Risky Exhibitionism Bundle: Five Public Nudity CMNF Stories

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Synopsis: Cindy is a college art student. One day in her life model class, she finds out everyone has to be a nude model and today is her day. Based on a true story.

Seems so," I told her. I was excited to see what all she and I got up to over the next few days. "Whatever you're comfortable with, I'm comfortable with."

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Oh yes, tradition," I quipped, "very persuasive when you're trying to get a girl out of her panties." Oh uh...," he muttered finally looking up at my face. "Frankly, I don't see anything wrong with you. You look to be in excellent shape," he noted, patting me on my behind! The place: a medium sized junior college (in some locales, these are called community colleges) in Northern California When I was in her office she would lean forward and give me a nice view of her rounded mounds and her silky brassiere. Her favorite position though was leaning over my desk, intently looking at my work, but giving me that same sly smile as she saw me openly staring down her blouse and loving every exposed inch of her.

She touched my arm. "Look at me." I did. She lifted herself off the car seat and started hiking up her dress. We decided on casual things at first because I’m only comfortable doing this with his two best friends, but there’s a third one that I’d like to try it with, just need to get to know him a little better. Sometimes when they were gaming or watching TV, I’d walk in from a shower looking for my underwear/clothes. Richard!" I should have been angry, but I couldn't stop the smile that was slowly forming across my face. "You're bad!" Jake met me at the entrance to the hall and greeted me with a big kiss. He was dressed in just a pair of board shorts, and I smiled at seeing his bare chest for the first time, noticing just how muscular he was.

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I... I'm... my girlfriend from college just invited me to a CMNF party. And I want to go! But only if you take me." She practically gasped all those words out at once. Soon, Satomi showed up with Ernie, the teaching assistant whose tutorial I'd fainted in. Ernie is smart and everything, but he's a bit older than us, and tries so hard to fit in. He wears big round glasses, and has this kind of goofy dazed look. He's a bit of a tough marker for me at least. I was kind of surprised he even came. Perhaps because of my combative nature and the problems it can cause, he has always been overly protective. However, in his defence, I do attract such sentiments (until people get to know the real me). I'm what you'd call petite, although I think I have sufficient curves and nice enough legs, along with a pixie face, to consider myself reasonably attractive. But my hair is a lank straw-blond, razor-cut in a shaggy style which, along with some shabby clothing choices, makes me look awkward and immature (and has driven my super-elegant mother to the edge of despair). I have a high-pitched voice which rises to a shrill squeak when I'm excited or angry. To this day I get carded (asked for proof of age) by suspicious bar attendants.

Did he figure out what is wrong?" the blonde asked me. My hello kitty was really tingling now, but I had to answer.Once we both realized what a turn on going to the beach was and experimenting my kink with me wearing just a micro bikini my husband and I would plan what I’d do when his best friends were over. She looked around and noticed us watching. There were at least fifteen people milling around behind her, including six naked women, but she turned to us. She gave me and Lexi a smile as she whisked off her panties, as if to say 'you're next!' She had the cutest little breasts with nipples like rosebuds. Her soft pink sex was barely covered in a light downy fur that surprisingly almost matched her hair. handle the explosion. I was only 29, so I knew that things would be armed and ready tomorrow-- if it came to that. One week she seemed unusually quiet, unwilling or unable to joke around with me. By that Thursday the tension was palpable

Her breasts were free for only a second when I reached around from behind and cupped them in my hands. She gasped as I began to mold them, pulling on them as if I was reshaping them for my pleasure. I gave each nipple a twist and a twirl until they were sufficiently hard. Then I moved in front of her to examine my work. The entire time she was staring straight ahead, eyes wide. I stood behind her once more. Now I was seriously pissed that she still had any clothes on. I was especially angry with her bra: all those clasps and straps, just to hold up and hide her two little mounds. I undid her bra clasps and pushed the straps roughly over her shoulders. I saw her start to make a move with her hands but she wisely stopped. She was being stripped naked for the viewing pleasure of at least fourteen people, including seven naked women. I was desperately trying to avoid examining any of the other girls yet; my time and my attention was solely devoted to my sweet Lexi.

Oh, you don't have to...," he started to say. I guess he hadn't expected me to strip naked so willingly. To cover up, I pulled on my hoodie, but I still looked indecent with my pussy showing. I cautiously got up, and went to the edge of the curtain trying to see where the Goth guy was.