My name is Mindy Sparks and I'm no stranger to exhibitionism. I'm a twenty-year-old college student and I began exposing myself in public when I was a high school senior. Experts proclaim that exhibitionists will eventually feel comfortable showing off their body to total strangers. In addition, experts maintain that exhibitionists will reach a point where they no longer experience the nervous embarrassment associated with public nudity. I am yet to reach that point!
A certain comfort level does exist for me when I initiate the flashing and I have a handle on the situation. When I'm in control, I'm not necessarily nervous or embarrassed. In fact, I actually feel a rush of excitement. Conversely, if my public exposure is due to an accident or at the hands of someone else, I endure sensations of frustration and humiliation. Those sensations make me feel as if it's the first time I'd ever bared my body to strangers.
Feelings of degradation were never so prevalent as they were when my Behavioral Studies teacher blackmailed me into becoming her personal sex slave. Miss Compton forced me to expose myself in public because she found out that I slept with my college professor to earn a high grade in Calculus. My Behavioral Studies teacher was compiling data for a research paper she was writing on people's reactions to random public nudity and I became the primary focus of her study.
It was the last day of the semester and according to our agreement, Miss Compton's reign as my master was supposed to end at midnight. Although being forced to show my tits, ass and pussy in public all semester was a distraction, I actually made straight A's for the term. It was probably due to the fact that studying took my mind off Miss Compton's wicked ways. Miss Compton offered to take me out and celebrate, so we opted for a popular nightspot.
Miss Compton and I went to a country bar that featured live music and a mechanical bull. We were dressed in short denim skirts, cotton blouses and little cowboy boots. We also wore bras and panties. Miss Compton had on a colorful plaid shirt while mine was plain white. I tied the bottom of my shirt just below my bra, leaving my flat tummy and bellybutton exposed.
My short blue jean skirt rode so low on my hips that it almost allowed the top of my butt crack to show. There was also the chance that a little bit of my auburn pussy hair was going to peek out in front. Since the current styles are moving away from such low-cut items, I wanted to get as much use out of the skirt as I could, so I wore it despite the fact that Miss Compton is always intent on exposing me in public.
Because of my history with this woman, I felt very uneasy throughout dinner. I was afraid my teacher would command me to perform one last act of exhibitionism. Dining with Miss Compton made me especially nervous because some of my friends hung out at this bar. However, the meal went off without a hitch and we were soon drinking and soaking up the atmosphere.
Miss Compton said that she hated for the semester to end because she enjoyed having me around as her personal sex slave. In view of the fact that having me as a slave brought her so much pleasure, I began to wonder if there was any reason for Miss Compton to cease her control over me as my master at midnight. I concluded that it would take more than Miss Compton's word of honor to convince me that the sex slave arrangement would be terminated. I needed a plan to break free of my ties with Miss Compton forever.
As I sat there contemplating a plan of action, some of Miss Compton's former students urged her to ride the mechanical bull. After a drink or two, she decided to submit to her students' whims. When she climbed up onto the bull in that short denim skirt, the guys caught a glimpse of Miss Compton's panties. It got the crowd excited and they started cheering when the bull began to buck and turn around.
Miss Compton enjoyed the attention she was getting from the collection of horny boys. She was so busy showing off that she probably didn't even realize how much her big boobs were bouncing around under the flimsy bra she was wearing. The act of being pushed forward and then thrown backwards caused Miss Compton's breasts to heave up and down. Her tantalizing titties bounced so much that a button on her shirt popped open.
The crowd got worked up into a frenzy when the spinning motion of the mechanical bull made Miss Compton's big melons sway from side to side. The new direction caused a second button on her shirt to come undone. The bucking bull actually made three buttons pop open on Miss Compton's tight shirt, revealing most of her skimpy see-through bra to the cluster of onlookers.
The operator of the bull began increasing the speed on the controller. He obviously wanted to see if he could get Miss Compton's shirt to open up any further. Then again, since she only had a couple of buttons left on her shirt that were still fastened, he might have been trying to see if he could get Miss Compton's bra to come apart.
The guys were wild with anticipation because it appeared that Miss Compton's breasts were going to spill out of her delicate bra at any second. Unfortunately, the fast motion of the mechanical bull was too much for Miss Compton to handle and she was thrown off before anything else could come undone. When she hit the mat, she landed on her back with her legs in the air.
Miss Compton's awkward fall caused her short skirt to escalate all the way up to her waist, completely divulging her scanty panties to the crowd. It was apparent that Miss Compton consumed a little too much alcohol throughout the evening because she just laid there laughing instead of scrambling to pull her skirt down. After treating her students to an extensive look at her lacy see-through undies, she stood up and slowly repositioned her skirt. However, she never bothered to button her shirt and her bra was still hanging out for everyone to see.
When Miss Compton returned to our table, she put her arms around me and said, "That was fun. You should try it."
I said, "No thanks. In the super short skirt I'm wearing, I'm afraid I'd really show off my panties."
Miss Compton said, "Well I'd like to see 'em. I love looking at your cute little body."
I laughed and said, "You're drunk! Just sit down for a while."
Miss Compton sat down next to me, but she put her hand on my thigh. She kept trying to slide her hand under my skirt, but I pushed it away. Miss Compton's risqué performance on the bull got a lot of attention and many of the guys in the bar still had their eyes on her. This ultimately meant that they had their eyes on me, too. Miss Compton is very attractive for a thirty-five year old woman, so she deserved the attention. However, I still pushed her hand away because I didn't want every guy in the bar to find out that I enjoy the touch of another woman.
Unfortunately, I guess I was also getting a little drunk myself because I was beginning to enjoy having Miss Compton caress my bare leg and it was becoming very difficult for me to resist her. Miss Compton smiled at me, so I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, which gave me an idea. If I was able to make love to Miss Compton, she would be as guilty as my Calculus Professor and then she would no longer be able to hold that incident over my head. Besides, in all of the while that I've known Miss Compton, this was the first time that I'd ever had feelings for her, so I decided to act on those feelings.
Just as I was about to suggest to Miss Compton that we should leave the bar and go somewhere a little more intimate, some of her students came up and asked her if she was going to enter the contest. We remembered seeing a sign upon entering the bar that read, "Bikini Oil Wrestling Tonight," but we didn't pay much attention to it. The guys were so excited about seeing Miss Compton's bra and panties when she rode the mechanical bull that they begged her to enter the contest.
Miss Compton was obviously in a drunken state because it took very little coaxing to talk her into participating in the event. She challenged me to a match, but I brought to everyone's attention that neither of us had a bikini. One of the guys talked to the bartender and he came over to tell us that most of the girls just wrestle in their underwear.
I was nervous about appearing center stage in my favorite bar wearing only my bra and panties, so I asked what the contest entailed. The bartender said that a large baby pool would be inflated and filled with an oil and water mixture. The object was to dunk your opponent in the liquid three times and the winner gets fifty dollars. I didn't want to enter the contest, but Miss Compton reminded me that I was still under her control until midnight, so I reluctantly agreed to compete.
After a few more drinks, the employees finished filling the pool and the competition was about to begin. Miss Compton and I went into a changing room where other contestants were getting ready for their bouts. As I looked around at the roomful of naked young girls, I noticed that they were all putting on bikini swimming suits. I began to wonder if the bartender was telling the truth about having Miss Compton and I wrestle in our bra and panties because all of the other girls had a bikini to wear.
Miss Compton didn't seem to mind because she quickly pulled off her cowboy boots. Next, she stood up in her bare feet, unzipped her short skirt and let it drop to the floor. Lastly, my teacher unfastened the few remaining buttons and removed her shirt. She was now ready to do battle. Miss Compton looked stunning in her see-through underwear. She didn't look the least bit nervous, even though it was easy to see her round rosy nipples and dark hairy triangle right through her sheer bra and panties.
I followed Miss Compton's lead and removed my clothes, too. I wished that I hadn't worn such skimpy underwear, but my skirt was so low-cut that I was forced to wear a tiny pair of underpants. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I began to fear that I might lose my underwear during the bout. The thought horrified me because I didn't want to be left standing in the middle of a crowded bar completely naked. Even with my underwear on, I still felt self-conscious because although my bra and panties were not as lucent as Miss Compton's were, the shadow of my nipples and pussy hair were still visible under the thin white fabric.
As we waited, two girls came into the room and they were holding the tops of their bikinis. Apparently, they'd torn each other's bikini tops off during their battle. This really made me fretful because there was a big crowd on hand.
