Sandra after University
by Vanessa Evans
Sandra has earned enough money to take a year out.
Author's Note
This story is a continuation of my story 'Sandra is Different'. Although this story could stand independently it will make more sense if you read 'Sandra is Different' first.
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Introduction
After 3 amazing years at university where I made a shed load of money letting men spank me, letting men fuck me whilst I was unconscious and demonstrating fucking machines at erotic equipment conventions, I decided that I needed to take a year out to make the most of my addictions that developed soon after I originally went to university.
I'm still anti-social, a bit of a recluse and a bit of an introvert but I am quite happy being on my own but my 'addictions' give me one hell of a lot of pleasure so I decided to take a year out, travel wherever the mood takes me and where I can feed my addictions.
Part 1
Between my exams ending and graduation day I spent some time at home with my parents relaxing and enjoying an unusually warm summer. My parents both work so I was able to spend quite a bit of time nude sunbathing in the back garden and spending some of my money on laser hair removal (everywhere below my neck). Neither of my parents caught me sunbathing naked but I just know that neither of them would have been shocked if they had. We'd always been cool about our bodies and since being at university my wardrobe had changed to be more skimpy than before I went, in particular my skirts had got much, much shorter so there is every chance that both my mum and dad have accidentally seen my bald pussy at least once -- I've stopped wearing knickers altogether.
One other thing that I spent some money on was getting my nipples pierced. I deliberately went to the shop wearing just a dress knowing that I'd have to take it off to get my nipples done. We sorted out the barbells that I wanted then he asked me to bare my breasts and get on the table. When the huge, middle-aged man turned and saw the totally naked me laying on the table with my knees spread enough for him to see all of my pussy he stopped dead for a couple of seconds then said.
"I thought that it was just your nipples luv?"
"It is, but I wasn't thinking when I got dressed this morning."
"Okay, no problem, but do you mind if I look at your clitoris, at first glance it may be suitable for a piercing, not all of them are."
Before I could answer him he'd moved down the table and was staring at my pussy.
"Ah, yes, no, you only have a small hood which clearly doesn't hide your clitoris, not ideal for piercing."
"Well that's okay because I wasn't thinking of getting it done. Are my nipples suitable?"
The man turned and looked at my tits.
"Hmm, I haven't seen many breasts that shape on girls your age but they are ideal. Some girls have really small nipples and it's difficult to find the right place to push the needle through but yours are perfect, they're nearly as big as the end of my little finger, never mind yours."
By that time my nipples were rock hard and tingling, so was my clit and my pussy was leaking quite a bit. I was pleased that I didn't have the back of my dress under my butt.
"You'll feel just a little prick." The man said as he was about to push the needle through.
I smiled, then winced a little as the needle went through but was looking at the front of his trousers to see if I could see any bulge and I wondered if he did have a little prick. Then I wondered if he just said that to distract me from the pain of the needle going in and I wondered if he said that to all the girls.
The procedure was over in a couple of minutes and I was soon putting my dress back on whilst I listened to his talk about after-care.
Back at home that evening my dad noticed the different shape of the 2 bulges in my thin dress and asked me if I'd had my nipples pierced.
"Yes daddy, want to see them?"
Before he had the chance to say anything I'd grabbed the hem of my dress and it was going up over my head.
"Wow, they look painful." Daddy said.
"They are a little but I only got them done this afternoon and the man says that it will take a couple of weeks for them to heal."
"I'm not surprised, you'll have to keep your boyfriend off them for a while."
"Daddy, you know that I haven't got a boyfriend."
"I know princess, I was just teasing you. Are you at all self-conscious about the shape of your breasts, most girls your age have gone through the stage of them being all conical like yours still are."
"Daddy, most girls never have them pointy like these."
"I'm sure that the doctors could do something about them to make them look more normal."
"Daddy, I'm very happy with them like they are thank you."
"Hey mum, come and look at our Sandra's breasts, she went and got them pierced."
My mum came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a tea towel and saw me standing there, totally naked in front of my father.
"Did you say that Sandra has gone and got her nipples pierced?" Mum asked, not being at all phased about the situation.
I turned to face her, thrusting my chest forwards. Mum stared at my tits for a couple of seconds then said,
"So I see, very nice darling. You do know how to keep them clean until they heal properly don't you?"
"Yes mum, the man told me and he gave me a leaflet explaining it all." I replied and started putting my dress back on.
"Well you make sure that you do it properly, the last thing that you want is infected breasts when you go on holiday, where was it you said you were going first?"
"Mallorca, it's the largest of the Balearic Islands."
"Oh yes, in the Mediterranean." Mum replied, "with a bit of luck you'll meet someone who will bring you out of your shell, make you more sociable."
"Mum, how many times do I have to tell you that I'm happy with my life as it is."
"With a bit of luck you'll meet a nice boy and come back engaged." Mum said.
"MUM!"
"Okay, just teasing you honey, just so long as you are happy."
"I am mum."
I wasn't lazy whilst I was at my parents house. During the day when both my parents were at work I took up jogging and spent many hours jogging around the neighbourhood wearing only a thin tank top, the ultra short, white, thin, skater style skirt that I bought shortly after I first went to university, and, of course, my trainers.
I knew that the skirt would be dancing about as I ran giving anyone who cared to look a glimpse of my bare butt.
Jogging in the parks my trainer laces seemed to manage to come lose quite often and I often stopped to re-tie one, bending over in front of any men that I thought would appreciate the sight. I got a few complimentary comments which I ignored and ran off before they got too close.
Sometimes I stopped and lay down on the grass to rest and improve my tan but I only did that around lunch time when office workers were out enjoying the sun during their lunch break. Of course I lay with my knees slightly open knowing that anyone who walked by, and looked over to me, would be able to see my pussy.
I'd thought about going to a gym or swimming pool but they would have been too public, often with young kids there. I was sure that the kids wouldn't care if I was covered or not, it's the stupid, prudish, woke parents that are the problem.
Next door to my parents had got some new people living there and one day whilst I was nude sunbathing I spotted a young man looking down on me from one of their upstairs bedrooms. I pretended to not have seen him but at the same time I spread my legs so that he could get a good look at my pussy. He never came to talk to me that time, nor the other 2 times that I saw him watching me. I wondered if he was a bit like me or maybe gay.
Graduation day finally arrived and dad drove us up to the university for the ceremony. I had to hire one of those silly gowns and hats and only my friend Isla knew that we were both naked under our gowns when we got presented with our certificates.
Afterwards, Isla and I had a long, naked hug, complete with tears as we said goodbye, me promising to keep in touch during my Mediterranean tour. I again asked her to come with me but she reminded me that she was starting a new job the following Monday.
I returned my gown and hat and went looking for my parents then we drove home.
Early the next morning it was more tears as I said goodbye to my mother then I got in dad's car for the journey to the airport. I was wearing my longest skirt (mid thigh) and my least see-through top. I knew that dad could see the shape and darker colour of my nipples but he never said anything.
As soon as I got into the departure lounge I went to the ladies room and changed into a much shorter skirt and a more see-through top. I had managed to get everything that I needed into one carry-on bag, a little suitcase with wheels, as I didn't want to be carrying a large suitcase as I moved from hotel to hotel and resort to resort.
Then I got into holiday mode and practised something that I intended to do one hell of a lot whilst I was abroad, sitting playing with my phone and with my knees about shoulder width apart. As I sat lazily I knew that anyone who cared to look would be able to see my uncovered pussy, and my tits through my top.
As I kept glancing up from my phone I did see a few people who realised what they could see but I just ignored them, although I wished that I had put my egg vibrator in my pussy whilst I was in the ladies room so that I could cum whilst they were watching me. In the end I decided to go and do just that and I got out just as my flight was called.
