Birth of an Exhibitionist
Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2022 11:45 pm
Part 1
Amy had always wondered what it was like to streak. Of all her dirty fantasies, it was by far the biggest. She couldn’t begin to count how many nights she had sat up in bed late, debating back and forth like a game of tennis in her head if this was the night. Of course, the rational part of her brain always won. ‘No, of course, it’s not worth it. It’s risky. I could get caught!’ she would think to herself — but it didn’t stop her from fantasizing about it. It was only when she turned 18 that she was brave enough to try anything. She would wait until her parents were asleep and stand in the middle of the room, undressed, with her long dirty blond hair tied back into a ponytail. At first, the idea of being naked scared her, even if she stood in her room. She worried about what would happen if one of her parents were to suddenly walk in unexpectedly. How would she explain it? It never happened, but the idea alone sent chills up her spine, yet simultaneously, brought with it the thrill of being caught.
Amy started small, standing in just her underwear, and opening her bedroom door. She chose a thong to make it feel more revealing. The hallway from her bedroom was dimly lit, with only moonlight cascading across the carpet. With her parent's room being down the hall just after the bathroom, she crept to the far end, then waited by the window, her heart pounding as she listened for any movement, then would quietly get back to her room. The next night, she slipped off her bra, and made the same trek, covering her breasts with her hands. Each night she got more and more daring until the night came for her to streak across the hall completely naked. Even after working her way up to the idea, it felt insane. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer. In the rush of emotions, she had an idea — a daring idea. Fully dressed, Amy quietly opened her door and peered out into the hall. Of course, it was empty, but she always expected someone to be standing outside.
She moved across the hall and stood in front of her parent's door. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears. Amy peeled her shirt off and dropped it beside her. She tried holding in her breath to not make as much noise. Slowly, she pulled down her running shorts and stepped out of her leg holes. Then, she reached around back, and unhooked her bra, letting it fall as well. Amy put a hand to her heart. She was blushing, her body heating up. Amy quickly hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and yanked them down, kicking them away.
She was never a fan of her body. She always thought her breasts were too small, or her butt not big enough. Amy wasn’t sure what she wanted it to be, but it didn’t matter at that moment. She was standing butt naked in front of her parent's door. Her most intimate area was on full display, a patch of trimmed pubic hair covered her pink lips. Her legs were trembling, her arms shaking. She felt like she was going to pass out from a heart attack. The sensation of being caught, being seen completely nude, her parents seeing her in such an exposed state. Her hand slowly glided down between her legs. Strands of juice clung to her fingers as she pulled them back.
Amy gulped, brought two fingers to her entrance, and slowly rubbed circles around it. She held her breath as a soft moan escaped her lips. Her other hand moved up, and groped her breasts, squeezing them gently as her body tensed up. It felt so good. She didn’t want the feeling to end. Her fingers slipped in, and her mouth gaped open. “Oh, shit~” she mouthed. It was heaven, standing here nude. She could feel the air against her cold skin, her body shaking in anticipation. Amy didn’t know how long she’d be able to hold back the wave of relief, but she sure tried. The slicking between her legs was getting louder the faster she fingered herself. She had to force herself to slow down, but that only made her more desperate.
What if they opened the door right now? What if they saw her like this? What would she do? How would she explain herself? Sweat ran down her forehead, rolling across her skin, around her breasts, down her armpits, and between her legs. She was heating up. Amy slipped a third finger in, and that was it. Her knees buckled, and she reached out, slamming her hand into the door frame as she orgasmed. Spurts of juice ran down her legs, despite her efforts to cup her vagina to keep the mess at a minimum. She slapped her hand over her mouth to hold in her moans, shutting her eyes as the wave of pleasure rode up her body like a shot of adrenaline. Her head pounded, she could barely stand.
The bed on the other side of the door shifted. Amy’s senses snapped back into action, and she scooped up her clothes, making a quiet run back to her room before closing her door just enough to leave a gap so no noise would be made. She tossed her clothes into the hamper hanging from her closet door and quickly dove back into bed. Her parent's door opened down the hall, followed by footsteps. She stared at her door intensely, barely able to break her line of sight with it. The footsteps grew closer, a bright light beamed through the gap in her door — then the bathroom door shut, and the light vanished. Amy sighed in relief, leaning her head back against her pillow. Under the covers, she was still tracing circles around her wet lips, swirling her juices as she slowly calmed down. It was invigorating, an absolute rush. She wanted to do it again. She wanted to feel the pressure, the sense of fear, the thrill of being completely naked. Amy had an unbreakable smile, one that followed her as she drifted off to sleep that night, unaware of the dark stain she had left on the carpet outside her parent’s bedroom door.
Amy had always wondered what it was like to streak. Of all her dirty fantasies, it was by far the biggest. She couldn’t begin to count how many nights she had sat up in bed late, debating back and forth like a game of tennis in her head if this was the night. Of course, the rational part of her brain always won. ‘No, of course, it’s not worth it. It’s risky. I could get caught!’ she would think to herself — but it didn’t stop her from fantasizing about it. It was only when she turned 18 that she was brave enough to try anything. She would wait until her parents were asleep and stand in the middle of the room, undressed, with her long dirty blond hair tied back into a ponytail. At first, the idea of being naked scared her, even if she stood in her room. She worried about what would happen if one of her parents were to suddenly walk in unexpectedly. How would she explain it? It never happened, but the idea alone sent chills up her spine, yet simultaneously, brought with it the thrill of being caught.
Amy started small, standing in just her underwear, and opening her bedroom door. She chose a thong to make it feel more revealing. The hallway from her bedroom was dimly lit, with only moonlight cascading across the carpet. With her parent's room being down the hall just after the bathroom, she crept to the far end, then waited by the window, her heart pounding as she listened for any movement, then would quietly get back to her room. The next night, she slipped off her bra, and made the same trek, covering her breasts with her hands. Each night she got more and more daring until the night came for her to streak across the hall completely naked. Even after working her way up to the idea, it felt insane. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer. In the rush of emotions, she had an idea — a daring idea. Fully dressed, Amy quietly opened her door and peered out into the hall. Of course, it was empty, but she always expected someone to be standing outside.
She moved across the hall and stood in front of her parent's door. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears. Amy peeled her shirt off and dropped it beside her. She tried holding in her breath to not make as much noise. Slowly, she pulled down her running shorts and stepped out of her leg holes. Then, she reached around back, and unhooked her bra, letting it fall as well. Amy put a hand to her heart. She was blushing, her body heating up. Amy quickly hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and yanked them down, kicking them away.
She was never a fan of her body. She always thought her breasts were too small, or her butt not big enough. Amy wasn’t sure what she wanted it to be, but it didn’t matter at that moment. She was standing butt naked in front of her parent's door. Her most intimate area was on full display, a patch of trimmed pubic hair covered her pink lips. Her legs were trembling, her arms shaking. She felt like she was going to pass out from a heart attack. The sensation of being caught, being seen completely nude, her parents seeing her in such an exposed state. Her hand slowly glided down between her legs. Strands of juice clung to her fingers as she pulled them back.
Amy gulped, brought two fingers to her entrance, and slowly rubbed circles around it. She held her breath as a soft moan escaped her lips. Her other hand moved up, and groped her breasts, squeezing them gently as her body tensed up. It felt so good. She didn’t want the feeling to end. Her fingers slipped in, and her mouth gaped open. “Oh, shit~” she mouthed. It was heaven, standing here nude. She could feel the air against her cold skin, her body shaking in anticipation. Amy didn’t know how long she’d be able to hold back the wave of relief, but she sure tried. The slicking between her legs was getting louder the faster she fingered herself. She had to force herself to slow down, but that only made her more desperate.
What if they opened the door right now? What if they saw her like this? What would she do? How would she explain herself? Sweat ran down her forehead, rolling across her skin, around her breasts, down her armpits, and between her legs. She was heating up. Amy slipped a third finger in, and that was it. Her knees buckled, and she reached out, slamming her hand into the door frame as she orgasmed. Spurts of juice ran down her legs, despite her efforts to cup her vagina to keep the mess at a minimum. She slapped her hand over her mouth to hold in her moans, shutting her eyes as the wave of pleasure rode up her body like a shot of adrenaline. Her head pounded, she could barely stand.
The bed on the other side of the door shifted. Amy’s senses snapped back into action, and she scooped up her clothes, making a quiet run back to her room before closing her door just enough to leave a gap so no noise would be made. She tossed her clothes into the hamper hanging from her closet door and quickly dove back into bed. Her parent's door opened down the hall, followed by footsteps. She stared at her door intensely, barely able to break her line of sight with it. The footsteps grew closer, a bright light beamed through the gap in her door — then the bathroom door shut, and the light vanished. Amy sighed in relief, leaning her head back against her pillow. Under the covers, she was still tracing circles around her wet lips, swirling her juices as she slowly calmed down. It was invigorating, an absolute rush. She wanted to do it again. She wanted to feel the pressure, the sense of fear, the thrill of being completely naked. Amy had an unbreakable smile, one that followed her as she drifted off to sleep that night, unaware of the dark stain she had left on the carpet outside her parent’s bedroom door.