My Boyfriend likes to expose me
or perhaps it should be called
The exhibitionist in denial
by Vanessa Evans
All characters involved in any sexual activities in this story were over 18 when the events took place.
Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts. They will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable.
Part 17 - More denial - and a lot of fun
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The crotchless leggings
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The weather took a turn for the worse and Ryan got worried about me cycling around the neighbourhood in such a short skirt with nothing underneath. When we talked about it he told me that he'd get me something that would keep me warmer but not stop my fun.
I was a little surprised when he brought home a couple of pairs of little girls black leggings.
"They're way too small for even me," I said, "and they'll stop me from riding my bike."
"Not after you've modified them."
"In what way?" I asked.
Ryan opened one of the packets and pulled a pair out. He opened them out and put his hand in the waist part.
"What you need to do is un-pick the seam along here then sew the ends so that they don't come undone any more. You can do that can't you?"
"Of course I can but am I supposed to wear these with a skirt?"
"No, of course not. Girls wear leggings without skirts don't they?"
"Well yes, but these are so small and thin that they'll be see-through." I complained.
"It's okay, no one will notice. From a distance you'll just look like any other young girl wearing black leggings." Ryan said.
I wasn't sure, but I knew that Ryan would get his way. Over the next 2 nights I managed to turn those leggings into crotchless leggings. I waited until Ryan was home to try them on. I have to say that the first time I put them on I really did have to stretch them to get them pulled right up. When I looked in the mirror they were quite see-through and if I opened my legs even a little bit I could see my pussy with my clit poking out and my chain hanging down. The other thing was that I was wearing a top that only comes down to the bottom of my ribs; and because the leggings were for someone small than me, they only come up to my hips; there was a good 9 inches of flesh showing.
Blankety blank, did Ryan really want me to go out like this? I certainly hoped not; but I was wrong. As soon as Ryan saw me in them he grabbed my hand and led me outside and down to the pub. I had to sit (thankfully) there being careful to keep my legs together. I wasn't lucky all the time, Ryan had me get the drinks and I could feel men's eyes burning into my butt and crotch as I walked to the bar and back.
Okay, I was getting excited knowing that I was being looked at but it was quite embarrassing. When we walked home my pussy so hot that I forget that the leggings are crotchless
Ryan's taken me to the supermarket with me wearing those leggings. It's so easy to forget that they are crotchless and a few times I got strange looks from people and had to quickly close my legs. The most embarrassing time was at the checkout when I was just stood there in front of this young woman. She's obviously realised how see-through the leggings were and that they were crotchless because whenever I looked at her she was looking at my crotch. It took us ages to pay for our shopping that day.
Town was just as bad. Of course Ryan wanted to go by bus rather than take the car, and of course Ryan wanted to go up the stairs before me, and of course he wanted me to sit facing the door in McDonalds, and of course he wanted things from the bottom shelves.
I have no idea how many people stared at my butt or pussy; I just hope that it wasn't more than one or two.
Ryan bought me those leggings so that I could ride my bike in the colder weather and I have to admit that they do keep my legs warm as I pedal along. I wanted to wear them with a skirt but Ryan wouldn't let me. I'm sure that anyone followed me and looked at my butt would be able to see that I had nothing on under the leggings.
The other bad news is that I have to wash the leggings each time that I wear them because they absorb my juices as they run down my inner thighs. If I wasn't wearing them the breeze would have dried my thighs.
Tom comes to live with us
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Ryan's brother begged Ryan to let him stay with us while he's at university. I wasn't keen on the idea because I believed that it would spoil our fun. Ryan said that nothing would change and that we would carry on as if Tom wasn't there. How could I wander around the place naked, sit on the stool in the kitchen with the dildo inside me or ride the exercise bike whilst it fucked me as I pedalled, with Tom there? And what about when we fuck in front of the television? Was Ryan really expecting me to do all that with his brother watching?
Yes he did. As soon as Tom moved in Ryan told me to stop being silly and to stop covering myself whenever I went into the same room as Tom. I wasn't happy but I did as Ryan asked.
When Tom first saw the bike and the stool in the kitchen he had a little snigger then pretended that they weren't 'different'. I on the other hand avoided going anywhere near them for over a week.
I couldn't even get up early and exercise on the bike because it's in our living room very close to the sofa that Tom sleeps on.
At first I wore a little dress round the house but Ryan kept pulling it off me. When I objected Ryan said,
"Don't worry about Tom; he's seen you without your clothes on loads of times; and I'm sure that he's not embarrassed by you being naked, are you Tom?"
"Not at all Ryan." Tom said, "It doesn't bother me. I don't want you to change anything because of me, just pretend that I'm not here."
"But I get embarrassed," I said, "and I can't go sitting on that thing (pointing to the stool), or exercising on my bike with Tom here; it's too embarrassing for me."
"Honest Tanya," Tom said, "It doesn't bother me and there's no reason why it should bother you. I know that it's a girl thing; a girl need. It's just part of life; don't feel bad or embarrassed; just do it and ignore me."
"I can't." I said.
"Yes you can TT." Ryan said; "just pretend that Tom isn't here; like you do with Mr. Perv over the road.
"Who's this Mr. Perv over the road?" Tom asked.
"Oh it's just an old man, a voyeur, in one of those apartments over the road who watches us with binoculars; we just ignore him."