Look At Me 15

This was in my second year of college. After my first exhibitionistic experience, many events took place in the course of a few months that led to a real sexual incident.

I'll try to describe the events leading up to the final moment. To this day, this was one of the scariest and unexpected experiences in my short exhibitionistic life. There have of course been moments far more sexual than this, but this left a mark on me maybe because it was the first time.

Also to keep in mind, that this takes place in a majorly orthodox close-minded country. And in the case of this story, in an extremely remote and underdeveloped village.

I was nineteen.

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Coming back to college after such an eventful summer, my whole demeanor changed. Even though I was still that same nineteen-year-old shy and introverted girl; I felt much more confident in the way I walked and in the way I presented myself.

The thoughts of the summer kept repeating in my head constantly. As I walked through the college corridors, the looks of my classmates reminded me of the stranger's eyes on my naked body when I danced and squirmed in front of him.

Sitting in class, I would look around the room, and wonder what the reactions of the boys in my class would be if I stripped right there in the middle of the classroom. What would they do if I flashed my breasts at them? What would they do if I pulled my pants down and twerked for them? Would they slap my butt, or would want to kiss it? These thoughts consumed me. I looked around the room, and fantasied about each and every boy. I imagined how they would react seeing my naked body.

I imagined myself dancing naked on the teacher's table. And how the teacher, Mr. Karim, among others, would punish me for being so naughty.

Since morning till night, if I wasn't doing anything worth doing, my mind was in these caves, digging deeper and deeper. That single incident in the city of millions, changed my mind and awakened my body in a way that was most likely irreversible.

At night, when my girlfriends and I went to have our dinner, sometimes I would not wear my underwear and my tight soft cotton shorts would hug my butt, displaying the natural curves that I loved to flaunt.

The students from the hostels would stand in queues for the food that was served to us, and in days like that, I would make sure to stand at the end of my friends in the queue, hoping for a guy to stand behind me. Of course, he would not be able to make it out that I hadn't worn my underwear, nor would there be any touching of any sort, but just the thought that only a few layers of clothes and a few centimeters of distance separated his penis from my butt turned me on like anything. I would not even look back to see who was standing and whether he was looking down at my butt, because I was so shy, but I loved it.

Somehow porn became boring, and my imagination took over. I imagined all kinds of scenarios and it made me wet at night, in the classrooms and in the corridors. Everywhere I went, I wanted to strip!

Of course I didn't. I maintained my persona as it was.

My friends had no idea what was going on in my mind.

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In the middle of the semester, my friend Palak and I, planned to go running in the morning. She was on the heavier side and was adamant to lose some weight. I on the other hand maintained my body well, but I liked working out and wanted to get in better shape myself. Although compared to her, I was in great shape. I was five feet tall and had a small sized body. I was very fair skinned and that always got me some unwanted attention, but over time I've gotten used to it. And here in college, with all the rich kids around, everyone pretty much looked the same. I had straight hair with slight curls at the ends that ended near my shoulders. I had a c-cup and my breasts were firm but very soft. My ass was small but well rounded. It was the favorite part of my body at that time. It complimented my body well.

Even though my figure was good, but at that age, I wanted to have a figure that looked like a barbie doll.

Waking up at 6 in the morning was hard. I had to go to her room to wake Palak up almost every day. I didn't feel like running alone and wanted a companion. And although it was originally her plan to go running, it looked like I was the one dragging her along.

Palak was about two or three inches taller than me. She was chubby and round. She was pretty but I could sense that she didn't feel that way and she often wore clothes that were a size or two smaller than her, just to fit in and look pretty. Even though that was totally unnecessary, and as a result, she looked quite sluttier than she actually was. I was a true friend to her and she felt like she could count on me. Being with her was very advantageous to me too because she made me look like the innocent one, but the reality was quite the opposite.

We would usually go to class, eat and hang out together all the time. We were besties.

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It was the week before the first mid-semester exam, and my four friends and I were studying together. They were not very interested in academics and they relied on me to help them. That night was no different. They were copying my notes and I was explaining all of it to them.

After repeated requests, I had to go to the printing shop nearby to print my notes for them, so that they would read from it and probably memorize as much as they could.

It was late, about 8 at night, when I reached the shop, about five-hundred meters away from our hostel campus. It was a small lowly lit shop in a row of three shops. The other two shops on either side were also similar, old and lowly lit shops. One shop sold simple groceries and everyday items, while the other was a small tea shop, where the students came to have some snacks in the evening and morning time. But since it was a little late, there was only one couple sitting there with their empty cups of tea in front of them.

I walked up to the printing shop. There was the regular shopkeeper there, a man in his 40's, binding some pages when he looked up at me, and for a split second looked down at my breasts, and looked back up again. It was only then that I realized that I hadn't worn anything underneath my t-shirt. I had become so comfortable recently with going braless within the hostel campus, that I hadn't realized I was outside in the village now. It was not intentional at all and I felt very ashamed for a second.

I remember he had to repeat his question as I didn't hear him the first time.

I quickly in a nonchalant way, crossed my arms and gave him my notes to photostat them.

"How many copies?", he asked.

"Four!", I promptly replied. He turned around to his machine and I looked down at my chest to make sure I was still presentable. It was fine. There was just a slight poking of the nipples, nothing too much to worry about. But I still kept my arms crossed because I starting getting a bit horny and felt them getting a bit harder, enough for anyone passing by to notice.

As I took the printed papers off the counter, and handed him the money, I noticed a man with grey hair, sitting in the dark corner of the next shop, with a cigarette in his hand, staring at me. I didn't care about it too much and just made my way back to the hostels, keeping my arms crossed all the way.

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The first exam was over, and I had to go print my notes for my friends again. This time Palak went with me to the shop, and this time I was wearing my bra. I was wearing my skin tight jeans and a top that showed my belly button and she was also wearing something similar.

During those days, when we used to come out of our college and hostel campus, and walk these village streets, the locals would stare at us in a very perverted and classless manner. But they rarely bothered us or any other students, it's just that the difference in culture was huge. But they also had to face this modernization very fast as within a decade, such a big college establishment was built in their village. It was a calm and peaceful place, but the difference in the livelihoods were vast. There were students coming to college in their Mercedes and their BMWs, and there were kids running around with their cattle, taking them to graze in the green fields.

It was noon and as soon as we reached the shop, I quickly recognized that same man sitting in that same corner, with a cigarette in his hand. He looked like he was in his sixties, with a very thin build, and grey hair and rough grey facial hair. He was wearing the traditional clothes of the region, a cotton cloth wrapped a certain way around the waist and legs that acted like modern day trousers, a shirt, unbuttoned at the top, his grey chest hair popping out. Many threads in both his wrists and a beaded wooden bracelet, which I assumed had religious meanings behind them.

He looked at us up and down, and gave a sly smile to his friend who was sitting right next to him. We stood in front of the shop; I handed my notes to Palak and she gave them to the shopkeeper to print. I acted like I was searching something in my bag, but I was checking if the men were still looking at us. They were. But they didn't see me looking at them as they were busy checking out my friend. Her breasts were bigger and looked more mature than mine. Her body was womanlier. It was normal for her to get the attention.

I walked up near her, covering their view of her with my body, and stood there with my back to them. I had a nice butt, and I was sure my jeans were very well fitted too. Even though I didn't turn around to check if they were looking, I kind of knew they were.

It was just about five minutes, but it was fun. I liked doing these small acts. They filled up my day.

The next few days I was busy and nothing of note really happened until the second last day of the exams. Again, I had to go print a few pages. So, Palak accompanied me to that same shop

. Now at that time, I was not thinking about those men anymore.

It was around 8PM and as soon as we reached, I saw both of them were sitting there chatting with the shop owner. And when we reached the printing shop, all three of them looked at us. Palak was wearing shorts and a top, and I was wearing beige long trousers and a shirt. Of course, they were staring at Palak and occasionally at me. The man with the grey hair started whispering something to his friends and they nodded and looked back at Palak. The grey-haired man did eye me up from time to time, but they were mostly interested in her. And I did see the appeal too. Her breasts with tightly hugging her top, and her shorts too were very shapely accentuating her big butt. And she was pretty none the less.

I watched. I didn't care that they were not interested in me. I liked seeing them looking at her.

It was just a small event that was quite common, but that night I imagined very deeply about those three men and Palak and I. I imagined giving them a bigger show, something they would never forget. I wanted to tease them. I wanted them to imagine me in their dreams instead of Palak. I even dreamed about doing things to her just to tease those men.

These thoughts were stuck in my head for a while.

Exams were over and some of my friends headed home for the weekend. I made a plan to go to that shop again and this time I thought about not wearing my bra for real, and just wearing my expensive black top. I liked that top very much then. It was made of a thin netted material, which at night, probably wouldn't show that much skin underneath, but during the day, it was basically transparent. Of course I didn't plan to parade myself in the street, so it was going to be nighttime that I would go there.

I actually did imagine to parade myself naked through the streets, but that was fantasy, never to be made real.

So, I did. I dressed up for the occasion, put on my top, and a thin jacket on top. I planned to remove my jacket once I'm near the shop. I wore my tight black jean shorts and some simple shoes. I was ready. I didn't know what I was going to do really, or if they were going to even see anything in the dark, but I went for it. It was the first time after the bathroom window incident that I was going for a planned execution.

I walked at about eight-thirty at night, on a Sunday, and I could see the shop slowly appear into view. I stopped under a tree in the shade away from the street lamps, and took off my jacket and held it in my hands along with the pages to print. I stood there for a moment, trying to compose myself. There was no turning back anymore. I hoped those men were still there smoking and staring. If not, I was not going to do this again, as I felt my heart race up when I stepped into the light, walking confidently and fast. I slowed my pace a little bit when I felt my breasts bounce a little more than I wanted them to. I didn't want any unwanted attention from other strangers. Only those three strange men.

As I made my way to the shop, I saw that the grey-haired man was sitting there, with his similarly aged friend. The shopkeeper was busy with something. He didn't have a cigarette in his hand this time. At first, they didn't notice or particularly stare, but as I walked closer to the printing shop, and near the light, their bodies tightened up and their stares fixated on my black top. From the side, my top was extremely see-through and I knew that. From the front, there were some flower designs that made it a little hard to identify the features underneath.

I asked for the printing to be done and the print shop shopkeeper didn't really notice or care about my dress. I looked to the side and both the men were in conversation, looking at me. I think they saw me looking at them, but I didn't care.

I should have cared!

I turned my back to them, doing the same act of getting something from my bag. But I knew that the side view would be the best, so after turning around and displaying my figure, I turned back around to the shop again, with my right side facing them. I kept my arms on the counter of the print shop, just to prevent my hands from getting in the way of my breasts from being clearly visible to them under my black sheer top. They kept staring and I, from the corner of my eye, kept looking at them from time to time.

Printing was done and as I turned around to go back, the grey-haired man's friend made eye contact with me with a smirk on his face. I didn't react.

Job done!

I folded my arms, made my way to the same tree and put on my jacket. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my body, and my panties getting moist with a tingling sensation that needed to be scratched!

Even though my face had no reactions, my mind was racing, reimagining what those men might have seen. I doubt they could have seen my nipples, but I hoped maybe they had seen the shape or even a shadow of them.

As I was thinking about it, my leg slipped on a crack, and I fell face first on the street. I got up quickly, and saw some people come my way to help. I smiled at them, signaling that I am fine, and started walking fast in embarrassment. After walking for about a minute, I felt a blunt paint on my chest. I touched it and it hurt like crazy. I realized I had probably hit my chest on a rock or some other hard surface.

Back in my room, I took off my top and saw that the top left part of my left breast had turned blue with a small cut. There was just a slight bleeding that the first aid took care of.

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Palak woke up on her own, and we got ready for the morning run. I checked the time on my phone, 6:30AM. I liked waking up in the morning, with the fresh air and a clear mind.

She wore long tight leggings, and a tight blue t-shirt. And I wore my cute baby pink running shorts, and a black top. I kept my hair in a pony tail, and my phone in a tiny bag around my waist. That used to be our attire for the morning sessions.

I had worn my sports bra that worked very well to keep my breasts in place, something that I quickly realized I didn't want. I wanted them to move about so that people would notice. But Palak on the other hand, had bigger breasts and they were in fact moving about quite a bit. I could see the reactions of some of the people looking at her, and it turned me on.

This went on for almost two weeks. Every day we would go out running in the morning in the village roads, wearing the same clothes and covering the same distances. I kept imagining these thoughts of exhibitionism, and watching people watch us run turned me on a lot. And the straightforward way the local village men used to stare at us, and specially her, turned me on like crazy. I could see them undressing us in their eyes. I could imagine it all!

Every day we would cross a lot of ogling village men, but one captured my interest in particular. A shabby middle-aged man, with a rough skin and thin build. Every day we would see him sitting near the road, reading his newspaper. When we would pass by him, he would lower his specs and turn his eyes towards us, checking us out. He was very shy, but he couldn't look away either. He looked particularly handsome when he would sip on a cup of tea. I noticed it since day one, and since he was always there, it became customary for us. Although we never talked out loud about the man, we shared glances when we noticed him.

Then finally, the day came when Palak refused to wake up and I decided to go on the run myself. As I approached the man, I could see him trying to find Palak. He looked back at the road, trying to see if she came. I ran past him slowly and he kept looking back trying to find her or to see if he had missed her. I felt a little disappointed.

After a few more days, Palak went home for some occasion. I went on the morning runs alone as it had become a habit for me and I didn't want to stop. The first day, I only had thoughts about that man, and wondered if he would search for her again. And lo and behold, he did. I don't know if he even tried to look at me!

So, I came up with a plan, again!

I knew what I had to do.

What I wanted to do.

My plan was simple. I would ditch my bra and put it in my bag when there would be no one around, and run towards him, and instead to running past him, I would stop and ask for a drink of water. His small house was right there and I was sure he would get up and get me a glass. He looked kind.

So, I got up earlier that day than usual and dressed up in the same baby pink shorts, and black top. But, instead of wearing my sports bra, I wore a regular small cotton bra as it would be easier for me to remove it without anyone noticing.

I set off from the hostel campus, along the narrow village roads, feeling excitement all over my body.

This was the feeling that I got addicted to, and that still drives me to do crazy things till this day.

I could feel my breasts moving a bit more freely under my top, but not too many people shared my views as they seemed to barely notice the movement under my black top. As I slowly reached the place, I could see him in his usual position, on the chair with the newspaper.

I had already removed my bra but it wasn't very clear as my top was thick and not very tight. But I still went forward with my plan and ran straight to him and stopped in front of him. He, in a jerk, moved the newspaper away and looked at me. He was very handsome and looked like an actor playing a role of a villager.