Summer makes me frisky. Might be the Celtic blood in my veins, but I dream ~~daily~~ hourly about running naked through soft grass and letting the night breeze rustle my bush for once.
Unfortunately, I live in a pretty little neighborhood in a decently sized city. This means I’m limited in my options to satisfy that wild streak.
It started as walking into my backyard at night, fully nude. The back porch is hidden from the street, and as long as I keep the light off, it’s dark enough that the neighbors won’t see if they peek. Not that they do, they’re in bed at a decent time. Still, I’m careful and never stay outside for more than a minute or two. It made my heart beat fast and my nipples hard and my pussy so wet and slick.
But I can’t walk down the street with nothing on but my tattoos, so I’ve started trying out the next best thing.
Tonight it was an old skirt – red plaid, a classic – and a black top that just looks like an circle of cloth when it’s on the floor. If it’s tied correctly, it covers up my nipples and that’s about it. It doesn’t have a back, but there is a hood. I flip the hood up and put a mask on and everything important is hidden. Not that anyone’s going to be looking at my face when the wind flips my skirt up.
Still, I try to keep my activities late. Midnight to 3 AM on the typical Saturday night and I could stand at the intersection with my breasts bare but for that flimsy band of cloth. I tremble with excitement at the idea that someone could be peering out from their dark house, silent and unknown.
And so I go walking after midnight, out in the moonlight. I’m afraid but thrilled, my body hot and horny and my pussy dripping with juices. If someone came up from behind and grabbed me, I might squirt on the spot!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/voit2f/walking_after_midnight_exhibitionism