Those who have read TCFF Parts One and Two are already aware a fan of my story, Snap Shot shared with me a uniquely personal glimpse revealing how she became an avowed and thoroughly uninhibited exhibitionist. For those who are unfamiliar with Jenny Lynn's story, this young woman sent me an email, asking me to help her reveal her true confessions in a style that would be as exciting to the people reading about her exploits as it was for her to live them. To remain as true as possible to the secrets she confided, I have made as few editorial changes as possible while keeping her original narrative exactly as she related it to me. Every last, little bit of what occurred remains very much her story. As with CFF Part One and Part Two, readers will discover this next chapter does not follow the usual cliches and chain of events found in most fictional erotic stories. The reason why is because Jenny Lynn's story is true to life, and every bit of it actually happened exactly as you are reading it. In essence, you are there. I sincerely hope you will enjoy reading what this amazing young woman revealed to me as much as I enjoyed putting it out there for you.
M. Millswan
From the instant I left Mr. Taylor's house, I couldn't stop thinking about returning the following evening. Each time I found myself imagining what I hoped would happen, my level of anticipation would rage completely off the scale. In school the next day, it was almost impossible for me to pay any attention as the only thing on my mind was Mr. Taylor and how eager I was to be alone with him again. Always having had so many people tell me, 'Jenny Lynn, you have an amazingly vivid imagination,' while sitting in a class or eating lunch in the cafeteria, I would conjure up a vision of how masculine and manly Mr. Taylor would look when finally, he let me see him for the very first time.
Of course, I had felt him in vivid detail that Saturday morning when I slept over with Kaylee. All alone in the kitchen with Mr. Taylor and bent over in front of the refrigerator while pretending to be looking for the orange juice, my skimpy, little, babydoll nightie had conveniently risen well-up over my hips and revealed I wasn't wearing anything at all underneath. All the while, Mr. Taylor had been standing behind me and watching me closely. When I asked him if he could help me find the container, Mr. Taylor walked up, put his hands on my hips and pushed the bulge standing up in the front of his tennis shorts squarely into me from behind.
Perhaps whatever quirk of my personality makes me an exhibitionist also makes me visually oriented, as the idea of seeing Mr. Taylor standing up all stiff and hard was somehow more exciting than my fantasies of stroking him with my hand. Again and again as we played our little game together I felt mesmerized by the bulge I could see in the front of his pants. Tonight, this night, I fully intended to not only see him and to touch him but to feel him all the way up inside me. No matter what, tonight was going to be the night!
Standing outside Mr. Taylor's front door, my finger was trembling something awful when I pushed the doorbell. I had put an enormous amount of thought into what I would wear tonight and had chosen the very same light pink, button-down blouse I had worn during my exhibitionist adventure at the country club. This was the same type of blouse the young girls at the Catholic school wear, and to round out my innocent, school-girlish appearance, I also had on my shorty, red and blue plaid wrap around skirt with the Velcro closure I had sewn in to replace the zipper.
As I waited, I was so nervous, and my palms had gone cold and clammy. When no one came to the door, I was on the verge of pushing the button again when I heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Then came the click of the locks, and when I saw the door swing open, despite every scenario I had imagined, I wasn't prepared to see Mr. Taylor barefoot and dressed in a red silk robe.
The instant Mr. Taylor saw my face, his smile vanished. "Is everything okay, Jenny Lynn?"
For a moment I completely lost track of my thoughts. Yet recovering quickly, I stammered, "Yes, yes, I ... I ...I just ... I ...."
Stepping back, Mr. Taylor reached up and ran both his hands down the front of his robe. "I guess I surprised you coming to the door in only a robe. I apologize for greeting you dressed like this, but I had to work a bit late at the office, and when I got home, I thought I really needed to take a shower before you came over. Why don't you wait in the living room while I go change."
All pretenses and all our role playing aside, tonight, I was only too eager to get right down to business. "Do you think it would be okay if we just got started, Mr. Taylor?" Wringing my hands together nervously before me, I was a bit breathless after hurrying over. "There are still several of your machines I don't know how to use. If possible, I'd like you to show me the correct way to exercise on them, and then do some sets on the others to be certain I remember how to use them."
Pausing, when I swallowed my throat felt so very dry. "If possible, Mr. Taylor, I'd prefer not to run out of time like... you know ... like we did last night."
Standing outside Mr. Taylor's front door with my gym bag slung over my shoulder and looking up at him as he looked down at me, so many of the forbidden thrills we had shared came flashing back. Of course, ever since I had left his house yesterday evening, I had thought of virtually nothing else other than my fantasies about what I hoped would happen tonight. Yet as much as I was looking forward to being with him again, while walking over this evening, I found a strangely tentative emotion creeping up. Mr. Taylor and I had crossed so many thresholds, starting with that first deliciously naughty tease when I acted entirely unaware as I allowed him to peek down the open neckline of my nightie and see my breasts while Kaylee and Mrs. Taylor were there in the living room with us. Then, that morning of my sleepover with Kaylee when I walked into the kitchen wearing that very same nightie and found Mr. Taylor about to go play tennis.
Another of the memories we've created together that always serves to get my juices flowing happened a few weeks later when we were all alone down in his basement workout room. Mr. Taylor was standing only a few feet away when I stripped off my leotard. As long as I live, I will never forget the thrill of every single second as I undressed right there in front of him. Even more vivid in my mind are the mirrors all around on the walls of his basement workout room. While standing naked before Kaylee's dad, I could see reflections of myself from the front, the back and the side.
Somehow, even after I was no longer wearing anything at all, we had both managed to continue to play our little game. It was so much fun to pretend as though all I cared about was getting a good workout, while Mr. Taylor acted like it was entirely natural for him to be all alone with a friend of his daughter who just happened to not have on a single stitch of clothing.
