Hot Exhibitionist Sex: Flashing At The Park ♕

Since my divorce, I’ve stayed away from men for a while

 

Sure, I still crave dick, in all of my holes and badly, but sometimes all you need to shake off the physical memory of having your holes be filled by countless, faceless men is a nice walk. So that’s what I started to do. At first, it would be just me in my work clothes (I’d gotten a job at a local diner), but with every step I took, I just longed for the feel of cock. So, I tried something a little different. I decided to explore my hot exhibitionist sex fantasy.

One night, at the end of my shift, I decided to walk home from work. I took off my waitress apron and uniform and only wore my panties, bra, and heels under my trench coat. I gotta say it felt incredibly sexy, knowing that any one of those random people out and about town that night could have seen me, checked me out, and never known what I was doing. Then I started to get the hang of being an exhibitionist pretty quickly.

It felt so naughty having hot exhibitionist sex.

The next night, I get bolder, and do the same thing, only this time I ditch my bra and panties in my purse and go in the total buff underneath my trench coat, except for the shoes of course. I could feel my nipples harden underneath the trench coat fabric as I strutted down the street. There was a bit more pep in my step, too. A bit more confidence. As my bare legs touched together I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. The exhibitionist life was definitely for me, but there was still one thing missing…

I had the urge to flash someone, so I chose not the most handsome man, but the most average, unsuspecting, nerd of a guy you could conjure up in your mind. He had these thick glasses, scruff, and messy hair. Why him, you say, instead of a Calvin Klein model? Because the reaction I could get out of someone like that, of seeing a hot girl naked, would be far worth it than a simple shrug and a smirk from a shrimp-dick “alpha” male. Are these everyday thoughts for an exhibitionist?

Turns out, they’re more common than you think!

I find him on one of my walks home. He’s sitting at the bus stop. You bet I was going to give ‘em a show. So I approach him, open my trench coat, and my tits bounce out. My pussy is wet and dripping. The look of shock on his face is so satisfying, I orgasm right then and there, scraping the bottoms of my heels across the sidewalk. Cars are driving by. People are walking by. All of them looked oddly at the woman with the open trench coat, shuddering in ecstasy before this strange man.

And what do I see after that? A gigantic wet spot in my chosen one’s pants. The poor bastard creamed himself and lay there nearly hyperventilating. Suddenly, the smell and sight of cum after having been away from it drove me insane. I got down on my knees, pulled down his pants, and rubbed my face all over his cummy dick, lapping up what I could. Instantly he got hard and came a second time, this time in my mouth, as an elderly couple quickly skirted by us. We ended up exchanging numbers. It turns out he’s into exhibitionism too.