2 comments/ 15308 views/ 2 favorites The Girl Ch. 02 By: sam_pool The next day, the girl got up late and sat in her pajamas reading the newspapers with her flat mate, she wanted to tell the flat mate about the previous night, showing her body to strangers on the museum steps, but knew that she wouldn't be understood, and wasn't quite sure that she understood herself. Lunchtime came and went. Flat mate went for her usual long bike ride, the girl was alone, she kept on thinking about the museum steps, replaying it over and over, the feeling of control, empowerment, the filthiness, and the sexiness. The girl went to her room, and with her rabbit, came quickly and totally. She had some chores to do this afternoon, before an evening watching DVDs and a bottle of wine with her flat mate. The weekly trip to the supermarket and an hour and a half in the launderette. The girl had always thought of herself as being good looking, fit and sexy, she didn't go in for blouses, high heels, miniskirts and layers of makeup. She was comfortable in her old denim skirt, stripy socks, baseball boots and a fairly tight top to show of her boobs, she loved her tits, and she thought her tits loved her. The girl thought again about flashing her knickers on the museum steps the night before, ooo and the tingle down under. At the launderette, the girl sat with her back to the wall, she wasn't in the mood for reading pointless blogs, so uncoiled her earphones and chose some old relaxing music, she sat with her eyes closed listening to Pink Floyds' wish you were here album, which reminded her of her uncle smoking dope at her parents' house when she was little. She sat with her sun glasses on and eyes closed for 40 minutes, soaking up the hippy vibes of the music, the album ended, she exhaled heavily but kept her eyes closed, and listened to the sound of the launderette. She cracked open her eyes the smallest amount she could, and let the tinted light flood in, it took a while to adjust. Still with her eyes just open, looking through her lashes at a fuzzy view of the world. She made out the tall figure of a man sitting on the other side of the launderette, he seemed to be looking at her, watching her. She stayed still and watched back, his eyes moved up and down her body, studying her legs and lingering on her tits, she felt a slight tingle between her thighs, the man was now staring at her boobs, she was loving having her tits scrutinized this way, and being just able to see the man lusting for her body. As if to reward the man, her nipples started to harden, drawing the man's eyes out on stalks. The girl's heart had quickened, her nipples were at full attention and the liquid between her thighs was moving, the man carried on staring and lusting for her. She noticed the newspaper on the man's lap was moving gently, he was rubbing his cock through his jeans! The girl's breathing quickened and her breasts moved with her, she could not believe what was happening. Was she going to bring off another strange man without touching him? Was she going to orgasm by watching a stranger masturbate while watching her? Another launderette customer entered and the man quickly rearranged himself. The girl gathered her whit's and gathered her clothes from the machine. As she left, she looked at the man, he looked friendly and nice, but not her type, she smiled to him and he smiled back. When outside the girl burst out laughing, bringing the odd look from passersby. "whoo hoo, what's happening" she called to no one. When she got home the girl went to her room, and with her rabbit came quickly and completely. "Do you notice men ogling you" the girl asked her flat mate "Yeah, creeps the hell out of me" "I like it" "Freak" They watched the DVDs, drank their wine, ate some supermarket pizza and talked a little about sex and their boyfriends. Flat mate was going out with a boy from work, so seeing him every day meant they had the weekend apart, so as not doing the over kill thing. The girl's boyfriend lived 60 miles away, by the seaside, he had a few jobs, 3 days a week working in a record shop, 2 afternoons at the architectural salvage yard, 1 all-nighter as a D.J. She hadn't seen him for weeks, but it felt like months. She was sure he'd like to be flashed at and teased, and began to think of ways to drive him crazy. The Girl Ch. 03 When Sunday raised its head, the girl was excited and full of ideas for exhibiting herself, for she thought that she had become an exhibitionist. But should she plan such things? Friday evening on the museum steps and Saturday afternoon at the launderette had just randomly happened. Would planning these events make them work? No! She couldn't plan it, but she could prepare herself for it. Clothes, props maybe, be in the right place to be viewed? The girl usually went to the park for an hour before her favorite Sunday lunch pub opened. It was a warm summer day, the park would be quite busy. She wondered if her favorite spot under the big oak tree would be free, then she thought about what to wear, maybe shorts, maybe leggings, no! She'd just wear her old denim skirt, socks and boots, and her tight white top, she rarely wore a bra, and believed her tits to be perky and shapely enough without one. All the men in her life had enthusiastically agreed. She briefly thought of going commando, but no, not today, today was going to be an experiment. She put some things into a shoulder bag and walked to the park. She wore her sunglasses and a floppy hat, and felt cool and breezy. At the park there were lots of the usual park people, she made her way to the tree lined edge to find it quite deserted, it was still early and the sun hadn't peaked yet. The girl sat under her big oak and rummaged in the bag, out came a thin light throw that she spread out on the grass, her smart phone and bottle of water. She looked around, there was nobody near her, the closest was somebody throwing a ball for a dog 200 yards away. For a while the girl sat with her legs neatly folded to one side, while searching for some music on her phone. Still with an eye on her surroundings, she shifted to sit cross legged, which felt so wrong and dirty, but there was nobody near to see, and the light breezes tickled between her legs, and felt wonderful against the thin cotton of her knickers. The dog walker had moved off so there wasn't anybody within 300 yards, she wriggled slightly and let her skirt ride up a little, exposing more of her slender legs, the slightly naked feeling was great, but she yearned for more, she wished for someone to see her, to look at and to desire her. She quickly reached down between her legs and pulled her panties to one side, fully exposing her quim to the fresh air, oohh the feeling, she covered up and smiled broadly to herself, o what a naughty girl she was. She stretched out on the throw and rolled onto her belly, she took a gulp of water and uncoiled the earphones, and put on some Sunday soul music. She lay there, under her tree, reading some blogs of nonsense, train spotting, bird spotting, they were all crazy, as far as she was concerned, but she loved to read about their lives, maybe she should write a blog of her own, about discovering exhibitionism. The girl became aware of people closer now, her bag had some metallic decorations on that reflected movement from behind her, also the shiny screen of her smartphone gave her a kind of black mirror to spy at what was going on behind her. A game of keep-y up-y between 3 lads was happening a couple of hundred yards away and the occasional dog walker / ball thrower walked by, all seeming to keep a polite distance. 10 minutes later, the keep-y up-y was swelling in numbers and turning into a kick-about, another 5 minutes and teams were being picked, and a full on game of football started. The girl was tempted to sit up facing the game to watch for a while, but it reminded her of school, the girls all watching the boys showing off in the playground. She much preferred that the boys watched the girls showing off. After a while of trying to see what was going on behind her through the reflecting screen, she drifted off thinking about her boyfriend who she was due to visit in a few weeks, she hadn't seen him for 3 weeks because of his stupid jobs and her stupid job. One day when they had loads of money and time, they could spend days in bed and.... The football came rolling past her and stopped at the base of her tree. Had the football lads kicked it her way on purpose? She wondered. A tall athletic figure appeared "nearly got you, ha ha" said a girl in t-shirt, shorts and trainers, "do you fancy a game" she asked while retrieving the ball. The girl smiled and said that she wasn't really dressed for it, "the boys playing wouldn't mind at all, ha ha, see you later" said the footballer and sprang off to resume playing. She smiled, then laughed. She had her music on random play, and she thought about the beach near her boyfriend's flat, they had joked about skinny dipping one night but never had done it, now she was thinking of doing it again and more! She remembered a time in the cinema, they'd sat in the dark, almost empty picture house and stroked each other between the legs, teasing through their jeans, until they'd got home and fucked for the rest of the night. Oh she ached for him. Would she go home now, to her rabbit?, or carry on to Sunday lunch and some friends company. As if to answer, her stomach rumbled and the football came flying like a shot into her tree and bounced violently past her nose, spoiling her reverie. The girl quickly gathered her things together into her bag, jumped to her feet and headed up the hill to the pub. The Girl Ch. 04 She entered the pub, and walked to the far end of the bar to where the manager stood. She was breathing hard and felt her chest rising tightly making her boobs bounce a little more than usual. The barman and barmaid's eyes followed her across the room, she knew they were both looking at her tits, and she loved it. She smiled as she reached the manager. The manager was the only other female that the girl had kissed, one drunken night in a dark club corner, snogging and feeling each other's tits. Oh! Those were days, thought the girl. The two embraced, and brushed each other's cheeks, she felt their tits rub together, and a spark flickered in her belly. No!, it would never happen again, as much as the girl loved the manager, it wasn't meant to be sexual, and she knew the other woman would fall madly for her, and she would never return the feelings. Great friends they were, and that's how the girl wanted their relationship to remain. They stood at the bar with a pint of beer each, like a couple of guys, chatting about ...guys. The manager had been dating (if that's the word for it) another pub landlord, you know , working unsociable hours in the pub, limited time off, it was meant to be a match made in heaven. But no, it wasn't to be. They ended up just having a handful of rushed dates because of staff shortages/deliveries/unforeseen problems at work, a hand full of quick unsatisfying shags etc. etc... Same old story, thought the girl, and told told her about seeing her boyfriend in a few weeks, and her newfound love of being ogled in public, and her thoughts of flashing her body. The manager thought this hilarious and nearly choked on her beer, the girl quickly made her swear that she wouldn't tell a soul, but had to agree to flash at her at some point in the future in exchange. The pub was quiet today, but after a little while the manager was called away to attend to some pub business, changing a barrel and then to help in the kitchen because someone had called in sick, the girl didn't envy her in the least, being on constant call would drive her mad. She took a seat at a table big enough for four, in the hope someone she knew would have had the same thoughts about Sunday lunch as herself. She sat facing the bar, and observed the bar staff and the few other customers dotted around the place. The barman and maid were roughly her age and both looked quite fit, they were talking quietly, and quite closely, she thought about the sex they were probably having, rutting after a night serving beer to pissed punters, a quickie in the cellar, maybe doggie style over the pool table. She smiled at the thoughts, and looked around the pub for more spots she'd like to have sex. There was a quiet private snug, all sofa and cushions, probably seen a lot of action. She was about to take out her smartphone, when a couple she knew came through the doors and joined her. It was great to see them after the 3 or 4 weeks, when they hadn't bumped into each other. The couple said they had been sooo broke, and just trying to do as much overtime at work as they could, but had finally got back to just treading water, financially that is. They finished their food amongst chat about what was meant to be cool on facebook and the like, but the girl had to blag it a bit, because she couldn't be bothered much with social networking, and instead talked of the music she had discovered on youtube. The girl had already decided she wouldn't try to show her body off to anyone in the pub, because she knew too many people that went in there. After lunch with the couple, they stayed for another drink or two, drawing the afternoon out, so the evening and inevitable Monday morning would take longer to come round. The couple told her about their habit of buying a lottery ticket on Saturday but not checking it till midnight on Sunday, so like Schrödinger's cat, it could be counted as either/neither a winning or losing lottery ticket, they also said that it was a little depressing going to bed on Sunday having just lost on the lottery, but from this week, they were going to fuck for an hour after checking their numbers, so the weekend finished on a high note. The girl thought for a minute of her boyfriend and sighed, a little too loudly. The coupled giggled and teased her about not getting enough sex, and that she was always welcome to join them in their bed, to which they all laughed as ever, it was a running joke, what with her boyfriend living down by the seaside. The girl retaliated and tried to embarrass them by describing some new imaginary sex toys she had taken delivery of, and went on to invent a new job for herself, writing reviews of the toys. They all agreed that would be a fantastic job and vowed to look into it next week when they were back at work. After another drink, time was getting on. The couple were debating whether to have another drink on the way home, and yes it was decided they would pop into their local pub. The girl kissed them both goodnight and went in search of the manager to say goodbye. She enquired at the bar as to where she might be, the barmaid told her that she was down the cellar and that the girl could pop through to where the cellar door was to call for her, but not to go any further as the licensed premises were off bounds. The girl knew the drill and thanked the barmaid, she went through the bar's side hatch and into the corridor at the side, to the cellar door. The door was open and the light was on, illuminating the rickety looking stairs that looked more like a ladder. The girl called to the manageress that she was going home and to have a good evening, but there was no reply. She waited a minute to see if the manageress would magically appear like usual. But nothing. The girl bent down and peered into the gloomy stairwell. Still nothing, she hitched her skirt up a little and squatted on her haunches, low enough to give herself a better view. The manager magically appeared and startled the girl. "WOW! Green knickers, classy and sexy" said the manager who popped up and was eye level with and staring directly at the girls' crotch, they both laughed a little. The girl felt tense and her immediate reaction was to cover herself, but she quickly composed her thoughts and asked if the manager liked her green knickers, "Yes, I sure do, where did you get them from?" was the reply. "That new internet shop" answered the girl. This could turn into a contest of wills. The manager staring at her green clad honeypot, and the girl not wanting to bottle out. The manager seemed closer as she said "What beautiful thighs", still staring. The girl thought she could feel the other woman's breath on her legs, she felt hot, but wrong. Nothing would happen though, they were just girlfriends complimenting each other. The girl was looking into the manager's eyes and commented on how big her pupils had become, and watched the Iris's move as they drank in the view of her green pouch, she glanced down at the others tits, and saw her nipples stiff beneath her shirt, and remembered touching and tweaking them in the nightclub. She felt the manager's warm hands on her knees, they steadied her, as she had begun to tremble slightly. The girl leant lightly against the hands, the manager face was even closer now and she gently moved her knees apart a few more inches. The manager's eyes were the size of golf balls, as were her nipples. The girl's quim felt slippery within her pants and her legs parted further, under the guide of the others hands. "I can see that you're wet, and I want you" said the manageress. The girl had never felt so sex starved and horny as this before, never mind with another girl. She gasped as she felt the manager's head move between her thighs, and firstly her hot breath and then her hot tongue lick at the moisture soaking her green knickers... "Oh my gggooddd". "HEY BOSS THE GUINESS HAS GONE, CAN YOU PUT ANOTHER BARREL ON!" came a shout from the bar. They both jumped a mile, the girl landed on her arse, with her legs in the air, while the manager gasped with a bright red face and twinkling eyes. The barman poked his head round the corner, and started to shout the message again, but stopped when he saw the girl on the floor, legs akimbo. He couldn't help but to look up the girl's skirt. She smiled as she saw where the barman was looking, and as he mouthed the words "Wow, green", she started to laugh and heard the manager giggling too, he was still staring at her knickers, but she couldn't care less. They stood at the bar with southern comfort and ice, and talked quietly for a few minutes. The manager apologized and said that she was just over come with lust at the sight that met her on the way out of the cellar. And when they'd chatted earlier, she didn't think flashing would happen so soon, and so close up and personal. The girl told her how guilty she felt for leading her friend on, and that she didn't think for a minute that it would have gone so far. "Hey" said the manager "that was amazing, and I'll be treasuring the moment for a very long time, and I can't wait for some me time later". The girl agreed about the "me time". They hugged and parted, still friends, but a little more intimate than before. They both thought of how far they would end up going. The girl left the pub, and began to walk home, her damp knickers and the slippy skin at the top of her thighs rubbing together made her feel gloriously dirty, and she couldn't wait to see her rabbit. She heard a rumble approach from behind and turned to see the bus coming. "Fab", she said to no one. The bus stopped for her, she paid the driver and scurried half way down the deserted carriage, and flumped into the seat, from the bag on her lap, she automatically got out her smart phone and uncoiled the ear phones, in a few seconds she was listening to The White Stripes, and feeling warm liquid inside and beautifully filthy in her head. The urge to bring herself off, there on the bus was excruciating, she was sure it would only take seconds, but she wanted it to take longer. She arrived at the flat, pink faced and sweaty, she didn't bother to say hi to the flat mate, but just went straight to her room to masturbate over and over, first with fingers, then with her rabbit, she came utterly, again and again. The Girl Ch. 05 Monday at work went by in a haze of boredom. The girl left at five with the usual feeling of freedom and joy. It was sunny but not a hot evening, she decided to walk the long way home, around the park instead of across the middle. And up and over the chip shop hill, but wouldn't be indulging in the chips. This route home took maybe an hour to walk, but it made her feel a little bit healthier. Walking around the park had the advantage of a well maintained path to follow and still being within the park boundaries, amongst the shrubs and ornamental gardens, as opposed to waking across the middle of the park, dodging cyclists and footballs. Half way around she found a bench to sit on, in a gap in the bushes, looking onto the park. She took out her smartphone and uncoiled the ear phones and chose some AC/DC to rock the rest of the way home to. As she walked and listened to the music she thought again of her sexy encounter with the manageress, and what it would be like to spend the night with another woman, the soft tenderness, the gentle yielding skin.., then she thought of her boyfriend's glorious cock, and his firm body and strength, maybe she should try to combine the two and have a threesome? But she wasn't so keen on sharing him. Maybe she should open up about her bisexual feelings a bit more, she could be a part time dyke at home, and a cock mad nympho shag machine when she visited her boyfriend, she smiled and laughed at the ideas. Hard bodies and hard cock won every time. The music finished as she got to the road, to cross for chip shop hill. It was very steep, she still had the option of walking the other, flatter way, but no, it would wake her up and make her more alive. Half way up the hill, she sure felt alive, as her legs strained and lungs tightened and made wheezing noises, nearly there though, she must push on, burn off that pizza she had on Saturday and those pints of beer yesterday. She reached the top and paused to catch her breath, she inhaled deeply, breathed in in the delicious smell of fish and chips. The girl smiled to herself for making it up the hill and strode straight past the chip shop for the descent to her flat. When the girl entered the flat, she could hear her flat mate in the shower, but shouted "hi" anyway, and imagined a mumbled reply. She was thirsty, and made herself some green tea. While in the kitchen, she heard a few clattering's in the bathroom and imagined her flat mate dropping shampoo bottles, then she heard a mumbled voice and wondered if the flat mate was calling to her, she went to the bathroom door and was about to knock when she heard another mumbled voice, a male voice, was her flat mate shagging her boyfriend in their shower? She asked herself. She couldn't remember if they had discussed shagging in the shower, but they had agreed to no sex in the living room. The girl found herself moving closer to the bathroom door, so she could hear more of what was going on. She could hear the water spraying, and gentle groaning and the rhythmic squeaking of wet skin against the plastic shower cubical, she put her ear up against the door to hear even more, they were going at a slow leisurely pace, she was groaning with each of his thrusts. To the girls horror, the bathroom door moved an inch or two, if she was discovered listening, she would die of embarrassment. To her relief, neither of the shagging couple were facing her, her flat mate was bent over, hanging onto the shower controls with one hand, and the other was holding her own leg up as her boyfriend fucked her from behind, the girl loved it doggy style. She had a fantastic view of the pairs' interlocking organs. Her flat mate had a lovely smooth hairless box, which reminded the girl to have a shave down there. His cock wasn't huge, but looked thick and purposeful, and also quite hairless. The girl had never seen other people fucking in the flesh, she sometimes looked at porn on the internet, but this was amazing. She prayed that neither would look in her direction, but judging by the sounds they were making, they were far too occupied. His thrusts were getting slightly quicker, and her flat mate was thrusting back at him, forcing his cock as deep as it would go. His muscular arse cheeks clenched tighter with his thrusts, was he going to come? The girl's hand had found its way to her crotch as if it had a mind of its own. His cock looked as if it was swelling up, until it started to twitch as he was coming, and his whole body followed in the uncontrollable spasms of orgasm. Beautiful, thought the girl, as she backed away, and made her way to her bedroom, she stripped quickly and bent over her bed, with her arse in the air, and spread her legs, she fingered herself from behind with one hand, imagining being shagged doggy, and rubbed her wet clit from below with the other, she briefly wondered if it was possible to wear her clit out with all the wanking she'd been doing lately, but her mind quickly pictured the scene in the bathroom, his cock entering her flat mates puffed up quim, over and over, until she felt her own muscles tighten, and spasm, just as she'd seen his. She came and sank to the floor, still with a finger on her clit, extracting every last twitch of orgasmic pleasure. The girl didn't venture out of her room for an hour or so, she replayed the bathroom scene over and over in her mind, and fiddled endlessly with herself. She couldn't come again! She usually had no problem coming a second time. Maybe she had worn out her clit. But eventually with the help of her rabbit, she came a shuddering orgasm again. After she had laid on her bed for ten minutes and her legs started working again, she thought of food and threw on her bath robe and headed for the kitchen. Toast and tea in hand she entered the living room, her flat mate and boyfriend who were curled up together on the sofa, greeted her and said they hadn't realized that she was home until they'd heard her in the kitchen. The girl felt her face redden slightly as she spoke to them and pictured them fucking in the bathroom, but soon found it rather funny as well as red hot sexy. She sat in the big arm chair with her legs curled beneath her, she was probably showing a bit too much leg, but after what she'd seen tonight, she didn't really care. It was a thrill catching the others' eyes flickering down to her thighs now and then. And being knickerless in their company was giving her ideas.