So, to start this off I have to tell you that pretty soon after I discovered sexuality I realized my love of exhibitionism. The thought of fucking in public thrills me. The act of fucking in public does too but that’s another story.
A few years ago I was going down to lake Michigan for a day of sailing with some friends. At the time I liked this guy with a great body— he had a mediocre face but when you’re using someone for sex, does that really matter? I was still a virgin back then so when I say using him for sex I mostly mean oral and manual stimulation.
But anyways, my girl-friend’s dad owned a sail boat and she invited my guy, his brother and I to go sailing. The entire day was sunny and something about watching his deeply tanned abs glisten in the sun really turned me on. We were out there for hours.
The clothes I chose to wear were ridiculous and I remember not caring what the others thought of me, I only cared that he was watching my body. I wore those clothes to tease him: super short jean shorts that were frayed at the bottom so that my toned ass cheeks were hanging out. Most of that day I didn’t bother with a top and my stomach looked perfect, smooth and small in the bikini I had chosen. I walked with confidence and felt good in my skin. With every step I intentionally swayed my hips to torture him a little longer and I knew he was watching me with every fiber in his being. Only him and I knew of the tension.