Edge of forest: the journey female exhibitionist

After finding something on a porn website about female exhibitionism, her brothers had been laughing about it with their friends. She heard them laughing at women who were caught fucking, and she knew that was what she wanted.

As her long, black hair fell gently across her shoulders, her Indian skin softening and supple, she looked nervously behind. With her shoes in hand she opened the front door and closed it quietly behind her. In her bare feet, she walked along the walkway.

She felt the warm Indian summer night air wrap around her body, and let out a deep sigh. In the bright moonlight, her thin white tank showed off her dark, erect nipples. Her firm thighs were perfectly highlighted by her jean shorts. She didn't have any pants and could feel the denim rub against their labias as she moved.

She walked along the dirt path towards the forest edge and thought about the taboo that her fetish might be. She was terrified of being caught and the thrill of female displayionism made it harder to nipple and make her wetter.

As she briskly walked towards her favourite spot, she felt her small, soft, overlapping hairs on her inner thighs as they rubbed together. It was a grassy area at the top of a hill next to a small boulder on the edge of the forest overlooking the village.

While anyone could see her at this point in the daytime, it was more difficult to do so at night. It was still thrilling to be caught.

She raced up the hill, her breasts bouncing as she walked, her nipples rubbing against her shirt, and her erect clitoris peeking through the fabric of her blouse to gently rub the denim.

It was her favourite thing now, she was already getting flushed.

Masturbating in public.

She leaned against the boulder. She felt the cool rock press against her back.

She took off her shirt and noticed that her dark nipples were catching the moonlight. She pulled her shirt over her shoulder and gripped her tits with both hands.

Her eyes were drawn to the city. She was high on adrenaline and felt every sound of forest creatures making their way through the leaves make her skin crawl.

She liked to edge herself, leaving her shorts on for as long as she could. This allowed her to feel her pussy wetting denim fabric. She ran her long, thin finger across the wet patch with a firm hand and pressed even harder.

She pressed her breast against her breast and tried to pinch her nipple. The other hand was trying to keep her from reaching into her pants, causing her to feel pain in her clitoris.

A young man from her village was sitting on the hill. He was listening to music, basking in the moonlight. She took her denim shorts off and placed them next to her shirt.

She wanted to be captured.

Her pussy was so dripping that she could see her wetness in her thick, darkened pubic hair in moonlight. She reached her bottom half, barefoot, and began massaging the labia. Be careful not to touch her clitoris.

As she locked eyes on the young man's back, her vaginal walls started to ache with desire.

She pressed her heels into the soft grass, and her back into cold, hard stone. She leaned forward towards the moon, grasping at her tits and rubbing her open palm against it. She felt every aspect of her arousal.

A soft, desperate moan escaped her lips. The young man moved. Evidently, he thought he had heard something.

She could feel her pupils dilate with anticipation and she gave in to her lust. After rubbing her clitoris back and forth, she finally let herself touch her clitoris. Her nipples felt so hard that they felt like rocks.

She groaned more, wishing that he would see her naked body, masturbating under the moonlight, and not look at her. He took out his headphones and looked around.

He looked suspiciously at her, and she sank her fingers into his dripping wet pussy. She groaned louder and rubbed her chest in delight.

She closed her eyes, threw her head back, and began to touch the inside walls of her vagina using her fingertips.

She turned around and looked up.

The young man stared directly at her.

She inspected herself more carefully and maintained eye contact with him for the entire time. He loved her watching. She had fully realised her fetish. She was a complete female exhibitist.

The young man sat down on his stomach and supported his head with one arm. As the other reached down, he unbuttoned his pants.

Yes, she thought as her fingers pushed in and out her pussy and she made desperate pleasuring movements to her clitoris.

The voyeur took out his fully erect penis , and began to stroke it. His penis tip was covered in cum droplets that caught the moon's rays, causing her to feel a surge of sexual energy.

She had an orgasmic experience with. She had never experienced such intense orgasmic pleasure before. She groaned and her voice echoing through the forest trees behind her.

Her nipples pulsed towards the stars, sweat beads on her neck, and her thick, black hair was stuck in it. Her vagina was throbbing and her wetness fell to the grassy ground.

Her ears ringing, and her smile growing larger, she fell against the rock. The powerful sight that she had just seen left her watcher dazzled, and he was still slowly stroking him.

She quickly gathered her clothes and ran naked through the forest, leaving behind the young man to enjoy her memories.