After my previous experience in the restaurant, I wanted to explore my fetish for exhibitionism and public nudity. However, I wasn't yet confident enough to be naked or semi-naked in public, yet the desire to 'be seen' was strong.
I was also keen to repeat the experience of mutual masturbation.
The desire to watch and feel a guy cum on me had often led to my fingers wandering in bed at night. I'd play out fantasies of being taken in public, being spied on, cum on. I'd press the heel of my palm against my clit and insert a finger between the lips of my pussy, biting my lip to stifle cries of pleasure as I stroke it in and out. Then pinch each nipple in turn while moving my hips, humping against my own hand until I was left soaked, shaking and breathless.
After the confidence my aunt had given me, I needed another adventure. She was away on business which made the house quiet but gave me time to think about the things we'd discussed, so each day when I got home from college, I'd shower and dress for my run.
The shower had been pleasant, and I'd had to resist the urge to play a little as the last few days I'd been hornier than ever.
I seemed to continually think about what had happened with the guy in the bar, the adventure with the neighbour, and the possibilities my new 'sexier' wardrobe might bring.
I'd also promised my aunt that I would explore my desire to 'be seen,' the exhibitionist side I'd been nervous about exploring.
A naughty thought came to me, and after some deliberation, I discarded my usual sportswear. Then taking a few moments to work up the courage, I eventually placed my sports bra and panties back in the drawer.
Searching through my closet, I chose an old rugby style top made of stretchy fabric that hugs, cut showing just a little midriff, open enough at the neck to show a little cleavage.
My breasts are not over large but perky, full with sensitive nipples that seem to poke outwards at the slightest sensation.
Pleased with my choice, I then picked out an older pair of shorts that I knew were a little on the snug side, not worn since school day athletics. High cut, I noticed that they now exposed the bottom of my cheeks in the mirror, which pleased me. I'm slim, have a curve to my hips and, according to my aunt, a peachy bum.
Taking a moment, I turned to examine myself in the mirror.
The top was tight enough to perfectly frame my breasts, with an unmistakable bump where my nipples stood to attention.
The shorts framed my bottom, and with no panties, no outline, just a smoothness detailing the exact contours of my butt. The high cut leg exposed a generous amount of thigh and a generous hint of buttock.
To the front, the shorts were pretty much moulded to my crotch, the shape of my mons clearly defined. I suspected the moment I started jogging, there was a danger of them ridding up, bringing a hint of 'camel toe.'
It wasn't being naked but close enough to semi-naked that it would be a thrill.
Leaving the house quickly, I cut through the alleyway behind our property before I could change my mind. One saving grace was living near enough to the park that I didn't have to navigate much of the streets. I mainly jogged when it was quiet at dawn or early evening, it being a safe enough place to do so.
Deciding not to wear a bra soon meant my nipples showed, hard against the thin fabric as it brushed over them.
The sensation already causing slight dampness between my legs.
Halfway around the park, I needed to pee. That time of day, in the lull between people travelling from work and taking an evening stroll, I was confident that it would be safe to duck behind a tree, away from the path.
Looking around, I couldn't see anyone. I genuinely had to pee, but it suddenly occurred to me it was a chance to be a little naughty if I was brave enough.
My options were to just pull down my shorts sufficient to relieve myself.
Or I could take a chance, pull them right down to my ankles and step out of them, leaving me naked from the waist down while I relieved myself.
I chose option two.
With one last glance around, I slipped off my shorts and hooked them on a branch, then stood for a moment, butterflies of nervousness tickling my belly.
My neatly trimmed pussy was exposed in a very public place for the first time. I touched a finger to myself and let out a slight shudder; this was the most daring thing I'd done.
The feeling was naughty, exhilarating and I was more than a little proud that I'd had the nerve, even if I was still a little scared.
How I wished I could complete my run like this.
Desperation soon got the better of me, so squatting, I began to pee.
Cleaning myself with a wet wipe and tissue, I reached to retrieve my shorts and froze in shock.
There was a man, older than me, holding a leash, just staring at my pussy. I blushed, but heart-pounding didn't turn away. Instead, I casually reached out for my shorts, just holding them at my side for a few seconds more, letting him take a good long look before slowly pulling them on.
For a moment, he showed no signs of leaving, then just smiled, said. 'nice' and carried on with his walk, calling to a dog sniffing about nearby.
I stood on shaky legs, my breath quick. The encounter had been brief, slightly embarrassing because the man had watched me pee, but also tense and exciting.
Binning my tissues, I resumed my run, more than a little flushed and not through exercise; the appreciative look in the stranger's eye and smile had been a real turn on
Further on, I noticed a group of men milling about one of the benches, chatting loudly and drinking coffee. I guessed from the suites they were office workers, finishing late.
Still excited from my little encounter, I suddenly had a deep desire to slowly jog up to them wearing nothing but my trainers.
I imagined letting them get an eyeful of tits and pussy.
Then, with my bottom and breasts jiggling with a sudden burst of speed, sprinting out of their reach. Glancing over my shoulder to catch the lustful look in their eye as they look at my disappearing ass.
At that time, I wasn't anywhere near brave enough to act out the fantasy, which was a shame.
Instead, I stopped at the bench facing them and moved into a low squat, stretching one leg to the side before stretching the other in turn.
Closing my eyes, I imagined doing it naked, showing off. My legs open to the men as I move from one position to another, giving them and anyone going by a good view of my pussy.
I was stretching, lost in the fantasy for a good twenty seconds before I noticed the talking had almost stopped.
With a smile, I realised they had probably been looking down the open neck of my top. No doubt my nipples, which were hard and barely concealed, had also got their attention.
Pretending not to notice, I turned my back, moved my legs apart to a wide stance, and bent over, touching the ground. As I glanced back between my legs, I could see the appreciative reaction from the men as I dipped my hips and pushed my ass towards them.
I could only imagine their view, with my shorts being so clingy.
The shape of my pussy must have been close to being on display, it was damp from my fantasising, and I wondered if I sat at their bench, would I leave a wet patch?
None of the men made eye contact as I turned to face them.
They were definitely more interested in staring at my barely concealed charms. The nipples poked out through my top, clearly outlined and shorts that were now damp and moulded to my pussy.
It was usually the idea of being caught naked that excited me, but I found being stared at like this to be just as thrilling.
The chatter started as soon as I began jogging again and wondered if they said things about me.
There was a smile on my face all the way back home as I wondered if the man who had seen me pee and the office guys would be masturbating later, thinking about what they could have done do to me.
