubricate a little hoping for some attention. Of course he could not actually masturbate me but that was the most erotic massage I have ever had. 

However, once we had babies and were exhausted and preoccupied with bringing up our children then for many years my exhibitionist tendencies took a back seat and there is very little to tell you about until about 10 years later when I was in my mid thirties. 

Things started to liven up again when the children were old enough to look after themselves before and after school and I was able to return to work. Although I was back in full time work I actually felt I had my freedom back in that I was no longer tied to the home and looking after them. 

Now one of the problems I used to find when I started working full time again was that it was difficult to find the time to keep fit and I have always been very determined to find opportunities to get out for a run or go to the gym. So one of the things I used to do was to go for an early run before I got ready for work sometimes even at 0530 in the morning. In fact, I still do this today. Now in the winter at that time it is dark and can often be raining. I wear a ¾ length waterproof jacket to go out in these conditions. But what I realised is that as this comes down to my knees no one could tell what I was wearing underneath. Obviously I have trainers and socks on so would appear to be dressed normally for running. At first, I stopped wearing shorts, and used to go out in just panties under this long waterproof but nowadays one of my little treats I have discovered which actually makes going out in the rain and dark fun is going out with absolutely nothing underneath. I actually look forward to those mornings now when it is dark and chucking it down. I cannot tell you how sexy it is to go running around my village early in the day feeling the cold breeze ventilating my private regions. The faster I run, and the bigger strides I take, the higher the waterproof rises up my legs and the more cool draught my body enjoys. The street are usually deserted when I am out running but occasionally a car passes me and throws up a lot of spray over my legs and feet. I told you I am weird but I just feel so sexy when I am out running like that. 

When we had our family we moved to a house on a housing estate. I did all the usual tricks of an exhibitionist like turning the lights on in my bedroom for a few seconds and undressing before pulling the curtains. I have done this often enough that I figure the neighbours who live opposite will know to watch out for when my light first goes on in our bedroom. They would know they were in for a treat because I undress first pretending to be oblivious that I can be seen perfectly from the outside. Only when I am completely naked do I walk over to the window, pretend to innocently look out, giving a full frontal display before pulling the curtains. Other times I prefer to keep the lights on but stand in front of the window in my underwear brushing my hair. Alternatively, I will stand at the window with the curtains open in the moonlight and street light and touch myself and caress my breasts and imagine people secretly watching me. As the result of my nocturnal exhibitions the men across the road always love to stop me in the street and chat. They have a gleam in their eye believing that they have a secret that they had seen me naked and I do not know. 

 

Chapter 10. Walking The Dog, Hotels & Flying

I have always felt driven and compelled to strip off even in places where there would be no one to see me. Sometimes when I go out running in the countryside I get an overwhelming urge to find a remote location like a farmer's field and I will go through the gate, look around, and then strip off everything. I am so obsessive that I cannot even leave my trainers and socks on. I cannot explain why, but I always love the feel of the air on my skin, and it is always a delight to lie down in the grass and spread out and just be at one with the universe. Unbelievably I even do this sometimes when I am walking the dog. It is a good job our dog cannot talk!