If you knew me, you'd be totally blown away by what I'm about to reveal about myself. No one, I mean NO ONE who knows me could ever imagine how naughty I really am or some of the things I've done. You see, I was born a modern day Southern lady. On the outside, I do what is expected of me. I please my parents and my family, and most of all, I please my husband. I'm the perfect mom and the perfect wife. I'm also a 3rd grade teacher, a good one, and everybody in this little town knows me. I volunteer at bake sales and the like for this cause or that; I teach Sunday school. I'm the mom next door and a pillar of the community in this tiny little Southern town.
Oh, but you know all about Southern women, don't you? We're innately sneaky, yet have a strict moral code for behavior. For example, one unwritten, unacknowledged rule is when you hear about or see something naughty you MUST act shocked (even if you've done it yourself a thousand times). Another rule for women of Southern heritage is that it's okay to DO anything you want, but you can NEVER, EVER admit to it or speak of it. One must maintain the air of innocence at all cost. The most important facial expressions, "innocence" and "shock", must be practiced and mastered.
So I guess you could say I'm living a double life, the goody-two shoes vs. the very sneaky near nymphomaniac. As a matter of fact, any bad thing I do is all the more pleasurable when I'm being sneaky. The sneakier it is, the hotter I get! I suppose that's why voyeurism and exhibition are so appealing to me, I can be a very bad girl and still maintain my innocence. After all, YOU are the one looking, and how was I supposed to know? (wink, wink)
One of my favorite oh-so-naughty experiences happened at a hotel where I was staying while attending a workshop for teachers. The first evening, I just couldn't get to sleep. I was alone and so very horny. The hotel had a wonderful, big indoor swimming pool and hot tub. The pool area was lovely, with lots of plants and trees all around, and best of all, it was late and no one else was there. I slipped on my swimsuit, a black one-piece conservative number, and headed to the hot tub.
I slowly eased into the water, closed my eyes and tried to relax, but the hot, swirling, bubbling water assaulted my nipples and pussy and made me even hornier. Safe in the knowledge I was alone, it wasn't long before I began to fondle my nipples and rub my pussy through the thin material of my swimsuit. One of my best features, I think, is that I have really great tits—big tits, but quite perky with long, lovely pink nipples. God, they are so sensitive, and I love them sucked and squeezed and pulled. There in the water, I pinched and pulled my nipples through the material making them pert and hard. The bubbles and water churning between my legs felt so good too, I wanted so much to get out of that suit so I could feel the sensations even more.
Landing back in reality for a moment, I contemplated easing my shoulder straps down so I could get to my tits. I opened my eyes and looked around, and although I could see no one, this time I got the distinct feeling that there was someone there. Had someone been watching me? No, surely it was just my imagination, but at the same time a feeling of embarrassment and excitement ran over me. If someone was there, they were definitely hiding in the bushes watching me. Soon the embarrassment was gone and a thrill took its place--what if? The "naughty me" took over and decided if the spy wanted to see something, I'd give him something TO see (and at the same time do what I really wanted to do all along).
