Jenny Shows Off by jen123jen
Many people lately have IM’d me or emailed me wondering when I was going to write more of my adventures. It’s true — I haven’t written in a while, but not because I haven’t had my adventures! I moved away from Arizona to the east coast a while back, and for some time tried to “be good.” (That didn’t last too long!) I now live in a smaller city and have to be a little less brazen than I could in a big city. The colder climate much of the year doesn’t help much either. Also, I tried (for a while) to be good around my house, but that has definitely gone out the window lately! So here is a small sampling of just a few of my adventures in the last year or so. I won’t go into the complete details like I have in my past writings; in order to start to catch everyone up, I’ll keep them short and sweet!
I have been chatting with a wonderful man online (D.) who, I think, is truly starting to understand what I crave. He asked me the other day (IM): “Do you like the submission, or the thrill?” I at first thought it was the submission — this was right after I had a huge orgasm, sitting at the computer, because he had shown me off (somewhat discretely) to my neighborhood, and had been working me up to possibly walking the perimeter of my yard — naked — at 4:30 on a weekday afternoon. I had been nervous and reluctant, but as I got more and more turned on, I was ready, willing and able to do it — all he had to do was say the word. Instead, he had me cum, and I’m (mostly) glad I didn’t have to go on the walk. But as I thought about it later, laying in bed fantasizing and masturbating, I realized that while I do like both — and I really can’t make myself do the kinds of really kinky things I want to do deep in my heart — it’s actually the thrill that turns me on… the risk of possibly being seen, the risk of getting caught, doing something submissive, or deviant, outrageous: that’s what does it for me. I’ve tried the blatant flashing — just lifting my shirt for someone. While that’s fun (and definitely a turn-on), I need some nastiness to it for it to really be fun…
D. and I had been chatting, and yada yada yada, I ended up a few days later completely naked in a crumby mall department store’s changing room, with the door unlocked (but closed), face down on the dirty floor, ass up facing the door, legs spread, (with slats — wondering if anyone could see in if they walked into the dressing rooms area), masturbating like the slut I am.
Late winter/early spring, wearing high heels, stockings and garter belt, a knee-length black winter coat (like a rain coat/trench coat only warmer), sitting off to the side in a regular movie theater (not a porno theater), with only a few other people in it, unbuttoning the buttons on the coat slowly, wondering what the hell I was doing, spreading my legs as I exposed myself, sitting there with the coat completely open, nearly naked in a public theater… getting so turned on by this that I masturbated, then wanting — needing — something even dirtier, I sank down onto first my knees, then actually laid down, face down on the sticky floor, my bare body touching who knows what kind of old spilled soda and gum and whatever, sliding my hand under my body, rubbing my clit, and — I don’t know what got into me — right before cumming, turning my head and taking a long, slow, wet lick of the floor right as I orgasmed. I felt like such a dirty slut — and loved it so much I watched the rest of the movie mostly uncovered, sitting in my seat, masturbating and cumming more.
Using that same coat all winter, I’d strip in my car, keeping my heels on, then go into stores and shop, naked except for the coat. At first I stuck with little stores — gift shops around the holidays, etc. Then as winter wore on, doing my grocery shopping wearing the coat, and then starting to unbutton the top button, giving anyone who cared to notice a glimpse into the fact that maybe there was nothing on under the coat… thankfully spring arrived or I would have probably gotten arrested.
I’ve been getting bolder and bolder in my neighborhood and around my house. This house doesn’t have a fence around it, though it has a mostly private back yard. Still, parts of it can be easily seen by anyone walking by in front of the house on the street (lots of dog walkers, joggers, etc. in my neighborhood). Sunbathing naked, or at least in a very skimpy suit, is a normal activity on the weekends, and sometimes during the week if I get home early enough. For my boyfriend early this summer, I slipped out back naked, in a part of the yard that could be seen by both neighbors (if they really tried to see it) and possibly a little from the street at just the right angle. Of course I was naked, and then blindfolded, and then my hands were cuffed behind my back — around a tree. This was right before the BF came home (he was 5-10 minutes away when I called him on his cell). He started out plain vanilla, but over the years he’s become a nicely kinky guy — though he prefers the romance and “making love” a lot (don’t get me wrong — I do too, but sometimes (ok, a lot of the time!) I crave wilder stuff). I told him to come out back right away when he got home as I’d have a surprise for him… he came out, liked what he saw, and fucked me right there. I came quickly (I tend to when I’m exposed and tied up!), he did too — then he left me there! I really hadn’t expected that, given his nature, and he’s always much more worried about getting seen/caught than I am. He left me standing there, not able to see if anyone could see, with his cum oozing out of me, for what seemed like forever — probably five minutes, really. Long enough for me to get turned on again, and when he came out to unlock me, we had more fun (I masturbated for him).
D. has slowly but surely been pushing me to show off more and more around my house. From the start, I frequently have had to stand in my living room, in front of the windows (which show me off to just below my waist). Sometimes at night. With the lights on. Sometimes standing on a chair, topless, sometimes completely naked, “fixing” the drapes (pretending to try to close them, like they got stuck). God I’m such a showoff slut for him!
I have realized that the trash haulers are a safe audience. The other day, I confided in him a few of the things I had done to possibly show off to them (one: standing naked on a chair in front of the window, blindfolded — not knowing if someone can see/does see me is a huge turn on — hands behind my back, while I hear the truck drive up my street, wondering also if anyone is out walking their dog and looking up my driveway and seeing me there, getting all tingly, then hearing the truck stop in front of my house, hear them (there are three men) empty my trash bin, trying to hear any indication of whether they see me or not, then hearing them drive up the street, staying there to reach around and finger my clit as I cum so hard I almost fall off the chair…)