Thank you to those who read my first couple or works. Thanks for the follows, likes, comments, and creative criticism. I am by no means a writer.
I've had experiences, fantasies, and thoughts that I felt like sharing and I hope you enjoy the writings.
Some stories are real, some are not. You figure out which is which.
Enjoy.
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As I entered my 20's I dated a lot of young ladies, and my obsession with exhibitionism and voyeurism took a backseat. I mean, the idea was still in my mind, but my relationships weren't long enough to really bring my fantasies into reality. That is, until I met Francis.
Francis was a young lady who was around my age. She was a very petite brunette. Very cute with a nice body and 34B breasts. Her areola were very light and almost blended in with the rest of her breasts with very small nipples. She had a great personality and was always fun to be around.
At the time, I worked alone overnights and one night she came to visit me. We were going on a road trip as soon as I got off work, so she was going to wait for me to get off work, then we would leave for our trip. She was wearing a trench coat as I let her into the building. Once inside, she followed me to my work area and observed as I did my job. After about an hour, she told me that she was going to rest on the couch in the next room, and for me to come visit, when I got a chance.
After another hour I went to check on her. As I entered the room, what I saw gave me an instant hard-on! There was Francis, lying on the couch with her head propped up on the armrest. The lower part to her coat had opened slightly and her legs were visible, almost to what she wore below the coat. I noticed that the coat was open to around mid-thigh, but there was still no sign of the clothing she wore below.
As I stood there, she opened her eyes to see me staring at her exposed thighs.
"You like" came a whisper from her.
"Absolutely! Are you wearing anything under that coat?"
"Of course! What kind of girl do you think I am?" As she smiled seductively at me.
"Can I see?"
"Maybe?"