Jennie has always been comfortable being naked. After she turned 18 and started college, Jennie came to realize she felt compelled to be seen naked and to see other people's bodies.
In her final years of college she had a group of bohemian college friends -- men and women -- who spent as many days as possible at the nearby local nude beach. They were all completely comfortable being naked around each other on the popular beach. It was a happy time for Jennie; she was being her true self.
As with any nude beach, it had its middle-aged male gawkers, generally fully clothed and often with cameras they thought were unnoticed. Jennie's beach friends heaped them with scorn and she played along. But she went out of her way to get in their sight lines, leisurely strolling past them and even smiling at them while they leered. Once, while far from her friends, she stopped close to a handsome gawker and let him take pictures of her without hiding his camera. Not porn, but full nudity without a trace of self-consciousness. Being photographed completely naked by a stranger aroused her greatly.
Jennie had several boyfriends during college, but never managed a strong, lasting connection with them. After she graduated and started working for an environmental group, she met James, who worked at another non-profit. About the same ages and from similar backgrounds, they hit if off well and were living together six months later. They were a good match in many ways, though Jennie was not certain what she felt qualified as true love.
James often had visiting friends and colleagues -- men, women, and couples -- stay with them in the little house they rented. Couch surfing in the underfunded world of progressive non-profits was common. Since she worked from home, Jennie spent more time with their guests while James worked long hours at his office. She generally enjoyed their company, though some she could have done without.
Fortunately, Jennie discovered that the parade of visitors suited her sensual proclivities. An early guest was David, a tall, lean Texan. One morning after James left for work, Jennie was fixing breakfast for them. Before bringing it over to the small kitchen table, she loosened her silk robe so the belt barely held it closed. As she bent down to place the food before David, it opened wide, as planned, giving the lucky Texan a clear view inside the robe at her ample breasts and erect nipples, and maybe more. He took in the view. Jennie pretended to be oblivious and avoided anything else he might consider flirtatious. She was not trying to seduce him. She just wanted him to see her body.
A few visitors later, Amy, arrived. She was a runner and incredibly fit. Jennie became fixated on what Amy would look like naked. But she was no Jennie and did not parade around the house nude. So Jennie took matters into her own hands. Knowing Amy showered in the morning, Jennie positioned a towel rack that hung from the top inside of the bathroom door so it kept the door from fully closing. Right on schedule, Amy went in the next morning to shower. She tried to close the door all the way but gave up after a couple of pulls.
When she heard the water start to run, Jennie walked to the bathroom door and looked through the crack from the dark hallway. Her heart pounded. There stood blond, willowy Amy, pulling off the shirt she wore to bed and then sliding down her pink panties. Not an ounce of fat on her body, Amy's breasts were small and perfect -- with tiny pink areolas and large nipples. Her arms and legs were long and beautifully toned, her pussy clean-shaven. When she turned to get into the shower, Jennie marveled at her firm little ass. Stealing glances at Amy made Jennie so aroused she went straight to her bedroom and rubbed her pussy furiously until she came. She would have cried out from the intense pleasure, but she had a houseguest, after all.
Jennie's surreptitious acts to satisfy her desire to see and be seen continued. Jack and Maire stayed for a week in the extra bedroom. They had just returned from a beach vacation in Costa Rica. Their natural good looks were enhanced by their golden tans and relaxed demeanors. They were not careful about keeping their door closed and more than once Jennie saw them -- more or less accidentally -- in various stages of undress. They were yoga instructors and had the beautiful bodies to prove it; both were smoothly muscular and fit. Jack was over six feet tall, very handsome with dark hair and dark eyes. Marie was small and very blond, with deep blue eyes and a lovely face.
One evening after they all had dinner together, and several bottles of wine, it was time for bed. The couples headed off to their bedrooms. James was particularly tired after a hard week at work. He fell into deep sleep moments after his head hit the pillow. Jennie was not sleepy. The handsome couple were on her mind.
Quietly, she slipped out of bed. She was disappointed Jack and Marie's door was closed. But their light was still on. Unable to resist the urge, she went out the back door and walked around the corner of the house to the guest bedroom window. The light was still on and the curtains not fully drawn. Heart racing, Jennie looked in.
On their bed, Jack was lifting Marie's blouse over her head as she held her hands aloft. He bent down and gently held and kissed her lovely breasts. He turned his attention to her nipples, sucking and licking them. The windows were closed but Jennie could faintly hear Marie's moans. Instinctively, Jennie's hand went under her robe and she pinched her nipples, which hardened quickly.
Jack had Marie lay back on the bed. He slowly pulled off her panties, Marie lifting her hips to help. She had a thin strip of blonde hair leading to her delicate pussy. Standing next to the bed, Jack quickly pulled off his clothes. The sight of his strong, supple body gave Jennie a chill, then another when she saw his long, thick cock.
Marie moved to the side of the bed, taking Jack's growing cock in her hand. She got on her knees on the floor in front of him and eagerly took it into her mouth. Gripping him by the ass, she pulled him in, then sucked up and down his shaft, caressing his balls. Jack held still, a look of intense ecstasy on his face. Trembling, Jennie moved her hand from her nipples to her pussy, which was wet from watching them.
Jack slowly took his cock out of Marie's pretty mouth, then guided her back onto the bed. He parted Marie's shapely legs and put his face between them. Jennie's vantage point from the window was perfect. She saw Jack spread Marie's lips and lick her pussy tenderly, slowly at first then quickening his pace. When he sucked her clit, Marie cried out softly and gripped his strong shoulders. Marie gasped when he slid his long index finger into her wet vagina, then pushed it in and out as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Marie squirmed and made little sounds as Jack brought her to the edge.
He climbed on top of her. In one powerful thrust Jack filled Marie with this rock-hard cock. Through the window, Jennie heard Marie's moan. Plowing deeply into her, he gripped her ass tightly with both hands as Marie wrapped her legs around his waist. He whispered in her ear and Marie reached between them and started rubbing her clit while they fucked wildly. Outside, Jennie slid a finger into her pussy and moved it in time with Jack's deep thrusts into Marie.
After several minutes, Jack's thrusting and Marie's rubbing intensified until they both cried out from powerful orgasms. Afterwards, Jack lay atop Marie, kissing her lovingly. Then Marie reached over and turned off the light, sending Jennie scrambling from the window.
Aroused to the point of no return, Jennie returned to bed. She silently brought herself to climax as James she lay next to her, sleeping.
Watching Jack and Marie intensified Jennie's voyeuristic desires. That summer, she and James went to a weekend-long music festival. They camped at the venue with everyone else. The weather was beautiful and warm. Jennie wore her favorite festival-wear, including a tie-dyed shirt that was low cut and loose fitting, with large openings at the arms. She wore nothing underneath the shirt. Her tiny shorts offered fleeting glances of the cheeks of her fine round ass. She forgot to wear panties.
When she noticed people in the crowd -- men or women -- taking an interest in her outfit, she made a point of giving them little glimpses of her full breasts, large brown areolas, often erect nipples, and beautiful ass. She always made it appear she was accidentally exposed. She loved to catch the looks of desire as people "stole" glances at her sexy body. Jennie spent most of the festival aroused, what with all the opportunities for looking and being looked at.
Hot and dirty from spending a day listening to music in the dusty fields, she headed to the community showers adjacent to the camping area. As with public toilets, the line into the women's side moved slowly and snaked around the building. There was no waiting to get into the men's side of the showers.
Being an open-minded, hippie crowd, no one on the men's side took any particular notice when she walked in. Once inside, she got some friendly, inquisitive looks from the men in the dressing room area.
"The women's line is so long. Do you guys mind?" she asked, suspecting she knew the answer.
"Not at all," was the immediate consensus among the men, who tried to look nonchalant.
In front of three naked men who were drying themselves and dressing, Jennie slowly took off her clothes. She felt a rush from their furtive, appreciative glances.
She stepped into an available shower. The stalls were separated by shower curtains on rods, with another curtain at the entrance to each stall. As her water warmed, she pulled back the curtain between her stall and the next by nearly a foot. The adjacent stall was empty.
