Theres Something About Marilyn

By age 26, Marilyn had done very well for herself. Right out of college, she had landed an accounting position with a family owned construction company that was small on number of employees, but huge on revenue, as they built custom industrial structures that cost millions. The owners believed in staying small and rewarding hard work, so Marilyn and the dozen or so other employees enjoyed ridiculously large salaries and full benefits. Marilyn was also able to work remotely from home or anywhere with wifi, and could choose her own hours.

After four years, she had become an invaluable part of the team and beloved member of the company family. She had earned the respect of her colleagues and business associates, and had a large and diverse circle of friends. She was admired and successful, and enjoyed a comfortable lifestyle. Her parents were retired professors and very proud of her, and her brother, the Marine, was one of her best friends and adored her. However, there was something about her that no one knew, that made her risk all of that, over and over and over.

Marilyn was an exhibitionist.

Not a naked around the back yard, go the occasional nude beach kind of exhibitionist.

She was a flash and masturbate in public kind of exhibitionist, and her most thrilling encounters were the ones where she knew she'd been seen. She sometimes got to finish and orgasm in front of complete strangers in various random places, as most who she allowed see her were more than happy to accommodate her kink and watch her play with herself, if the circumstances allowed.

Wherever she went, she had the uncanny ability to spot the subtle body language and signs of the people around her, and could feel it when they looked or stared at her, sensing their desire for her. Through trial and error, she had developed the ability to subtly shift or adjust, or move to another spot, in order to show them what they wanted to see. What she wanted them to see. Her biggest thrill came from watching their reactions when she'd flash them or masturbate and cum in front of them, sometimes triggering multiple orgasms.

She chose men and women alike, and was especially thrilled to orgasm in front of appreciative women. More than one had ended up touching themselves while watching her, and it excited her that she could turn a complete stranger on so much that they'd risk getting caught committing lewd behavior in public, disregarding their otherwise sensible judgement.

She wasn't promiscuous or flirty in general. She was careful and wouldn't flash just anyone, and would only act when her intuition told her it was okay, and so far it had been right.

Marilyn was sexy, nothing else could be said. Even straight women got flustered and nervous when she looked at or talked to them. Her face was gorgeous....round lips, smooth skin, petite nose, slightly flushed cheeks, lively hazel eyes, and long straight brown hair that ended at her shoulder blades.

Her curvy figure looked good in anything, or nothing. Ample breasts with bright pink nipples that were perfect for her body size. She kept her pussy shaved because it excited her that nothing was hidden when she flashed it. She wanted to show them her pussy, not just a patch of pubic hair, and she often wasn't in a place or position where she could spread her legs very far without drawing unintended attention, so shaving made it easier to expose her pussy the way she wanted to. The way she needed to.

This thrilling activity all started in college when she was 18. Marilyn pledged a sorority and one of the tasks she had to complete was to strip and masturbate to orgasm while the members watched. Marilyn had only made out with boys and rubbed a couple of their cocks through their clothes, up to that point, but was now more than ready to explore her sexuality. She was attracted to girls too, but had never been able to feed that desire in her small hometown. By the time she got to college, she was a horny little minx.

What was supposed to be a humiliating hazing event ended up being the most exciting sexual experience she'd ever had! She loved being watched and was so turned on that she had tuned out all the teasing and jeering that the members were shouting, and masturbated in front of them with abandon, rolling to different positions, moaning and cursing and fucking herself.

By the time she finished, the mood had changed and there was heavy breathing and shocked facial expressions as her intense orgasm had captured the attention of the entire room, including several members who were staring hungrily at Marilyn's freshly fingered pussy. The expressions on their faces sent jolts of pleasure through her, and she shuddered and had a second hard orgasm in front of them without even touching herself! She had never been so aroused, and was instantly hooked on the thrill of turning people on and seeing their reactions to her naughtiness.

She didn't join the sorority, but she did end up having mutual masturbation sessions with three of the members over the next few weeks, after they saw her performance that night.

I'm Gina. I'm 25, straight, attractive, blond, shy, dental assistant, single, sexual, fun, open minded, girly-girl, lonely.

The first time I saw Marilyn, I was walking through the park across from my building.

It was a cloudy day with rain in the forecast, and I loved walking in the rain because there was usually no one else out and it was peaceful and gave me a sense of solitude. I also loved the sound and smell of the rain, and almost always made an effort to get out of the apartment and walk in the rain or find a covered bench or picnic table and read for a few hours. Rain always felt cleansing and comforting to me, steadying me. I felt like I had a weird personal relationship with it, or with precipitation in general, really, as I loved snow and thunderstorms as well.

I made my way down the long path past the play equipment and towards the small lake in the northwest corner of the park. The path encircled the lake and an adjacent small open field of mowed grass, and the whole area was surrounded by a thick patch of cedar trees. There were a few covered benches and tables, and an ivy-covered foot bridge that crossed over the area, rising about 15 feet off the ground at it's highest point in the middle of the bridge.

I had started across the bridge and caught something out of the corner of my eye, through the gaps in the ivy. There was a girl in a white sun dress laying on her stomach on a blanket near the edge of the grassy area, about 20 feet off the path, near one of the covered benches. She was propped up on her elbows holding a book in front of her, and had her knees bent, holding both bare feet up in the air with one foot wrapped around the other at the ankle, and was gently swaying them left to right as she seemed focused on her book. The dress was just long enough to cover her shapely behind, leaving the backs of her thighs exposed.

I'd always considered myself straight, and although I've had fantasies about women while watching porn or at the height of masturbation, I'd never considered that to be anything more than normal fantasies that most women have sometimes. However, my voyeuristic position behind the ivy brought a rush of sexual excitement. I felt tickles of arousal as I studied her. The slight breeze was blowing little wisps of her hair making her look dreamy. She looked very sexy lying in that position, and I was definitely feeling something about this girl.

It started to rain, but she made no moves. A man came into view, walking down the path towards where she lay. He was older, maybe 40 or 50, and tall. He was wearing a light raincoat with the hood up, and jogging pants. He walked and sat on the bench nearest the girl and pulled his hood off. He was a decent looking guy, strong jaw with a chin dimple and an intentional 5 o'clock shadow. He opened his coat and took out his cell phone and started thumbing and swiping, busying himself.

The girl was laying with her feet towards him, and her head facing away. She didn't acknowledge his presence in any way, and laid her book down and picked up her phone, holding it up and looking at it for a moment, before slipping it into her purse along with the book. The rain was coming a little steadier now but I didn't want to give away my peeping location by making any movements. I was aroused and didn't want to stop watching her, but didn't want to get caught peeping either.

Then, I noticed it.

It was subtle, so subtle, but I saw it! After putting away her phone and book, she had laid her head down and closed her eyes, as the rain started to create wet spots on her dress where you could see right through to her pink skin. She had reached up with her right hand over her shoulder and grasped the top of her dress on the back and slowly pulled it up towards her head, just revealing the bottoms of her naked ass cheeks. The man stole a few casual glances and shifted on the bench.

Over the next few minutes, she gradually pulled it higher and higher until the entire bottom half of her cheeks were exposed. My heart was pounding and my pussy was actively salivating. Did she just spread her legs? She did. Again it was subtle, but I saw it. She repeated the same process, gradually opening her legs a tiny movement at a time, over the next several minutes until her bare ass and pussy were completely exposed to the man, who was now watching her intently, and she still hadn't acknowledged his presence.

It was starting to rain hard, but none of us cared. The girl reached underneath her pelvis and started rubbing her pussy while the man watched and the rain fell, soaking her completely as she wiggled and twisted with pleasure. She threw her wet hair around and arched her back with pleasure as she dug her fingers into her pussy and ground her ass in his direction.

Finally ready to finish, she flipped over onto her ass and pulled her dress up her body and off, tossing it on the blanket, she turned around and laid back and spread her legs for the stranger on the bench, completely naked. She reached up and grabbed her tits and left one hand up to squeeze and pinch her nipples while the other went back to her shaved pussy and she started masturbating with purpose, moaning and squealing, fingering and rubbing, fast and slow, hips bucking, legs shaking.

She suddenly looked up right at the man's face and I could tell she was speaking to him, repetitively, nodding her head and furiously rubbing her clit. He was speaking back. Her nodding and volume seemed to increase gradually, and she suddenly squeaked and threw her head back and shook and groaned with her orgasm. She made it look so sexy, the bliss showing on her wet face.

She snapped her eyes back open and stared at his face. She was speaking to him again, and after he replied she suddenly shook and moaned out loud with another orgasm without even touching herself, never taking her eyes off his face. I was stunned! What kind of sex magic does this girl know that can make her cum with no contact? I wanted to know. HAD to know.

After a few minutes, the man stood and smiled while he spoke to her, as she slipped back into her dress and tried to adjust the wet garment as best she could. She said something back to the man and he turned and headed back toward the main part of the park. He looked back over his shoulder at her and she blew him a kiss and smiled.

I watched and waited as she picked up her bag and the blanket, wrapping it around her body to cover her wet and now transparent sun dress. She stepped over to the path and headed the same direction the man had gone, towards the main part of the park. She was still barefoot, so I knew she couldn't live far if she hadn't worn or brought any shoes. I decided to follow this irresistible goddess in the rain. I wanted to know her. I wanted her to masturbate for me like that.

She traveled down the long path past the playground and across the street, as I stayed far enough back that she wouldn't notice me. She walked past my building and went another two blocks to a cluster of high rise condos. Hers was in the middle, surrounded on all four sides by other similar structures. I watched the door man give her a nod and greeting as she disappeared through the swanky main entrance doors.

I stood across the street for a few minutes in the heavy rain, looking up at the building as if I was expecting to see any sign of her up there. I looked around and noticed I was standing in front of an indoor/outdoor cafe. I ordered a coffee and grabbed a seat just inside the open bay door where I could see the entrance to her building. Maybe she'll get back out pretty soon, I thought. After all, it is raining.

I didn't have to wait long until she came out with a fresh blue sun dress on, and her hair pulled back in a wet ponytail. She had an umbrella this time, but was still barefoot as she approached the street. She paused and checked traffic, then splashed her way across the street right towards me! She was already looking and smiling at the bartender as she walked past where I was sitting.

"Hey Monroe!" he called out. "It's raining for you today"

"I know Nick, isn't it lovely?!" she said excitedly.

Monroe? Unique and fitting, I thought. And she loves rain!

"That's not what most people call rain, but I'm happy that you're happy!" Nick sounded sincere.

"Awww, you're the sweetest man. Your wife is lucky."

"Thank you dear, but I'm the lucky one. White Russian?"

"Yes sir, but I'll take it outside. I want to be close to the rain."

My heart fluttered. I grabbed my coffee and headed out and across the street, too flustered and nervous to face her, if she tried to speak. I walked about a half block and found a bench that faced away from the street. Just as I sat down and looked over my shoulder, Nick was setting her drink down and leaving her alone at an outdoor pub table. She was on a stool facing up the street towards me, and I was sitting with my back to her, having to look over my shoulder to see her.

It dawned on me that I could use the reverse camera and watch her over my shoulder while appearing to watch something else on my phone. I turned my body and settled in, catching just the right angle to secretly watch her. She was looking at her phone while she sat, glancing up at the mostly deserted street occasionally, seeming to enjoy the rain while sipping her drink.

After about half her drink was gone, I noticed she was gradually spreading her legs, a little move at a time, just like she had in the park. My heart raced again....she's going to expose herself on the street! My pussy was wetter than my clothes and I was trembling with arousal. Two men stepped out from inside with their drinks and sat at the table next to hers, facing her open knees. They were too close to see up her dress yet, and I noticed they seemed to be engaged in some small talk with her, saying hello and smiling.

The men continued to talk with each other and I could see her studying them while they were distracted. Within a few minutes, after both of them had been stealing glances at her, she subtly reached behind her back and pulled on the dress material to make the front ride up her thighs, just a bit. Gradually, she had worked it back far enough that just her labia were in view of the men, as she sat there casually acting like she was unaware of the wardrobe mishap. She stayed that way for a few minutes, looking at her phone and sipping her drink.

Finding herself at the bottom of the glass, she stepped back inside and came out a minute later with another drink and took her position on the barstool again. This time, she had pulled her dress up far enough that her entire pussy was exposed to the two men, as she continued to ignore her nakedness.

She gave them a good long look at her vagina, then looked both directions nervously and quickly lifted her dress off and set it on the table. She looked directly at the two shocked men and lifted her knees and spread them wide, grabbing her ankles and holding her eyes right on their faces. She said something to them, and when they replied, she nodded and moaned, then nodded faster, and shook and squeaked as an orgasm hit her hard, again without touching herself. She trembled and whimpered, but never dropped her eyes from their shocked, lust-filled faces.

She quickly gathered her wits and slipped the dress back on and resumed sipping on her drink and looking at her phone, smiling quickly at the two men but not caring how many other people might have just seen her cum, including her door man....and me. The two guys eventually got up and spoke to her as they were leaving, she blew them a kiss and smiled as they walked up the street grinning and shaking their heads in disbelief.

She finished her drink and yelled to Nick, then hoisted her umbrella and stepped out into the rain and across the street again in her bare feet, this time catching a nod with a raised eyebrow a tiny smile from the door man. She stopped and leaned up on her tiptoes and gave him a peck on the cheek as she walked past him. He beamed.

The hot shower felt nice. I couldn't stop thinking of Monroe, now unsure if I was straight. I'd never gotten fast heartbeat or arousal tickles from looking at another woman before. It's like, those weren't MY feelings, they were feelings that SHE gave me, and I didn't control them........she did. I teased my nipples as I thought of her breasts. I call breasts like hers playboy tits....they are big enough and pretty enough to be in playboy magazine.

She was so bold and daring, I admired her for it. Living out her fantasies instead of hiding them. What a rush it must be to cum in front of a stranger that is turned on by watching you. I pinched my clit and pulled it, which set me off into a series of pleasurable pussy contractions as my orgasm built and flooded me with warm cum, and I imagined myself cumming for a stranger like Monroe did today. Maybe I would cum for Monroe.

I spent the next week pretty much stalking Monroe. I'd made up my mind that she would be my first flashing recipient. I camped out on my bench down the block from her building each morning to see where she went, and made notes on places that she went often and what time she usually went there. I had to mix in some work days myself, so I would stalk her in shifts that rotated with my schedule. After a week, I had a pretty good idea where I could enact my plan, if I had the courage to actually go through with it. I figured it might be easier with her for my first time, since I knew her secret and knew she would understand what I was doing.

The day had arrived that I was going to flash Monroe my pussy. I was nervous and excited, hoping she'd appreciate being on the receiving end of the flashing experience for a change. I was really hoping to catch her off guard and turn her on for real, like she did to the others I'd seen. I chose a low-cut navy top that showed a good amount of cleavage, a black mid thigh skirt and a pair of open-toed navy sandals. No panties, of course. I had two options on places that she'd be, both within walking distance of our apartments. I chose the same place she'd been last Friday and grabbed the seat that I had strategically scouted and decided was the best spot for me to sit to show myself to her, when she sat in her usual location.

I was a few minutes early and needed a little liquid courage. I ordered two shots of tequila with salt and lemon. I thought about Monroe and wondered if she'd like seeing me. I was nervous but my desire to feel her eyes on me was far stronger than my fear. I ordered one more shot and ducked into the ladies room. I debated with myself for a minute, then opened by blouse and removed my bra and stuffed it in my bag, leaving the top buttons of my blouse undone. I took a shaky deep breath, checked my hair and face, and headed back to my spot at the corner of the bar.