1. Susan gets carried away.


    Date: 10/28/2017, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: cfnmbloke, Source: LushStories

    her to the bed, and covered her. Eventually she came out of this funk, and was able to tell me what had happened that had upset her so much. These are her words:- "After you walked past, I manoevred the mat as planned to open the door a little. What we had not realised was that not only could he see me, but I could see him in the mirror. Our eyes met immediately. I realised that, not only could he see me, but that he knew that I knew he could see me. So I was in a dilemma - close the door straightaway, or proceed as planned, with the common knowledge that this was no accident. The thought that I might bring some joy to his otherwise miserable day, propelled me to carry on. "I turned to face him, winked, and opened the door fully while retaining eye contact. Turning back to the mirror, I dropped the towel that had been around my waist, and kept my eyes on his in the mirror, as I went through my normal routine, slowly and methodically. I felt my breasts for lumps. pinched my nipples for colour, brushed my hair, checked my eyelashes, gently slapped some colour into my cheeks. I then turned to face him and then looked over my shoulder to examine my back and bottom in the mirror. " I turned back to the mirror, and placed one leg up on the vanity, and began massaging my body lotion into my foot, and then slowly along my leg. I then replaced the leg on the vanity, and saw his eyes turn down a little, and brighten, as I realised that this new position made my pussy quite open to ...
    his gaze.. Starting again at my foot, I worked the lotion further and further along my leg, until the back of my hand brushed against my pussy. "It was then that I relised how excited I had become. I was breathing heavily, sweating and clearly overcome with lust. As I slipped some fingers into my saturated pussy I realised that I could no longer control the situation. I was frigging myself vigorously. I knew I was about to climax, so I turned to see his reaction to this imminent event. It was then that my leg slipped along the vanity, and knocked over the fake shell that contained toiletries and sent it crashing to the floor. The spell broke. I slammed the door, and collapsed onto the toilet. I think the mental climax never came, but the physical climax could not be stopped. It was quite painful. "And as I sat there, I was overcome with shame. I am not a whore. Why did I go so far? How dare I assume that my disgusting actions would make his day? How presumptive of me to include him, without his consent, into my weird fetish? I wanted to beg his forgiveness. I wanted to assure him that I that I would never again allow such a scene to be repeated. But I know I am too ashamed to face him again." Hours later, after a few wines, at the wedding reception, it was evident to all that Susan had not given up exhibitionism entirely. Her bra-less tits were still visible through the sides of her sleeveless dress, whenever she stooped, or raised her arms. And her pantyless bottom was still ...