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The Exhibitionist’s Night

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I lay back on the soft sheets, my body tingling with anticipation as I prepared for my little exhibitionist adventure. It was a warm summer night, and I had checked into this motel with a mischievous plan in mind. At 50 years old, I still had a wild side that craved attention, and tonight, I was going to give in to my desires.

My room was on the ground floor, with a large window overlooking the parking lot. I knew that anyone walking by would have a clear view of my room, and that thought excited me immensely. I turned on the bedside lamp, ensuring the room was well-lit, and then I walked over to the window. With a click, I unlocked the latch and pushed the curtains wide open, letting the warm breeze caress my naked body.

I had stripped off my clothes earlier, leaving them in a pile on the chair, and now I stood proudly, my body on full display. My brown hair fell in soft waves down my back, framing my pretty face. I smiled, knowing that my green eyes held a mischievous glint that would draw anyone’s attention. My breasts, a perfect C cup, were firm and perky, the nipples hardening in the cool night air. I could feel my pussy already growing wet as I imagined the possibilities.

I walked back to the bed, my hips swaying seductively, and lay down, spreading my legs wide. The cool air teased my sensitive skin as I ran my fingers lightly over my thighs, slowly inching towards my core. I wanted to build the tension, to savor every moment of this experience.

As I began to caress my breasts, gently pinching my nipples, I glanced out of the corner of my eye towards the window. That’s when I saw him. A tall, handsome man stood just outside, his gaze locked onto me. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of my naked body, and I felt a thrill course through me. I had an audience, and he was clearly enjoying the show.

I continued my slow, sensual exploration, sliding my hand down my stomach, my fingers dipping into the damp curls between my thighs. I let out a soft moan, partly for his benefit, partly because the anticipation was already driving me wild. My fingers found my clit, and I began to rub it gently, my eyes fluttering shut as pleasure rippled through my body.

The man outside was now openly watching me, his eyes burning with desire. I could see the outline of his erection pressing against his pants, and it only fueled my own desire further. I wanted to make him hard, to know that I was affecting him as much as he was affecting me.

I spread my legs even wider, giving him an unobstructed view of my glistening pussy. My fingers delved deeper, sliding into my wetness, and I began to finger-fuck myself slowly, my hips moving in rhythm with my hand. I let out a soft, contented sigh, my eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze.

He was still there, his breath fogging the window as he watched me with an intense hunger. I smiled at him, a silent invitation, and his hand moved to his crotch, rubbing himself through his pants. I could see the bulge growing, and it made my pussy clench with need. I wanted to feel him, to taste him, but for now, this voyeuristic game was enough to drive us both wild.

I increased the pace, my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy, my other hand squeezing and tugging at my nipples. I was so wet, my juices running down my thighs, and I knew I was putting on a good show. The man’s hand was now inside his pants, and I imagined his long, hard cock in my mouth, the taste of him on my tongue.

As I brought myself closer to the edge, my moans grew louder, filling the room. I could see the man’s lips moving, as if he was whispering words of encouragement, urging me on. His hand moved faster, and I knew he was close to climaxing too. The thought of us both reaching orgasm together, separated only by a pane of glass, was incredibly arousing.

My fingers worked my clit feverishly, and I could feel my orgasm building, a wave of pleasure about to crash over me. I arched my back, my breasts thrusting forward, and I cried out as the climax hit me. My body shook, my pussy clenching around my fingers as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

Through my post-orgasmic haze, I saw the man’s hand move faster, and then he froze, his body stiffening. I knew he was cumming, his cock erupting with thick ropes of cum, staining his pants. I smiled, satisfied, as I watched him through half-lidded eyes, my breath coming in short gasps.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us catching our breath. Then, with a final glance and a smile, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the night. I lay there, my body still buzzing with pleasure, a satisfied smile on my face.

I had no idea who that man was, but the anonymous encounter had been thrilling. The thought of being watched, of bringing a stranger to the brink of ecstasy, was a powerful aphrodisiac. I knew I would remember this night for a long time, and the memory would always bring a wicked smile to my lips.

Perhaps, I thought with a mischievous glint in my eye, I should make this a regular occurrence. After all, I had discovered a new, exciting way to satisfy my exhibitionist cravings, and I couldn’t wait to see who would be watching next time.

Picture Perfect

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I had always been one to embrace my sensual side, and today was no exception. My brown locks cascaded over my shoulders, framing my face, and my eyes sparkled with anticipation as I arrived at the photographer’s studio. It had been ages since I’d treated myself to a professional photoshoot, and I was eager to see the results.

The photographer, a charming man named Ethan, greeted me with a warm smile. His studio was cozy, filled with soft lighting and various backdrops. As I stepped inside, I felt a tingle of excitement run down my spine, knowing what was about to unfold.

“Melissa, right? You look stunning,” Ethan complimented, his eyes roaming over my figure. I was dressed in a simple white blouse and black pencil skirt, a conservative outfit that hinted at the curves beneath.

“Thank you, Ethan. I’m excited to see what we can create today,” I replied, my voice laced with a hint of seduction.

He guided me to a dressing room, where I was to change into my first outfit—a little black dress that hugged my body in all the right places. As I slipped it on, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my brown eyes smoldering with desire. I knew I looked good, and the thought of being photographed like this sent a thrill through my body.

Ethan entered the dressing room, his camera already in hand. “You’re ready?” he asked, his gaze intense.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I responded, feeling a surge of confidence.

The first few shots were simple, capturing my natural beauty. I posed gracefully, letting the camera adore my every curve. Ethan’s lens seemed to caress my body, focusing on my cleavage, the swell of my hips, and the long lines of my legs. I felt like a goddess, exuding sensuality with every click of the shutter.

“You’re a natural, Melissa,” Ethan praised, his voice husky. “But I think we can take this to the next level.”

Intrigued, I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And how do you propose we do that?”

With a mischievous grin, he leaned closer, his breath tickling my ear. “I have a client who’s looking for something… unique. He’s willing to pay top dollar for some exclusive content. All you need to do is bare it all for my camera.”

My heart raced at his suggestion. I’d never done anything like this before, but the idea of being completely exposed, of having my naked body immortalized in photographs, was exhilarating. I bit my lip, considering the offer.

“It’s just for personal use, I assure you,” Ethan added, sensing my hesitation. “And you’ll be well compensated.”

The thought of the extra money was tempting, but it was the thrill of exhibitionism that truly sealed the deal. I wanted to feel the rush of being watched, of knowing my intimate moments would be captured forever.

“I’m in,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Ethan’s eyes lit up with excitement. He led me to the main studio, where a large white backdrop awaited. “Just relax and be yourself. Show me what you’ve got, Melissa.”

As I stepped in front of the backdrop, I felt a surge of power. I began to undress slowly, savoring every moment. First, I slipped off my dress, revealing a lacy black bra and matching panties. My breasts heaved with each breath, the nipples straining against the delicate fabric. I could see Ethan’s eyes darken with desire as he captured my every move.

With deliberate slowness, I unhooked my bra, letting it slide off my shoulders, baring my full, round breasts. My nipples hardened in the cool air, begging for attention. I cupped them in my hands, squeezing gently, and arched my back, offering myself to the camera. Ethan’s shutter clicked furiously, capturing my every curve.

“That’s it, Melissa,” he encouraged, his voice thick with arousal. “You’re stunning. Now, show me more.”

I slid my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, teasingly pulling them down my thighs, revealing the smooth, bare skin of my pussy. My fingers grazed my moist folds, and I let out a soft moan, unable to resist the temptation.

“Touch yourself,” Ethan urged, his voice hoarse. “Let me capture your pleasure.”

I sank to the floor, my back against the backdrop, and spread my legs wide, giving him an unobstructed view. My fingers found my clit, already swollen with need. I began to rub slow circles, building the tension. My breath quickened, and my hips moved in rhythm with my strokes. I was putting on a show, and the thought of Ethan watching me, his camera capturing my every move, sent me over the edge.

“Oh yes, Melissa, keep going,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the camera.

My fingers worked faster, plunging into my wetness, my thumb rubbing my clit in quick, firm strokes. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body on fire. I cried out as the orgasm hit, my back arching, and my hips thrusting against my hand. Ethan’s camera flashed relentlessly, immortalizing my climax.

As I lay there, breathless and sated, Ethan approached me, his camera still in hand. “That was incredible, Melissa. You’re a true exhibitionist.”

I smiled, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “I never knew I’d enjoy it so much.”

Ethan’s eyes locked with mine, and I could see the desire burning in them. “I want more, Melissa. I want to see you cum again, but this time, I want to be inside you.”

His words sent a jolt of excitement through my body. I had been so caught up in my own pleasure that I hadn’t realized how turned on he was. I wanted him, needed to feel him inside me after the intense display of my sexuality.

Without a word, I stood and pulled him towards the nearby sofa. I straddled his lap, feeling his hardness pressing against my core through his pants. With nimble fingers, I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, and then undid his belt, freeing his straining erection.

“You’ve been a good boy, Ethan,” I purred, stroking his length. “Now it’s time for your reward.”

I lowered myself onto his cock, taking him deep inside me with a slow, deliberate glide. We both moaned as our bodies connected, his filling me perfectly. I began to move, riding him with abandon, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. Ethan’s hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements, urging me on.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest, and kissed him hungrily, our tongues dancing in a passionate rhythm. Our bodies moved as one, the sofa creaking beneath us, as we fucked with raw, unbridled passion.

Ethan’s hands roamed my body, squeezing my ass, and cupping my breasts, his touch fueling the fire within me. I rode him harder, my pussy clenching around his shaft, desperate for release.

“Cum for me, Melissa,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire.

I arched my back, my fingers digging into his shoulders as the pleasure surged through me. “Oh, Ethan!” I cried out as my orgasm exploded, my walls rippling around his cock.

Ethan followed close behind, his hips thrusting wildly as he filled me with his hot cum. We clung to each other, our hearts racing, and our bodies glistening with sweat.

As we lay entangled on the sofa, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The photoshoot had been an incredible experience, and the sex that followed was even more intense. I had discovered a new side of myself, one that reveled in exhibitionism and the thrill of being desired.

“That was…” Ethan began, searching for words.

“Incredible,” I finished for him, a satisfied smile on my face. “I can’t wait to see the photos and do it all over again.”

He laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I have a feeling this is just the beginning, Melissa. You’ve unleashed something wild within yourself.”

I stood, my body still buzzing with pleasure, and straightened my clothes. “You’re right, Ethan. And I can’t wait to explore it further.”

As I walked out of the studio, I knew this was just the start of my journey into the world of erotic exhibitionism. The photos would be a constant reminder of my newfound freedom, and I couldn’t wait to see where this path would lead me next.

Amusement Park Antics

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I remember years ago seeing a hot movie, it was called “Fear” with Mark Wahlberg and Reese Witherspoon and the boyfriend is a sexy psycho in the movie. There was a very hot scene in the movie on a rollercoaster, some of you may have seen it or recalled it if you’ve seen the movie. I’ll link the clip on Youtube at the end of this post, it’s one of the hottest movie scenes I’ve ever seen. I told my boyfriend at the time I wanted to try it after seeing the movie. Needless to say, real life didn’t go quite as smoothly as the scene in the movie.

He was nervous about getting caught and getting in trouble if we did. I was so excited to live out for real what I’d watched several times on the screen and gotten excited by. We went to an amusement park and got on the rollercoaster. I decided it would be easier if I didn’t wear panties under my mini skirt. So the ride starts and he slips his hand onto my thigh and it creeps up my thigh and finds my pussy. I was already semi wet from the anticipation of the moment. He was looking around to see if anyone was watching us, it didn’t seem anyone was paying attention to us. So I enjoy his fingers.

I could feel the tips of his fingers start to encircle my clit and he was moving them pretty fast. I grabbed his wrist and was really grinding his hand between my legs. Unlike in the movie though, I did not cum just as the ride was cresting the first drop, so I was still wriggling around frantically trying to cum as the coaster jerked us this way and that. It was hit, yet funny at the same time. I was trying so hard to cum before the end of the ride and he was doing his best with his fingers to help me. I swear to God there was likely less than thirty seconds left of the ride when I finally came and he got his hand out from under my skirt just as the ride was coming to a stop. We didn’t get caught.

It was not the easiest orgasm, and certainly not like in the movie. What ever is like in the movies? I thanked him for going along with my kind of ridiculous idea of trying to act out the scene in the movie. I wanted to make it up to him, so I led him to a pendulum ride that was shaped like a pirate ship. He was beginning to wonder what I had up my sleeve, but I didn’t want anything that was going to spin, or turn us upside down, back and forth was tame enough. So the ride starts and I slip my hand into his pants and start jerking him off. I rubbed the head of his cock with the pad of my thumb, smearing his precum around as I jerked him, to have the maximum hand job effect. The poor guy, he must have thought I lost my mind with all these crazy antics at the amusement park.

I tugged on his cock hard, stroking him up and down quickly to be finished by the time the ride ended. I knew if I really worked it, I’d get him to blow his load and he did. I have to admit, these amusement park orgasms for us both were certainly not the highest quality orgasms we ever had, but we both came, the job got done. Trying to cum while you’re being tossed about this way and that is not very easy, I assure you! That time I think someone might have seen us. I noticed when we got off the ride the girl in front of us was staring at us and whispering to her friend as we walked away. Maybe she’d looked back and seen me frantically tugging on his cock. I shouldn’t do such risky things, but sometimes the desire to do something overrides your common sense and you just do it and hope for the best. I think it might be awhile before he offers to take me to another amusement park again, unless I promise to be a good girl that is.

I can’t embed this, since it’s age restricted on Youtube, but it’s one of the hottest movie scenes I’ve ever seen, it’s only two and a half minutes long. You won’t be disappointed.