When I slept with my college professor to earn a high grade in Calculus, I never dreamed that my Behavioral Studies teacher, Miss Compton, would find out about it and blackmail me into becoming her personal sex slave. To avoid expulsion, I was mandated by Miss Compton to expose myself in public on her command. Miss Compton is using me to compile data for a research paper that she is writing on people's reactions to random public nudity and she never runs out of new ways to publicly humiliate me.
As the days passed, Miss Compton came up with several inventive methods of showing off my precious young body to unsuspecting strangers. I don't know what conclusions she was intending to reach from her study, but it was remarkable to discover that the men I flashed never forced themselves on me. They were just happy to be nearby when I bent over in a short skirt or accidentally lost the buttons on my blouse. For the most part, they usually weren't rude and rarely made any advances towards me.
However, I reacted quite differently when the tables were turned and I became the unsuspecting stranger. During the holiday break from school, Miss Compton convinced me to spend the long weekend at her house. With the semester nearing its end, I figured it was best to honor Miss Compton's requests until she gives me my grade in her Behavioral Studies class.
The night I arrived at her house, Miss Compton stated that she had a dead car battery and she scheduled a mechanic to stop by first thing in the morning. When the mechanic arrived, I rolled out of bed and slipped on my gray sweatpants and an old sweatshirt. My hair was a mess, but I didn't feel the need to impress the guy. After all, he was only there to fix the car.
I should have suspected that something underhanded was taking place when the mechanic turned out to be a gorgeous hunk of a man in his mid-twenties. He was tall with dark hair and bronze skin. The guy was wearing jeans and a tight T-shirt that showed off his rippling muscles. It was obvious that the mechanic spent more time in the gym than he did under the hood of a car. His face was much too pretty to be a mechanic, but I was blinded by lust and failed to make the connection.
For once, I was looking forward to Miss Compton finding a reason to expose my body to this good-looking guy, but it never happened. I was standing in the garage, in my old sweat suit, while Miss Compton looked like she'd spent hours preparing for the morning visitor. Miss Compton was wearing a short jean shirt and it was obvious that she was braless beneath her white sleeveless top. Her hair and makeup were perfect, so the guy wasn't paying any attention to me at all.
The mechanic filled the battery with a water/battery acid solution, and then he charged it up. I was disappointed when the big SUV finally started because the mechanic was going to leave, but then he spilled some battery acid down the front of his pants. He began complaining that it was burning his crotch.
Not knowing that the solution he spilled on his pants was really only water, I started to panic, but Miss Compton said, "Quick Mindy, take him inside and show him where the shower is."
I quickly ushered the hunk into the bathroom and he said, "I'd better take my clothes off."
He waited for a moment, expecting me to leave, but I was mesmerized by his flawless body.
He said, "Well, I can't wait any longer" and then he pulled the T-shirt over his head.
Wow, what a body this guy had! I was admiring his bulging biceps and brick wall abs as he unbuttoned and then unzipped his jeans. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them, leaving him standing there in just a pair of black bikini briefs. Under the stretchy briefs, the mechanic appeared to have a nice package and I couldn't wait to see it.
I said, "It looks like you have some acid on your underpants, too. You'd better take them off."
I should have realized that if there really were battery acid on his underwear, I wouldn't have had to tell him about it. He would have pulled them off immediately, but instead, he just stood there for a moment. The situation should have raised a red flag that this was all a set up connived by Miss Compton, but I was too busy enjoying the fact that for once I was the voyeur instead of the exhibitionist.
He asked, "Do you really think I need to take off my underwear?"
I replied, "Absolutely!"
He said, "But you're not leaving. Are you planning to watch?"
I blushed and said, "Maybe…I mean, I just want to make sure you're okay."
He chuckled and said, "Well then, here goes!"
The mechanic slipped off his underwear and remained standing in front of me completely naked. I just stood there admiring his long thick penis, and it wasn't even hard! My heart was racing and I felt like a teenaged girl witnessing a boy's naked body for the very first time.
