Exposed Ch. 03

Despite my new found penchant for wanting to be told to strip outdoors as well as my post orgasmic commitment to change my lingerie wardrobe, not much happened the remainder of that summer.

I was getting ready to start college and my boyfriend was working full time and lived on the other side of town without having his own car.

Circumstances just weren't in our favor to expand on our first experiment in outdoor exhibitionism.

Although it certainly became my favorite memory for masturbating.

However, since many of you readers enjoy a little more provocative tale, let me share with you another experience that definitely influenced my sexual future.

When I did see my boyfriend our usual routine was to see a movie, followed by a visit to a local hangout for fries, and then some passionate kissing in the front seat of his parents car, before I reluctantly said "Good night" and walked up the sidewalk to the front door of my house.

On one of these nights, we arrived at my house earlier than usual and began our necking routine.

As we had more time than we normally did, the kissing became quite intense with my boyfriend moving his entire body up against mine.

I could feel his erection pressing against my lower abdomen.

As we continued to kiss he started to grind himself against me allowing me to feel his entire shaft and swollen head rubbing up and down on my stomach.

I moved myself forward so his grinding motion would begin against my pubic bone and then work its way up towards my belly button.

Although he wasn't pressing directly against my very swollen and moist lips, it still felt extremely arousing to have him grinding up and down the front of me.

As our body motions began to sync so that I was moving my lower torso down as he was moving his erection up, his grip on me became vise like and I felt the first spasm of his soon to soak orgasm against my stomach.

I honestly didn't know exactly what was happening. Neither one of us was very experienced in sexual matters.

But it felt good as one spasm after another radiated against my stomach.

I pushed against him as hard as I could to feel every little convulsion as his hot exhalations of breath caressed my neck.

Something really sexy was happening and I wanted to know exactly what.

When he was finally done, he moved back away from me and I couldn't help but to look down at his lap.

The front of his pants had an enormous wet stain that covered him from waist to crotch and almost to both front pockets.

OMG, I had no idea the amount of fluid that could be exuded from an erect penis.

I was astounded.

He was so embarrassed by his large wet spot and asked if he could come inside to wash the front of his pants off.

I said "Sure." not wanting to admit how turned on I was by it all.

It is funny to remember how nonchalant and experienced I acted when in reality I had no idea as to what exactly had happened other than an enormous amount of liquid had exploded out of his penis.

Except for the distinct and earthy odor of his semen, I would have thought that he had accidentally peed.

I kept thin thinking that I had caused this incredible liquid eruption. I felt so sexy and grown up.

As we walked to my house, he untucked his shirt to hide the stain.

Thankfully my parents weren't home so he could easily slip into the bathroom to clean himself off.

Two of my sisters were in the living room at the time, so I sat down with them. I told them that my boyfriend had to use the bathroom before he drove across town to his home.

They may have suspected something, but it certainly wasn't something that any of us would talk about.

When my boyfriend came out of the bathroom, he looked fine with his untucked shirt hiding the now large water mark on the front of his pants.

I kissed him at the door and he headed home.

That night I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened and became quite determined to somehow see his erection along with an ejaculation.

As I said before we were both very naive and raised in very sexually conservative environments, so this wasn't a matter of simply unzipping his pants.

I had to plan my moves so as not to give any false signals, but at the same time to sate my overwhelming curiosity.

For now my exhibitionist desires had been put on hold.

Summer soon turned into Fall and any opportunities for erection exploration were indefinitely put on hold.

I was doing miserably in an all girl's college and my boyfriend was still living at home and commuting to college each day.

He now had his own car, but still lived on the other side of the city.

We only saw each other about once a month, although like most teens, we talked on the phone almost every day.

Then another momentous change took place.

After my first semester in college, I knew that I was not cut out for higher learning and dropped out despite my parents encouragement to give it another semester.

I found a job as a dental assistant; a short bus ride from my home.

Being finally free of school as well as earning a living matured me in so many ways. I felt that I had finally grown into full womanhood and despite my parents insistence that I still live at home, I was an adult.

At the same time, my boyfriend moved out of his house to share an apartment with a brother and a mutual friend just off campus.

He was now no more than 12 minutes from my front door.

Now every weekend we could see each other as we attended numerous college parties and get togethers, often finding ourselves at his apartment albeit for only a short time afterwards.

And usually at least one of his roommates was home.

When they weren't however things were quite a bit different.

We would often sit on the floor, as there was no money for furniture other than a couple of kitchen chairs and a table, listening to music and making out.

The threat of having either of his roommates walk in on us at any time kept us pretty safe, however there was no doubt that we both had some primary goals or should I say desires impelling us forward.

I wanted to see his erection, and surprise, surprise, he wanted to see me in my undies.

We would always start to make out and sooner or later would find ourselves kissing each other's bare stomachs as both of us would pull the other one's shirt up.

I would use this opportunity to pull his pants away from his body so as I kissed his lower abdomen, I could look down the gap created and see the swollen head of his erection pushing against his tidy whities.

So why didn't I just unzip his pants and pull it out?

Remember that this was all new to me and for now all I wanted was a peak.

When it was his turn he would create the same gap to catch a glimpse of my usually white hipster panties.

As the winter began to turn to spring our hands began to explore a bit more. What do they say "familiarity" breeds? Well in this case it bred much longer look sees and explorations.

Now I was sliding my hand inside of his pants wrapping my fingers around his throbbance exploring its length and shape.

I loved how warm and smooth his skin was and knew that it was just a matter of time before I would have the courage to unwrap it completely from its cloth enclosure.

His hands also went on explorations as he slid them inside my often too tight pants requiring a button to be unbuttoned and a zipper to be pulled.

I loved how it felt to be undressed knowing that at any time my exposure might be discovered by an unintentional audience.

It was right about this time that I began to fulfill a promise that I had made to myself almost 10 months prior.

I'm not sure whether this drug store even exists anymore. It was one of those neighborhood drug stores that carried everything. I mean everything.

At the time it was known as a five and dime as opposed to a drug store.

My dental assistant job was virtually across the street from this store, so it was quite simple to walk over during my lunch hour and peruse their selection of novelty panties.

I had been in the store many, many times over the previous years and always found myself looking at the colorful bikini style panties with various appliqués or stitching on them.

I always wondered who would wear such sexy styles as the person who wore them must certainly want them to be seen.

Now here I was, that person, going through the folded piles of panties concealing my own secret desire to be seen wearing them.

On this particular occasion the knot in my stomach was the size of a grapefruit. Sure I had shopped for panties before, but I was always accompanied by a sister or my mother.

My eye always focused on the brightly colored fabrics and teeny, tiny styles. However when a member of your own family is standing right by your side, it greatly inhibits a person choice of underwear: at least it did me.

This time I was by myself, was a working woman, and had found a long hidden desire to show off.

I wasn't just buying underwear; I was fulfilling a penchant for exhibitionism. I was picking out a scanty, barely concealing, wispy piece of material to be seen in.

I was satisfying my need to be sexy and scandalous.

As I picked through the numerous panties in all colors, some with cute little animal or insect appliqués, I suddenly found the perfect set. They were nylon bikini style panties in seven different colors each with a day of the week embroidered on them.

Sunday was white with pink stitching.

Monday was pink with red stitching.

Tuesday was light green with yellow stitching.

Wednesday was light blue with blue stitching.

Thursday was yellow with green stitching.

Friday was red with black stitching.

And Saturday was black with red stitching.

I believe that all seven sold for less than $10 and none of them had a lining. They were 100% nylon.

My entire body reacted to the thought of wearing such sexy and fun undies. After all why would they put writing on each front if they weren't meant to be seen.

I felt embarrassed as I took them to the front counter to pay for them. The older sales woman knew me from all of the previous times that I had been in the store, only this time I was buying panties in all colors with the days of the week embroidered on each one.

I had become the type of person who would wear panties with words stitched on them.

She looked over my purchase saying, "These are really cute." making me feel more grownup than I really was.

I couldn't wait to get home to try them on. Waiting for the bus home at the end of my day was agonizing. Once it arrived and I got on, I kept wondering what any of the other passengers would think if they knew what I had in my shopping bag.

I am sure that most of you reading this would think what is the big deal. But to me buying bikini panties in assorted colors with the days of the week embroidered on them felt absolutely scandalous.

Once I arrived home I quickly locked myself in the bathroom and slipped out of my dental uniform and white cotton panties.

Slipping on the first pair of thin nylon was like the first time I ever masturbated.

My entire body came alive as I pulled the nylon material into place. It hugged every little curve and mound showing off my 19 year old body almost as if I were naked.

My trimmed pubis pushed against the fabric revealing the course hair hidden underneath.

I turned around to see my firm little cheeks tightly encased in the nylon fabric as it stretched suggestively between them.

I had rarely worn nylon panties before(only the few times that I stole a pair from my older sister's drawer) and was a bit overwhelmed and completely aroused at how they looked on me.

I couldn't help but to try on every color loving how they felt on my skin.

Most of all, I couldn't wait to wear them on my next date.

My first desire had now been fulfilled; I had sexy undies.

Summer had finally arrived and I was no closer to seeing an erection, but I had an idea.

The five and dime not only carried a selection of women's undies, but they also had some very sexy men's styles as well.

Now as I am sure you know, most women never try to force things or do whatever it might take to get there way. Yah, right!

It had occurred to me that a small bikini style of brief for my boyfriend might result in the head of his swollen penis sticking out from under the fabric giving me a very nice look at least a portion of his erection.

According to the photo on the package, they fit low on the hips and well below the navel. they seemed perfect for what I had in mind.

Keep in mind that I had spend most of my life to this point attending all girl institutions of learning. Despite any rumors to the contrary for the most part we knew very little about sex and had to improvise to educate ourselves.

At the same time we had to maintain the perception of being ladies and always adhering to proper decorum.

Despite one's strongest impulse a lady doesn't unzip a boyfriend's pants and yank out his throbbing erection so she can get a good look at it.

Things of this sort must be attended to in a very subtle and seemingly unintentional way.

My devised method was to provide my boyfriend with a very sexy present that should result in the glimpse of firm flesh that I was seeking.

I felt so very deliciously devious as I took the pair of bikini briefs to the cashier.

My days of girlhood where quickly coming to an end and I loved how it made me feel.

I took them home hiding them in my shoulder bag, and then wrapping them in a decorative bag with my bedroom door closed .

On friday I had a date with my boyfriend where I was resolved to give him two presents i.e. a good look at my friday panties and his own pair of bikini underwear.

The rest of the week couldn't go by fast enough.

Friday arrived and I put on my red bikini panties with Friday embroidered in black thread on the right front.

I had a matching red triangle bra without any padding or inner wires. The underwire styles of bras were to come a few years later in my life.

As I glanced in the mirror at myself, the knowledge that I intended to show my new bikini panties to my boyfriend brought a most delectable sensation to my lower erogenous zone.

My throat went dry and despite my arousal, I was extremely anxious regarding my intentions.

After all isn't this exactly the type of thing that a girl with loose morals would think about.

However at 19 years of age, that inner voice of consciousness was quickly silenced by a teenagers impulsiveness.

Too bad that this same carefree spirit didn't continue into motherhood, but then that is a topic that will be covered in later chapters.

I liked the new me and despite my ingrained reservations I was determined to let me be me.

Over my undies I put on a very short navy blue mini dress with a flower pattern and white lycra short shorts underneath.

Despite my growing independence, my mother still insisted on saying something about my choice of wardrobe, particularly prior to my dates.

As I came downstairs to wait for my boyfriend, she greeted me with, "Elizabeth, That dress is way too short. You will be showing off everything."

Now I have a fabulous mother, and being a mother now myself, I fully understand that she was simply trying to make sure that I always portrayed a proper image.

She had slowly accustomed herself to her daughters wearing mini skirts and short dresses, but still felt the need to comment when something seemed unusually short.

My response was to laugh as I pulled the hem of my dress up showing her my lycra short shorts.

"Mom, I'm wearing shorts underneath. No one is going to see anything." I lied.

She still thought the shorts were too tight, but at least my undies weren't on display.

I purposely didn't keep my dress up for long as the red outline of my bikini panties was clearly visible through the white shorts.

Just as I let my hem back down, my boyfriend pulled up to the curb in front of my house.

"Be back before 11:00 I yelled as I ran out the door."

The moment I climbed into the front seat I asked, "Do you like my dress?" My boyfriend's response was just as I hoped.

"It's really short."

"I know. But I have shorts shorts on underneath. See."

I pulled my dress up to show him my white lycra shorts.

His smile was my excuse to tease him.

"If I wasn't wearing the shorts, you could easily see my new undies." And with that said, I lifted my bottom up and off of the seat and pulled the white lycra shorts down my legs and over my feet.

My bright red "Friday" panties were now on full display.

I watched as my boyfriend's eyes glued themselves to my red covered crotch enjoying every second of his lecherous gaze.

"Look they even tell you what day it is." I continued pushing my hip forward so he could see the black embroidered letters.

The lump in his throat as well as his pants told me all I needed to know.

"I don't think that I will be needing these tonight." and I threw the white shorts into the back seat.

The entire trip to the movie theatre I watched my boyfriend continuously look at my bare thighs and barely visible red mound.

My lower lips were spasming giving me the feeling of teeny tiny orgasms.

When we got to the theatre, my boyfriend asked whether I was going to put my shorts back on.

"Then no one would know what day it is." I responded with a laugh.

I loved how nervous he was knowing that others in the theater might see my panties and at the same time excited to be with such a sexy girl.

When we sat down in the theater I pulled my dress up just high enough to show him the word "Friday" bringing another big smile to his lips.

Once the lights went down and the movie started I pulled my dress up to my waist revealing my red panties from crotch to hip.

I don't think that my boyfriend ever thought that his almost year ago request for me to remove my shorts by the lake would unleash such a desire to be so daringly sexy.

He loved to see me being so teasingly enticing, but at the same time I could tell that he was worried about the new edition of me.

As with most young men of his age, he wanted me to be the sexy, carefree girlfriend when we were not surrounded by other people; kind of his own private pin up.

However when it came to me being the daring one, it made him uncomfortable.

I on the other hand loved the new me. The feeling of being a confident, independent, working woman with a very sexy side was perfect.

I wanted to strut my stuff.

For the entire evening I didn't care whether my undies were showing or not. I just wanted to have fun.

I was not going to be one of those women who choose to wear a mini dress, but then spent the entire time making sure that my knees were tightly together.

I certainly didn't spread my knees apart giving "crotch shots" to everyone, but at the same time, I didn't spend the entire evening worrying about who might be looking up my dress.

I looked sexy, felt sexy, and wanted to act sexy.

After the movie we went to a diner style restaurant and sat in a booth. Just the act of sliding into the booth turned so many faces towards my opening legs that I had to laugh.

I loved the attention that my flash of bright red was attracting.

The nervous tingling flowing through my body was absolutely intoxicating. I was on this incredible high and never wanted to come down.

Alas, all good things must come to an end and it was time to go home. However I did have one final surprise for my boyfriend.

When we pulled in front of my house and he turned off the car, I reached into my shoulder bag and brought out a little decorative bag with a bow on it.

"This is for you." I cooed.

Opening it up his eyes went wide with embarrassed delight as he pulled out a royal blue bikini brief.