During my first semester of college, I decided to venture into the cam world. Id always been interested in sharing my sexuality, and was feeling bold after having finally moved into my own space. I had a roommate at the time, who had gotten into camming with me; she encouraged me to push myself one weekend after one of our many chats about the video world and exhibitionism.
I had been speaking to someone through the website I used, teasing with videos of my wet thighs after a shower or pierced nipples peeking through my shirt on the way to class. This weekend, emboldened by my supportive roommate, I decided to take these videos several steps further.
Our campus had a winding path that led to the main road of the city, lined with trees and not *too* busy. I grabbed my phone, threw on a sundress and sandals, and made my way out of the dorms. Within the first couple minutes of walking I passed a group of students hiding out on the path to smoke; I almost lost my nerve, but honestly the thrill of hearing their closeness was also turning me on, so I continued until I reached the end of the path.
I felt myself getting more nervous, and also more wet. The faster my heart raced, the more I could feel my pussy dripping along my thighs. Shaking, with short breath, I leaned my phone up against a tree and started filming. I slipped my floral dress slowly over my round ass, revealing my lack of underwear and the glistening at the tops of my thighs. I heard distant voices as I continued, catching my breasts with the fabric and feeling them bounce as I pulled my dress over my head. Finally, once I was fully exposed, I let my fingers slip easily past my hot, wet lips, getting onto my knees so my phone could capture everything.
My short gasps almost drowned out the sound of a gaggle of students walking towards me; I still don’t know how I managed to slip behind a tree fast enough to hide as they emerged around the last corner of the path. I hid until they passed, then hurriedly stepped out to grab the dress that had still been laying on the ground near their feet just seconds before. Sprinting back to my room, I could still feel the wetness sticking to my legs; minutes later, I was masturbating to a fantasy that one of those strangers had caught me and taken me right there on the path.
To this day, even the hint of exposure or the chance to be touched in an outdoor space like this turns me on. The fear of being caught, the scandal of meeting someone who might enjoy what they see…Just waiting for the day when it can happen again.