NothingButTruth
Mom Warned You About Me
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Okay, the premise of the thread is pretty simple. If you're a woman, and you have an exhibitionist streak in your nature, post a story or description here. The idea is to arouse as many people - male or female - as you possibly can with your description of being an exhibitionist. I'm not really sure why I've decided to make this a thread about exhibitionist women - perhaps because I'm one myself, and being bisexual, I want to see lots of stories by women about this topic.
At any rate, I'll begin:
This is kind of vanilla, in the sense that it involves just me and my husband. This took place many years ago, back when I still had the body of a 20-something year old. Anyways.....
I made him sit in a chair, facing the couch. It was a recliner, and I made sure that he was all nice and comfy, with a beer, and kicked back. I settled him in, and then I moved to the couch. I sat facing him, and I began to talk to him.
"You know, we've been married for almost five years now. I have to wonder, do you still think I'm sexy?"
He just nodded at me.
"You do? Because you don't sound like you do."
"Yeah, of course I think you're sexy. Don't we have a pretty good sex life?"
"Mmmm..... Yes, we do, actually. But don't you ever want something just a little different?"
I crossed my wrists in front of myself, and began to play with my breasts through my clothes, just lightly rubbing them, gently squeezing and kneading.
"Uhm, different how," he said. "You mean like other people? Because no, I don't want anyone else."
"Not other people, no. Just different. Not so..... Missionary, you know?"
Now I was beginning to squeeze my nipples through my top, making sure that he knew exactly what I was doing. I also continued to squeeze my breasts, which only pushed them up, making the swell more visible at the neckline of my top.
"Uhm, I don't know. What do you mean?"
I wasn't wearing a bra. I leaned forward, and dropped my hands to the hem of my top, then quickly pulled it over my head. I tossed it to the floor. Leaning back again on the couch, I brought my hands back to my breasts, now playing with them in earnest. I rolled my nipples between my thumbs and index fingers, pulling them out, pinching them hard enough to make me gasp. I looked him in the eye, and he popped the recliner forward, intending, I think, to join me on the couch.
"No! Don't you move! You stay right there and just watch me. If you need to do anything, then open your pants and jerk off, but you stay right there."
Slowly, he fell back in the recliner, then tipped it back again so that he was in a supine position.
I picked my feet up - I was wearing flat sandals on my feet, a frilly white skirt, and pink panties. I placed my feet on the coffee table, and let my knees fall apart so that he could see my panty-clad pussy under my skirt. I continued to play with my now naked breasts, feeling my nipples harden and contract. Looking at my husband, I saw that his hand was in his lap, squeezing his cock, which I was pretty sure was now hard.
"Do you like this, Baby? Watching me play? I'm doing it for you, you know. I like the idea of you watching me touch myself. Would you like to see more?"
He just nodded at me. I moved one hand from my breasts - oh, I hated to do that!! But I did it anyway. I moved one hand down to my thigh, running my fingertips along the sensitive skin. I took a deep breath as I felt my own feather-light touch, knowing that he was sitting there, his eyes glued to what I was doing for him. I didn't go where he wanted me to go - not yet. I just kept my fingers moving lightly over the skin of my thighs, first one, then the other, and as my breathing grew more ragged, so did his.
"You know what?" I said. "You should open your pants for me, and take your cock out so I can see it. Give me just a little inspiration here."
He didn't need a lot of encouragement, but then, men never need encouragement to show off their cocks, do they? He opened his jeans, and struggled to work it free of his pants and underwear. And then, there it stood in all its glory. I felt my pussy go just that much wetter at the sight of it. I do love a nice cock, and I make no apologies for that.
It was time. I continued to use one hand at my breasts. My breasts and nipples have always been hyper-sensitive, and I love to have them played with. My other hand moved up my thigh, then slowly, so slowly, I dragged my fingertips over my pussy. I could feel the heat and wetness there, I wondered vaguely if he could see how wet I was. I rubbed in small circles at the top of my slit, through my panties, putting pressure on my clit. This brought an involuntary reaction, my hips thrusting upwards against my hand. This was even better than I had thought it was going to be. I looked over at him again, and saw his eyes glued to my crotch. God that made me hot!!
Lifting my butt up, I hiked my skirt up so that it was around my waist. Then, I slowly slid my hand under the waistband of my panties, letting my fingers slide down, and down, until they reached the soaking wet area that marked my vagina. I ran my fingers through the wetness, then moved back up, this time finding my clit with my fingertips. I pulled in a sharp breath as I put pressure down on it, my hips jerking up sharply. Again, I moved my hand in circles, my fingers putting pressure on my clit, the sound of how wet I was beginning to fill the room.
I looked at my husband. He was stroking his cock, slowly, his hand moving up and down, the head kind of shiny with pre-come. I wanted to taste that, but I also wanted to stay put, and finish this little show for him. I wanted to watch him come, and know that it was just because he had watched me, alone, that made him come.
I was beyond any words now - we both were, really. Once more, I picked my butt up, this time, pulling my panties down, letting them hang from one ankle. I leaned back again, and this time brought both hands to my pussy. With my left hand, I continued to stimulate my clit, working it in small circles. The fingers of my right hand found and worked their way into my pussy, first one, then two, then finally three fingers. I stared at my husband. His hand was moving faster on his cock, his eyes were shifting now, back and forth between my pussy and my face as he watched me work myself to an orgasm.
The bottoms of my feet were pressed together, and my knees now fell as far apart as it was possible to stretch them. I was splayed wide open for him, my hands working furiously at myself, and without warning, really, it hit me. No little build up, no, "Oh, my God, it's gonna happen," just a sudden explosion. My whole body went tense and rigid, I shuddered, I screamed out - I've always been a screamer - and I went into an orgasm that was unlike any that I'd ever had before. When I could open my eyes again, my husband was coming all over himself, which just served to completely and utterly arouse me all over again.
Ten minutes later, he brought me to the bedroom, and he completely, utterly, totally fucked my little brains out.
It was absolutely wonderful!
At any rate, I'll begin:
This is kind of vanilla, in the sense that it involves just me and my husband. This took place many years ago, back when I still had the body of a 20-something year old. Anyways.....
I made him sit in a chair, facing the couch. It was a recliner, and I made sure that he was all nice and comfy, with a beer, and kicked back. I settled him in, and then I moved to the couch. I sat facing him, and I began to talk to him.
"You know, we've been married for almost five years now. I have to wonder, do you still think I'm sexy?"
He just nodded at me.
"You do? Because you don't sound like you do."
"Yeah, of course I think you're sexy. Don't we have a pretty good sex life?"
"Mmmm..... Yes, we do, actually. But don't you ever want something just a little different?"
I crossed my wrists in front of myself, and began to play with my breasts through my clothes, just lightly rubbing them, gently squeezing and kneading.
"Uhm, different how," he said. "You mean like other people? Because no, I don't want anyone else."
"Not other people, no. Just different. Not so..... Missionary, you know?"
Now I was beginning to squeeze my nipples through my top, making sure that he knew exactly what I was doing. I also continued to squeeze my breasts, which only pushed them up, making the swell more visible at the neckline of my top.
"Uhm, I don't know. What do you mean?"
I wasn't wearing a bra. I leaned forward, and dropped my hands to the hem of my top, then quickly pulled it over my head. I tossed it to the floor. Leaning back again on the couch, I brought my hands back to my breasts, now playing with them in earnest. I rolled my nipples between my thumbs and index fingers, pulling them out, pinching them hard enough to make me gasp. I looked him in the eye, and he popped the recliner forward, intending, I think, to join me on the couch.
"No! Don't you move! You stay right there and just watch me. If you need to do anything, then open your pants and jerk off, but you stay right there."
Slowly, he fell back in the recliner, then tipped it back again so that he was in a supine position.
I picked my feet up - I was wearing flat sandals on my feet, a frilly white skirt, and pink panties. I placed my feet on the coffee table, and let my knees fall apart so that he could see my panty-clad pussy under my skirt. I continued to play with my now naked breasts, feeling my nipples harden and contract. Looking at my husband, I saw that his hand was in his lap, squeezing his cock, which I was pretty sure was now hard.
"Do you like this, Baby? Watching me play? I'm doing it for you, you know. I like the idea of you watching me touch myself. Would you like to see more?"
He just nodded at me. I moved one hand from my breasts - oh, I hated to do that!! But I did it anyway. I moved one hand down to my thigh, running my fingertips along the sensitive skin. I took a deep breath as I felt my own feather-light touch, knowing that he was sitting there, his eyes glued to what I was doing for him. I didn't go where he wanted me to go - not yet. I just kept my fingers moving lightly over the skin of my thighs, first one, then the other, and as my breathing grew more ragged, so did his.
"You know what?" I said. "You should open your pants for me, and take your cock out so I can see it. Give me just a little inspiration here."
He didn't need a lot of encouragement, but then, men never need encouragement to show off their cocks, do they? He opened his jeans, and struggled to work it free of his pants and underwear. And then, there it stood in all its glory. I felt my pussy go just that much wetter at the sight of it. I do love a nice cock, and I make no apologies for that.
It was time. I continued to use one hand at my breasts. My breasts and nipples have always been hyper-sensitive, and I love to have them played with. My other hand moved up my thigh, then slowly, so slowly, I dragged my fingertips over my pussy. I could feel the heat and wetness there, I wondered vaguely if he could see how wet I was. I rubbed in small circles at the top of my slit, through my panties, putting pressure on my clit. This brought an involuntary reaction, my hips thrusting upwards against my hand. This was even better than I had thought it was going to be. I looked over at him again, and saw his eyes glued to my crotch. God that made me hot!!
Lifting my butt up, I hiked my skirt up so that it was around my waist. Then, I slowly slid my hand under the waistband of my panties, letting my fingers slide down, and down, until they reached the soaking wet area that marked my vagina. I ran my fingers through the wetness, then moved back up, this time finding my clit with my fingertips. I pulled in a sharp breath as I put pressure down on it, my hips jerking up sharply. Again, I moved my hand in circles, my fingers putting pressure on my clit, the sound of how wet I was beginning to fill the room.
I looked at my husband. He was stroking his cock, slowly, his hand moving up and down, the head kind of shiny with pre-come. I wanted to taste that, but I also wanted to stay put, and finish this little show for him. I wanted to watch him come, and know that it was just because he had watched me, alone, that made him come.
I was beyond any words now - we both were, really. Once more, I picked my butt up, this time, pulling my panties down, letting them hang from one ankle. I leaned back again, and this time brought both hands to my pussy. With my left hand, I continued to stimulate my clit, working it in small circles. The fingers of my right hand found and worked their way into my pussy, first one, then two, then finally three fingers. I stared at my husband. His hand was moving faster on his cock, his eyes were shifting now, back and forth between my pussy and my face as he watched me work myself to an orgasm.
The bottoms of my feet were pressed together, and my knees now fell as far apart as it was possible to stretch them. I was splayed wide open for him, my hands working furiously at myself, and without warning, really, it hit me. No little build up, no, "Oh, my God, it's gonna happen," just a sudden explosion. My whole body went tense and rigid, I shuddered, I screamed out - I've always been a screamer - and I went into an orgasm that was unlike any that I'd ever had before. When I could open my eyes again, my husband was coming all over himself, which just served to completely and utterly arouse me all over again.
Ten minutes later, he brought me to the bedroom, and he completely, utterly, totally fucked my little brains out.
It was absolutely wonderful!
