The Naughty Exhibitionist

The Naughty Exhibitionist

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

One woman's adventure naked beyond the safety of her property turns into so much more...

Summary

One woman's adventure naked beyond the safety of her property turns into so much more...

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Submitted: August 16, 2017

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Content

Submitted: August 16, 2017

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The Naughty Exhibitionist

 

“Freeze!” called the stern command of a man.

The red and blue lights flashing at me gave some clue as who the man was along with the blare of the siren.  I jumped to a halt for a second before I could seek the cover of a bush nearby.

“I said don’t move!” he warned.

I stopped moving with a sigh and closed my eyes in defeat.  The bush was too far away now.  Damn!

Could anything be more embarrassing?  There I was in my own right mind trying my best to explain what the hell a 35-year-old responsible woman like me was doing stone sober running around the cul-de-sac I just moved into three weeks ago naked as a peeled apple. 

No, I take that back.  Peeing my pants in front of Toby Mayweather was just as bad if not worse because I had a wicked crush on him.  He scared the shit out of me (well actually pee out of me—ha ha!) as a practical joke by jumping out of the bushes in a Jason Voorhees get-up with a machete and it wasn’t even Halloween! 

My brother Jerry was friends with Toby.  In passing, my big brother told him how I had wicked nightmares for weeks after watching the Friday the 13th movies.  This marathon of gory murders was his bright idea for little kids like me and my younger brother Max to watch.  Bad idea.  Neither one of us could sleep crying for Mom and Dad.  Our parents went away for the weekend trusting Jerry to look after us since he was old enough.  Oh, me and Max survived the weekend somehow, yet the rest of the school year after the little practical joke had me labeled PeePants. 

Gotta love bratty ass boys!

Shaking my head and squinting my eyes, I could tell the police officer was still out of my view.  The lights of his squad car blinded me.  I heard someone climb out of it and slam the car door.  All I could do was cover my mound with my hand, and my arm folded over my nipples and areolas.  I hoped for the best. 

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” the officer commanded still some distance away from me, but I could see he was tall, built and had his hands on his hips.  “There’re children in this neighborhood for Christ’s sake!”

I opened my mouth to say something, but I did not know how to defend myself.  My face turned red not from embarrassment but pure anger.  “Now wait one goddamn minute here!  I’m not some, some sex-crazed pervert!”

“Well, I’ve reports all over the area of a naked lady peeping in windows, and oh my stars lookie what I have here!”

I shook my head wondering how did I even get here?  Best I start from the beginning…

From a very early age, I loved being naked.  Mom always joked that I hated wearing anything including my diaper.  Unlike my siblings, I learned to go on the potty very early.  The reason for this was because I hated the damn thing sagging at my bottom.  Even more I hated how clothes clung to me.  In so many ways, I felt like they held me down and suffocated me.  I never wanted any part of that feeling.

My happiest moment of the day was when I could come home to the comfort of my room and strip down to nothing, parading about in comfort.  Of course, having friends over became problematic because of the clothes thing.  I hid it well from them and grew up a regular run of the mill girl with a secret desire to be naked that never went away.

Over the years I learned that it wasn’t all in my head.  Unnatural fabrics really did irritate the hell out of my skin.  Mom wondered how in the world I came up with such an allergy she always chalked up to my preference.  Like I said, I hated clothes but learned to adapt and the best way I could do this was in natural fibers.  No man made stuff like rayon or polyester.  Only cotton for me or nothing.  Already you can guess my preference.

I breezed by college with a few boyfriends who never complained about my particular need to disrobe.  It pleased them perfectly to watch and admire me doing my normal without a stitch on.  For them, it may have been a sort of foreplay as I teased their senses until the payoff.  Or maybe not.  Hee-hee! 

I did like to tease and leave more hedonistic play for when I was in the mood.  Believe me, making them wait for the goodies was sometimes so much the better payoff.  If they thought they would get lucky every time just defeated the purpose of the game in my opinion.

Now feeling me up I never minded.  Neither did they every opportunity they could.  Hands and mouths only, of course.  That was half the fun for them because all my girly parts were so easily accessible for them.

Flaunting my nakedness in front of others was second nature to me from the beginning.  It didn’t change even as my body grew petite but average like my mother.  It wasn’t like I worked out either.  Eating right kept me at the same weight I had throughout most of high school.  The real plus with my age was that my boobs graduated to a B cup while remaining perky stars.

Yeah, the last thing I had ever been in my life was shy.  Don’t let my dark framed glasses, mousy brown eyes, and dark hair fool you.  Okay, I’ll admit to being a little nerdy.  I spent a great deal of my time reading and listening to classical music when not hanging out with friends or a boyfriend.

Really, being naked was never a sexual thing for me… at first.  I simply felt liberated in my skin.  No feeling like it made me so happy to be alive.  I wished people were not so closed minded about the human body.  It’s a beautiful work of art crafted to be exposed.  There was nothing adherently wrong with being bare all over.  The Europeans got this.  What the hell was the deal with uptight Americans?  So backward!  I swear I should have been born in France instead of this suburb of Columbus!

Nakedness for me was its own freedom of expression.  However, the way it became sexual for me was with my current boyfriend.  Roy loved that I was so open about being viewed naked and the joy I took in the activity.  In that, he was like my other boyfriends. 

Where he strangely deviated from the voyeur role of enjoying watching me in my skin outside my fence with his favorite binoculars was the other games he liked to engage.  Roy took his odd tendencies a step further as it were.  He lived to cook up scenarios where we could be caught and watched having sex in front of other people at the park, grocery store parking lot or the movies.

Even as I stepped out on my back porch of my house, I could not help but get a thrill.  Going outside naked and feeling the grass between my toes was such an exhilarating notion.  The weather for August was warm and sticky.  I planned on taking a dip in the pool to cool off later after some erotica reading from my favorite website.  However, first I wanted to just parade around the privacy of my backyard with nothing on but my glasses and i-pod.  Skipping and frolicking, I danced around to the Dream of a Witches’ Sabbath.  I laughed at the idea that I could be seen by my neighbors using the nature trails behind the new housing edition. 

Of course, I had wood fences up to ensure my discretion, but all someone had to do was look over the fence if tall enough.  I could easily see when people walked or biked passed my house.  Not my whole yard was visible to everyone back there but some.  There were blind spots, and I knew them all.  I liked being naughty as well as discrete especially where Roy was concerned out there.

Perhaps it was his influence that got into me tonight.  The moon was full and night gorgeous.  Roy had to work tonight, and I found myself feeling more than a little adventurous.  Leaving my i-Pod behind, I ventured beyond the back fence of my property. 

I could almost hear the trail beckon me, daring me to stand on it in all my naked joy.  Dare accepted!  I did a few jumping jacks and cart wheels before I hooted like a fool.  When I thought I heard someone, I ducked behind a tree.  The late night runner breezed by me none the wiser.  He never suspected I was there.

I skipped my way to the back gate of my property.  My grin turned quickly to a frown at my new surprise.  I let the back fence door shut instead of leaving it cracked!  It locked behind me.  Standing only 5’1” tall the fence might as well had been a mountain.  There was no way I was scaling the fence which was well over six feet tall.  Jumping several times, I could not even reach the top of it. 

Somehow, I maneuvered between houses in a panic to the front door of my house.  I peeked around bushes and made sure to hide from any curious eyes.  As it should be, my front door was closed tight.  No keys, no clothes, and no phone.  I was stuck outside my home very unsure what the hell I would do now.  I didn’t have a spare key outside my house.

Fuck!

And an hour or so later, I stand caught by the police as I tried to get the attention of my neighbors to help me get back into my house by calling my boyfriend at least.  While we didn’t live together, Roy was very handy with door locks.  In a previous life, he told me how he used to be a locksmith, but there was not a lot of money in that job.  Instead, Roy chose another profession that suited him just fine.

“You have the right to remain silent,” the police officer said as he snatched me around and slapped the handcuffs on my wrists.

I jumped at how cold they were because I was so hot by the feel of the cop’s wayward hand along my arm.  I shivered but not in fear.  My breath sounded from me in a pant I tried hard to control, but it wasn’t easy when I could feel the hard bulge of him growing in the palm of my hand.

“And if I refuse?” I snapped at him not understanding where I was getting all this mouth from to be giving the cop a hard time.  It wasn’t his fault I locked myself out of my house completely naked, but he was very much the cause of the wetness between my thighs once those cuffs clamped tight.

“Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law,” the officer droned on as he led me roughly to the back seat of his patrol car.  He opened the back door and then turned me to face him.  Then he shoved me in the back seat of his car.  He followed with his thigh between my legs.

“Do I have a right to an attorney?” I asked and almost laughed while trying to keep the role I played together.  The look of hunger in eyes let me know he was about done, too.

“Fuck the attorney!” the cop growled as he dove after my hard nipple.

“I think I need one for the kind of harassment I have received so far.”  I did laugh this time.

The cop unzipped his fly and chuckled with me.  His blue eyes were bright with mischief as he stared at me through the finger length blond hairs falling in his face when he removed his hat. “Oh, you haven’t even seen the kind of harassment I can put down but you will.”

I gasped when the cop suddenly opened my thighs wide, having a lick between them before he settled on my diamond in the rough.  His faint beard tickled my thighs.  I laughed again when I squeezed them closed.  “Awww, fuck, Roy!” 

The cop never let up on his play of me.  Biting my lip, I ground myself against his skilled tongue flicking my diamond like his favorite personal toy.  I glistened more for him as a result.  Evidently, what I produced was not near enough when he came up for air licking his lips, and I quivered breathing erratically.  His head moved away from the task before he really started working me up. 

Roy sucked his finger into his mouth and lowered it to my diamond for a bit of flickering play for a few moans before he stirred the same finger around my entry to jizz creek.  He elicited more moans from me but failed to make me come when he removed his finger playing with me to taste it.

“Mmmmm,” he groaned.

Afterward, Roy stretched my one knee over his shoulder.  I gasped.  When his mouth stole a kiss from my lips, that man root finally found my beaver!  Around his thickness teased the entrance of my vagina making me crazy with need already at a crazy height.  His hips pivoted around and around but not in.  I wanted him in me now! 

“Bastard,” I moaned while wiggling my ass beneath his sinking weight as the seat groaned with our actions so far. 

This roleplay was new and by far the most daring we’ve ever tried.  Naked and the thrill of being arrested by a cop was more than I could take.  I cried out as I strained to get more comfortable with my hands cuffed behind me.  I couldn’t, but this pain only seemed to make me more hot for Roy in how helpless I felt.

“I think you… like this… kind of treatment,” he commented in between tugs of his teeth on my nipples.

I squirmed through his torturous soothing kisses.  The cop knew how sensitive my nipples were; however, right now something else on me was aching for more attention.  “Shut up and fuck me, you pig!”

“Oooh, you’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”  He bit above my breast  to my shock but at the same time thrust his huge cock inside me. 

“Fuck, Roy!”  Tears came to my eyes because he never did that before.  He usually eased me into it.  It never hurt so good before, and when he slammed into me again just as full, I thought I died in the pleasure of his cock overwhelming me.  I was coming and could not help it in the all the veins of him moving me toward this end.

“Hold on, baby!” he growled while picking up a brutal rhythm that had my ass slapping in the seat and the cop car rocking. 

By the tenth thrust of him and his balls slapping on my rose hole, I shuddered all over that thick anaconda in my orgasm.  Crying out in the deliciousness that he was, I gripped him from within.  Roy did not care to linger.  That grinding tool had other ideas once flipping me over. 

My face was planted in the sweaty backseat with my hands still cuffed behind me and my ass in the air on my knees.  That’s when the clapping really started and my counting met its end.  Roy released the primal beast he could be.  He snarled as he forced me into his raw passion.  Each thrust now felt hell-bent on getting me off again.  I wanted to ease him and slow him down, but there could be no curbing the beast once released.  Roy drilled me into the cop car once more as I screamed obscenities I’m sure, but I was lost in the pleasure and just trying my best to breathe with all I felt happening to me.

“Come for me, baby!” he cried still drilling me with all he had to give.

I came breathless and shuddering again with the flow of his seed filling me.  I felt some of it spilling down my leg even as Roy still thrust inside of me.  When my eyes closed, I was washed away by the sensations that my boyfriend had me feeling.  I must have fallen asleep because I roused later back in the safety of my house.  A warm body slid under the covers with me in bed.  The scent of freshly showered skin, and his Old Spice body wash enveloped me like his arms.  I normally hated the scent but mixed with his natural scent it was yummy and soothing. 

A number of moments followed without us saying a word while we spooned.  I sighed again though, peeking at the alarm.  Daybreak arrived.  Roy’s night shift duty as a deputy sheriff was over.  I groaned with the shut of my eyes again.  I switched off the alarm before it sounded.

“Good morning, deputy,” I greeted sweetly.

“Good morning, ma’am.  Pleasant dreams?” my boyfriend asked at my ear before he kissed it.

“Oh, the best because of you.”

Roy kissed my neck and then my shoulder. 

“How was work?” I asked while stroking his arms holding me tight.

“Not very eventful at all until my break.  Maybe we can play the naughty exhibitionist again?”

I smiled as I turned in his arms.  I kissed his lips before touching his nose.  His blue eyes opened to me filled with hunger and made my heart rush.  “Oh, yes!”  A sly smile formed on my lips.  “And this time I’ll be the cop, mister.  I’ll make sure it’s a very long lunch.”

Roy chuckled and squeezed my ass tight before he let me go so that I could get ready for dayshift.  “I can’t wait, Sheriff.”

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