1. My Christmas Present to a Stranger


    Date: 10/1/2018, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: 32atinygirl, Source: LushStories

    Sitting in my car, my short skirt wrapping my thighs like a boa constrictor, my finger plays along the top of one thigh, gently nudging the hem ever upward. I want someone to see me and to look harder. When they do, I'll let my knees fall apart so my cunt is on full view, but right now I need to be careful. I don't need to get arrested for public indecency. There are lots of cops around. Public parades like this draw a heavy police presence. There is always someone trying to screw things up for everyone else. I'm not trying to do that; I just want to show off a little. If doing so brings me a friendly response, all the better. In the meantime, I'm just a girl who got trapped by Christmas parade traffic. In the wrong place at the wrong time, and nothing to do about it, officer. People are streaming on foot past my window. I know, if they look down as they pass, they can easily see the bulge of my pubic mound, wrapped inside my baby blue thong,. It stands out beneath my white skirt; my tight, tiny little white mini-skirt. It's a true camel-toe, for sure. For a skinny girl, I have a nicely plump pussy. Just thinking about it makes me tingle inside. I know, if it's not already obvious, that I'll show a wet spot soon, and that makes me even hornier. I want somebody to see how aroused I am; to stare and to maybe make a comment. I want to feel embarrassment for being the dirty little slut that I'm feeling like right now. I'm surprised to hear a girl's voice. And turned on when I ...
    turn to look at her! "Hey, girl," she says, leaning in. "How'd you get stuck in all this?" Her eyes are electric blue, flitting from my own eyes downward to my crotch. There's no mistaking that she sees what I have on display. I can't tear my gaze from her eyes, even as she takes my wanton display in. They've swallowed me up. They have to be contacts! I drop my knees apart, further stretching the material of my already too-short skirt. "Wow, I don't know," I lie. "I just took a wrong turn and here I am." She smiles, drawing my eyes further into hers. "Yes," she says, "here you are. Lucky for me," she adds. Now I know I'm showing wet! Oh my god, I've never been so turned on, so quickly! I'm sure she can see my chest rising and falling as I try to breathe. I feel trapped, admittedly by my own actions, but knowing I can't turn back is exciting. I look at her hair. It's short and pitch-black; dyed that way, no doubt. She reminds me of my punk goddess /lover back in North Carolina, Miss Gina. "I like your hair," I stammer. "Yeah? Feel it." I reach upward slowly, just to touch it, but she snatches my wrist in her hand. "Don't you dare touch my hair!" she snarls, then laughs. She knows what she wants to happen, and she's exerting her dominance over me already. "Sorry, You said…" My voice sounds so lame, just the way I intend it to. I want her to know I'm a nothing; that I can be used as she wishes. I wonder why it can't be this easy with men. They never read the signals, they just ...
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