1. MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY - PART - 17


    Date: 11/16/2017, Categories: True Story, Straight Sex, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Female solo, Masturbation, Written by women, Author: Julee Sam, Source: sexstories.com

    MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART - 17 MASTURBATION AT MALL It started with a dare challenge. I am always corresponding via email and chatting with my best friend Angelina in Goa. The readers must be aware that she is my sex guru and we both have played many lesbian sex games between us since I had my first sex which was lesbian with her. Still, whenever I go to Goa, I make it sure to meet Angelina and we create an opportunity to play with each other’s nude body. Though, as you all are aware, I am not a lesbian but I always enjoy this sex game with her. She is having a very special status in my life. Once, when we were chatting on net, the subject turned to dare in sex. She knows it very well that I always love adventure in sex. I did it many a times between public without being noticed by any one. So she talked me into the dare game. If I gave her something to do, as a dare, she seemed able to follow through. In this way she challenged me to do self masturbation in ladies wash room at any big mall. I did not think much on this challenge and have accepted it immediately. She knows that I do not lie and will tell her the truth only whether I have completed the task or not. We kept discussing the different things on net and finally on one day, I told her that it is all set for the challenging task. I told her that I am going to the mall next day and try to complete the task. She was very happy to know this. I decided to do it in the largest Mall in town, one surrounded by parking ...
    lots that allow you to park quite close and walk inside through any handy store. Inside it was multi-level, with stores arranged on all levels opening onto a central atrium section. Stairs and escalators were placed at each end and the middle, with one set of elevators for those who needed them. As per my programmed, next day in after noon, after lunch when my husband went back to his office, I made my move towards the mall in my car. I parked my car at one end, by one of the anchor stores. I slipped out of the car, smoothed my skirt and headed for the doors. My adventure was about to begin. I had prepared carefully. I wore a white and pink summer frock, a sun dress, demur but revealing covering me from my breasts to my hips. The skirt hung loose and easy from there, in pleats, to just above my knees. The dress showed off my bare shoulders and arms, and much of my bare legs. The skirt was very feminine, swishing lightly around my thighs as I walked. I wore white backless sandals and matching jewelry: earrings and assorted bracelets, and carried a small white straw purse. I felt cool and collected as I strode across the blacktop, my hair falling loosely in soft curls to spill over my shoulders and tickle the tops of my breasts and my back. That feeling of calm was to be short lived, as it turned out. Once inside the air conditioned Mall, I found the air considerably cooler, and I felt my nipples pop in response to the sudden chill. But the soft bosom material hid their condition ...
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