Shark Attack
I think my Boo-Boo Bear has established my bona fide's as an exhibitionist. Personally I believe I inherited this harmless fetish from my mother who took any and every opportunity to use her over exposure to seduce my husband. I know exactly how much flesh I can expose regardless of the outfit I've chosen. Important to note that these are by and large flashes or just showing a ton of skin while remaining publicly acceptable.
I spend my days inside at work while he used to spent his outdoors. I love the outdoors while he prefers the A/C or furnace depending upon the weather. I inherited my daddy's green thumb, and gardening is not a chore but rather a hobby. Until we moved into our starter home however I had not considered the new vistas which yard work would provide for my exhibitionism.
Bikini tops, cut-offs, tee shirts cut off several inches below my breasts, spending way too long to remain in certain positions when emptying the grass clippings bag, or how I loved my body covered in perspiration. I mowed on Saturdays, and after a time it seemed every male in the neighborhood was either doing the same thing, or washing their cars, or any other thing that put them in a position to watch the large breasted young chick who'd moved into the neighborhood.
I am in a tiny way embarrassed to admit that I discovered if I dropped the push bar on the mower down just a bit and let it vibrate against my pubic area the result was arousal.
Howwee knew, and loved it because after all he reaped pleasure from my whirlwind.
This was eons before what took place was referred to as sharking. It was Howwee's brain c***d, and he took care of the arrangements which turned out to be more daunting than anticipated by either of us.
Really, how do ask a stranger to run into someone's backyard, pull a woman's top down and then run away without thinking it's a setup of sorts. We had decided one male would be ideal, but ended up with two. They were also older than what we preferred. Howwee was starting to think that it wasn't going to happen when he pulled into a grocery store parking lot late at night, and found a dozen or so cars in one corner of the lot with twice that many high school k**s hanging out.
He was having little success their either until he offered them twenty bucks, and showed them a picture of their victim. Two takers and they'd only agree if both of them did it as a team. Seniors in high school. A little weird because I was only a few years older than they were. I wanted a thirteen year old boy to strip and humiliate me.
My husband went over the plan. Where they'd park their car, how to get to our backyard without being seen, and suggested they wear a mask. A red towel meant a no go while a white towel meant they were good to go. Our backyard had a privacy fence which they would scale once I had moved to the front, and return the same way after leaving me bare breasted. Howwee left the house so the neighbors thought I was home alone. He parked near the boys and watched from our backyard.
I wore a tube top, and matching shorts. No panties. It was miserable out with the temperature in the mid-ninties. By the time I was done in the backyard I was soaked. All over. Not climaxing was also a problem I'd been fighting.
There were eleven men with a view of our front yard. Four of them just standing in a garage drinking beer not making any attempt to disguise why they were there. I was the entertainment. They loved watching me. They wanted me. They wanted to strip me, and take me like a doggy on the grass. They'd spank me. They'd cover my body in their nasty juices. Fill my unfaithful pussy. I was dying and so close to an orgasm that if I'd let the hand bar touch my swollen little pleasure nub for even a few seconds I'd have screamed.
Such sweet torture. I didn't know when I'd be stripped. Two words kept pounding away in my brain. Hurry up! I was more than half done heading back towards the street in full view of the neighbors when they finally struck. They pulled down so hard that I almost fell, and my top ended up a few inches over my shorts. I heard them laughing mixed with hoots at their success.
Fuck. Holy fuck. Shit. Fuck me. Jesus Christ.
I couldn't look at anyone's face, but those were some of the exclamations I heard uttered.
The very first thing a good person would have done would have been to turn away, and immediately pulled her top up. But I was a slut. I commenced pulling my top back up while facing my audience and it took longer than expected to accomplish that chore given the tangle of top and bottom.
They could see the white patches of my breasts that had not been exposed to the sun. My nipples should not have been hard given the heat. I wanted so much to jam a hand down my tiny, tight shorts and get myself off.
Look at me! Look at me! Lord it was by far the hottest thing I'd ever done. At that young age anyway. The plan had been for me to finish mowing after fixing myself, but there was simply no way I could go that long without some relief. I hurried towards the house as some of the audience applauded.
Stripped, and naked on our bed I had already cum once before Howwee got to the bedroom. I ****d him, and kept right on r****g him until he just couldn't perform any longer. I thanked him over and over again for arranging my exposure.
Some weeks later after an evening out I found myself naked, and bound to our bed with a blindfold on. Howwee was playing with my breasts, and kissing me when I felt another person climb onto our bed. With my husband egging this person on I was mounted. He didn't last long, but I came from the excitement alone.
Howwee told the guy that I'd clean his cock which I did with relish, and he got hard again. He abused my breasts, and left hickeys on both of them. His language turned coarse which just added to the thrill. He lasted much longer and I got off once more before cleaning him again after which he left.
My husband had no intention of telling me just who had been between my legs. Not knowing was killing me and everytime some male looked at me funny I wondered if he'd been the one.
You've probably guessed by now, but yes it was one of my attackers. It got me so hot, but when I begged for a repeat Howwee told me it was a one time deal...at least with this particular young stud.
Just another reason why I love my husband.
I spend my days inside at work while he used to spent his outdoors. I love the outdoors while he prefers the A/C or furnace depending upon the weather. I inherited my daddy's green thumb, and gardening is not a chore but rather a hobby. Until we moved into our starter home however I had not considered the new vistas which yard work would provide for my exhibitionism.
Bikini tops, cut-offs, tee shirts cut off several inches below my breasts, spending way too long to remain in certain positions when emptying the grass clippings bag, or how I loved my body covered in perspiration. I mowed on Saturdays, and after a time it seemed every male in the neighborhood was either doing the same thing, or washing their cars, or any other thing that put them in a position to watch the large breasted young chick who'd moved into the neighborhood.
I am in a tiny way embarrassed to admit that I discovered if I dropped the push bar on the mower down just a bit and let it vibrate against my pubic area the result was arousal.
Howwee knew, and loved it because after all he reaped pleasure from my whirlwind.
This was eons before what took place was referred to as sharking. It was Howwee's brain c***d, and he took care of the arrangements which turned out to be more daunting than anticipated by either of us.
Really, how do ask a stranger to run into someone's backyard, pull a woman's top down and then run away without thinking it's a setup of sorts. We had decided one male would be ideal, but ended up with two. They were also older than what we preferred. Howwee was starting to think that it wasn't going to happen when he pulled into a grocery store parking lot late at night, and found a dozen or so cars in one corner of the lot with twice that many high school k**s hanging out.
He was having little success their either until he offered them twenty bucks, and showed them a picture of their victim. Two takers and they'd only agree if both of them did it as a team. Seniors in high school. A little weird because I was only a few years older than they were. I wanted a thirteen year old boy to strip and humiliate me.
My husband went over the plan. Where they'd park their car, how to get to our backyard without being seen, and suggested they wear a mask. A red towel meant a no go while a white towel meant they were good to go. Our backyard had a privacy fence which they would scale once I had moved to the front, and return the same way after leaving me bare breasted. Howwee left the house so the neighbors thought I was home alone. He parked near the boys and watched from our backyard.
I wore a tube top, and matching shorts. No panties. It was miserable out with the temperature in the mid-ninties. By the time I was done in the backyard I was soaked. All over. Not climaxing was also a problem I'd been fighting.
There were eleven men with a view of our front yard. Four of them just standing in a garage drinking beer not making any attempt to disguise why they were there. I was the entertainment. They loved watching me. They wanted me. They wanted to strip me, and take me like a doggy on the grass. They'd spank me. They'd cover my body in their nasty juices. Fill my unfaithful pussy. I was dying and so close to an orgasm that if I'd let the hand bar touch my swollen little pleasure nub for even a few seconds I'd have screamed.
Such sweet torture. I didn't know when I'd be stripped. Two words kept pounding away in my brain. Hurry up! I was more than half done heading back towards the street in full view of the neighbors when they finally struck. They pulled down so hard that I almost fell, and my top ended up a few inches over my shorts. I heard them laughing mixed with hoots at their success.
Fuck. Holy fuck. Shit. Fuck me. Jesus Christ.
I couldn't look at anyone's face, but those were some of the exclamations I heard uttered.
The very first thing a good person would have done would have been to turn away, and immediately pulled her top up. But I was a slut. I commenced pulling my top back up while facing my audience and it took longer than expected to accomplish that chore given the tangle of top and bottom.
They could see the white patches of my breasts that had not been exposed to the sun. My nipples should not have been hard given the heat. I wanted so much to jam a hand down my tiny, tight shorts and get myself off.
Look at me! Look at me! Lord it was by far the hottest thing I'd ever done. At that young age anyway. The plan had been for me to finish mowing after fixing myself, but there was simply no way I could go that long without some relief. I hurried towards the house as some of the audience applauded.
Stripped, and naked on our bed I had already cum once before Howwee got to the bedroom. I ****d him, and kept right on r****g him until he just couldn't perform any longer. I thanked him over and over again for arranging my exposure.
Some weeks later after an evening out I found myself naked, and bound to our bed with a blindfold on. Howwee was playing with my breasts, and kissing me when I felt another person climb onto our bed. With my husband egging this person on I was mounted. He didn't last long, but I came from the excitement alone.
Howwee told the guy that I'd clean his cock which I did with relish, and he got hard again. He abused my breasts, and left hickeys on both of them. His language turned coarse which just added to the thrill. He lasted much longer and I got off once more before cleaning him again after which he left.
My husband had no intention of telling me just who had been between my legs. Not knowing was killing me and everytime some male looked at me funny I wondered if he'd been the one.
You've probably guessed by now, but yes it was one of my attackers. It got me so hot, but when I begged for a repeat Howwee told me it was a one time deal...at least with this particular young stud.
Just another reason why I love my husband.
10 years ago