Exhibitionism
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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Exhibitionism
My name is Carol and I’m twenty two years old. I’ve not had much of a sex life so far, mainly because I keep picking losers. To say I haven’t found a decent man yet would be an understatement, but having good sex was about to change.
I visited my friend Stacy that night and she looked angry, so I asked what was wrong. She sat me down and told me the tale of what had happened to her that day, and I couldn’t believe it.
She’d gotten on the train at five as normal on her way home that Friday, as she commutes to and from work. Now normally she would’ve gotten a seat, but on this day her boss had made her late for the train, apparently he wouldn’t stop talking to her and she’d only just made it. Unfortunately it was standing room only, so she made her way to the end of the carriage and hung on.
On the very first stop she knew what to expect, because without fail the students would always fill the carriages up on a Friday as a lot of them went home for the weekend. Until now she’d never had to face them directly because she normally had a seat, so she braced herself for the uncomfortable ride home. It was about half way home when something happened she felt a hand on her thigh and tried to move a little out of the way.
Seconds later she felt two hands, one was touching her butt and the other her leg. She apparently tried to see who was doing it, but was so cramped she couldn’t even turn. It was when someone actually ran their finger over her panties and she could feel the tip brushing her pussy that she lost it. She screamed to stop them and suddenly there was no one touching her anymore.
“So let me get this straight, someone was actually trying to feel you up?” I said in response.
“Yes, the filthy bastard and I don’t think it was just one of them either. I think they were all in it together, covering for one another.”
Now I didn’t say anything other than to agree with her outrage, but this sort of turned me on. I remember thinking ‘I wonder how far they would’ve taken it all had she been agreeable,’ as we carried on talking about it.
The more I remembered of that conversation the more I felt compelled to put it to the test. I’d always been a bit of an exhibitionist at college and remembered how many times I used to tease the guys. It took another couple of days to really decide, but once I had I knew I wasn’t going to back out.
It felt like a long week after that night, and I remember going to my closet to sort out what I would be wearing. I’d been trying to convince myself that all of this was silly, but to no avail. I simply had to find out just how far these guys would take it and the more I thought of that the harder it was to forget it.
When Friday did come around I’d chosen to wear a very short skirt, which happened to fit the weather, it was very hot, and a loose blouse that barely touched the top of my skirt and gave me a good cleavage. When I looked in the mirror I couldn’t help thinking how slutty I looked, but that just made me feel even hornier. I wore high heels, and made my way to the train station.
I received quite a few wolf whistles along the way, but I was used to that. I’d decided to spend the day in the city and buy some much needed clothing, and then get something to eat around midday. That took care of the morning, but the afternoon seemed to drag until finally I found myself at the station at around five and waited out of sight for my friend to appear. When she did I watched which carriage she got onto and immediately chose another one.
I simply couldn’t have her knowing what I was doing, mainly because we were complete opposites when it came to sex. What I was contemplating doing here wouldn’t even have crossed her mind; in fact I used to think that she was a bit of a prude. I did understand though how some people would react to a situation like the one she’d described, I mean we can’t all be sexually liberated can we?
So anyway, there I was sitting down and waiting for the train to move off, and when it did the carriage was full and there were already four people standing. As luck would have it one of them was an elderly gentleman, which gave me the ideal opportunity to stand up and offer him my seat. He took it and I was now standing near to the restroom, and the only thing behind me was the next carriage.