It was a warm day but there was an occasional cool breeze that made my nipples stand up. I loved it. In the town centre there were rows of seats, facing each other. I sat down on one, opposite a young man. I leaned back and stretched my arms along the seat back, knowing that this would pull the dress tight across my boobs.
Through my half closed eyes I saw the guy looking. I didn’t realise that as I sat down the sides of my dress slipped to the side and he could see my thighs and the white triangle of my panties. The guy was not trying to hide the fact that he was looking so I ‘accidentally’ let my legs part so he had a full view of my panty covered pussy.
Oooh! That was so exciting, showing my panties to a stranger in town. I felt myself getting damp between my thighs. I wondered if |I was showing a wet spot, and if he could see it.
After a couple of minutes, I got up and walked away as though I hadn’t realised what I’d shown.
I was getting into showing myself ‘accidentally’. I felt powerful and confident. Doing it in the town centre was OK but I needed new challenges and ideas.
At one end of town was a hill. At the top was a circular viewing area where you could look out over the valley, or over the rooftops of the town. It was a popular spot. It was also quite windy at times.
My next plan needed a short flared skirt. I couldn’t afford to keep on buying new clothes and I didn’t know if I could find what I wanted so I bought a second hand sewing machine and made my own.
The pink material was light and looked lovely. I knew it would do the job because if I spun round it would flare up and show my panties.
The next weekend I visited the viewing area, wearing my new short skirt. I stood against the wall looking out over the valley and waited. It wasn’t long before a gust of wind caught my skirt and I felt it lift right up exposing my white panties. It’s tough to make things look accidental and timing the delay between the skirt lifting and me grabbing it is key. The skirt has to be up long enough for anybody watching to get a good look but not so long that it looks deliberate. I think I managed it.
There are always people with phones and cameras and I’m pretty sure there will be photos somewhere of me with my skirt up and panties on display. I got a thrill thinking that somebody will be looking at my bottom later.
I was really enjoying myself but needed to challenge myself further. More clothes were needed.
The best outfit I made was my favourite. It was a knee length lacy dress with a loosed fitting bodice. The neckline stopped between my boobs, and if I leaned forward anybody looking would get a good view of my boobs and possibly my nipples. The skirt part of the dress was split up the front to just below my pussy, making sure that my panties would show when I was walking.
I wore this a lot, I bent down a lot, particularly when men were around. I would squat down to look at things on the bottom shelves in the supermarket with my legs apart showing my panties.
There always seemed to be a lot of men about when I was in town, more than when I first started going. Was word getting around about me flashing all over the place? I had a little judder at the thought.
My next challenge to myself was to go without panties. This was a tough decision to make and it took a while to commit to it.
In town one day, wearing my favourite outfit, I just decided to go for it, and slipped into an alley and took my panties off. I didn’t have a bag with me, so my panties ended up in a nearby bin. The feel of the air on my pussy was amazing and the fact that I was just about naked really turned me on and I felt myself getting a bit wet.
I did the usual things, bending over, and squatting down knowing that I was showing everything to anybody who was looking.
I also went to the viewing point in my flared skirt. If there were only adults about, I would stand with my back to the wall and allow the front of the skirt to blow up showing my pussy. I wondered if anybody could see how wet I was.
Was this as far as I could go? I thought so, apart from being fully naked and I wasn’t prepared to do that.
One very hot day I found out I could go much further. I’d been in town in my favourite dress and I was getting very warm, uncomfortably so. I went down to the park in search of some shade and I was lucky enough to find a seat set back about six feet from the main path and in the shade of some large trees.
With a sigh of relief I sat down and immediately felt cooler. After I’d been there a few minutes, I heard a low voice and a higher pitched giggle. I looked around but couldn’t immediately see anybody. I looked more closely and saw through a gap in the hedge behind me.
Behind the hedge was a grass field sloping upwards and there, about five or six feet from me and a couple of feet higher were a couple laid on their sides kissing. His hand was stroking up and down her thigh and with each upward stroke her short skirt was pushed further up.
How far would they go,? I thought. Presumably they thought that they couldn’t be seen.
As the skirt got higher he ended up stroking her tight bottom over her powder blue panties. After a few minutes she moved over onto her back and as she did, his hand pushed the front of her skirt up and it landed on her mound.
His fingers worked a circular motion over her mound and she started to wriggle and squirm Her legs parted and I noticed a dark spot on her panties. She was enjoying what he was doing to her. So was I. It was so hot to watch I was getting damp myself.
I wasn’t very comfortable so I quietly twisted round so I could rest my arms on the back of the seat and put one knee up on the seat.
His fingers moved downwards and began sliding up and down her slit, before pulling her panties to one side and slipping a finger into her glistening pink hole. He stroked in and out for a short while before slipping another finger in and stroked faster. They were still kissing and her moans were muffled but her hips showed she was enjoying it as she was pushing up to meet his thrusts.
She whispered something to him and he stopped stroking and knelt by her head and took out his rock hard cock. She took it in her hand and stroked it. The sight of his bulbous plum coloured head coming into view every time she stroked his foreskin back really got me going and I slid one hand down to my pussy and began to stroke myself.
He reached for the waist of her panties and started to pull them down. She lifted her bottom to help and he pulled them off one leg. I could see all of her pink pussy, slightly open and wet topped by a tuft of light brown hair.
As she started to take him in her mouth his fingers returned to her pussy and they slipped in easily and he really fingered her hard, his fingers shining with her juices. She was bucking and writhing like a woman possessed.
He struggled with one hand to get his pants off but eventually gave up and used both hands. I was treated to the glorious sight of the full size of his cock. He was soon between her thighs and he slid into her.