A new exhibitionist in town

Hi Everyone,

I’m a regular at ISS for more than 10+ years and have written more than 50 stories. You can click on the author’s name just below the title to read my collection of stories. A brief about me. I’m a 40-year-old Tamil male in Bangalore. Average built, 6 feet tall and a black guy.

I had a few experiences of my own, which I have written about already. I also write stories of other women, too, at times, if it is exciting. In the last week of January, I was in a chat room where you can meet and chat with random people.

I met Anu (Name changed), who is a 27-year-old Brahmin girl from Srirangan in Tamil Nadu. Married for the last few years and been with her husband abroad. I told her about my writing habits. She read a few of them. This is how our chat panned out post that.

Anu: Hey, read your stories, and it’s good.
Me: Thanks, let me know if you didn’t like any of it.
Anu: It was fine, but could have been a bit more detailed.
Me: I don’t write much about what happens in bed, since everyone has their own way of thinking.
Anu: I didn’t mean it. I meant the pre-story.
Me: Oh, thanks. I will try to work on it going forward. Which story did you like?
Anu: Ruhi, the slut
Me: As expected
Anu: How?
Me: You being a brahmin, thought you might like it
Anu: I have a small request.
Me: Please tell me, Anu
Anu: Would you be interested in writing a story about me?
Me: With pleasure. But would love to talk to you first to make sure you are a female. Nowadays, a lot of guys chat in the name of a girl. Please do share your GChat or tele ids.
Anu: I’m not there on either of them. How about Insta?

It was a sweet surprise to me, because not many people prefer to share their Insta IDs with their real names. Then we exchanged our ids and started chatting on Insta.

Me: So, tell me about yourself, Anu. Have you had any experiences in the past?
Anu: I had a few relationships in the past before marriage. But it was all mostly situationships.
Me: And anything after marriage?
Anu: I met my ex-partners once or twice after marriage. But never got the chance to share a bed with them, as I moved immediately to *** after marriage.
Me: So, how about your hubby? Is he good in bed?
Anu: He is decent in bed, no complaints. But he is a little weird.
Me: Why so?
Anu: He is inclined towards being a cuckold.
Me: And he told this to you?
Anu: Yes, why?
Me: Oh, so you can try a 3 some with your hubby being a cuckold.
Anu: Oh, really, do people do that?
Me: Yeah, that happens more often than you think
Anu: Come on, I don’t think so
Me: My previous experience was with a cuck bottom couple, and the guy was more interested in sucking my cock than his wife. Every time she tried to suck, he would let her suck for just a few seconds, and immediately he would start to suck it.
Anu: Oh, really. So you are a bi?
Me: Mmm, yeah, I just let guys suck me. No kissing or ass fucking
Anu: Ok. Let’s see how it goes with my husband.
Me: Do let me know if you come to Bangalore with him next time. Would love to cuck him
Anu: I would love to see that

Me: So, which experience of yours do you want me to write about, Anu?
Anu: Some of my daring exhibitionism
Me: Oh, you love exhibitionism? That’s nice to hear. What have you tried?
Anu: I showed my naked ass from a car while on a Goa trip with my ex, and showed my cleavage and nipple to a bartender in a pub when I was working in Bangalore. But I would like you to write about a few other exciting experiences that happened in my current trip.
Me: What? You did exhibitionism in Srirangan?

For those who don’t know, Srirangan is an orthodox Tier 2 town, where even a girl in a Jean and a T-shirt is seen like an alien.

From here on, the story goes from the words of Anu. From when I was young, I had a liking towards showing my body to strangers and making them go mad. I came home in the first week of January and was bored without having sex. So, I tried to read a few stories and watch videos to satisfy myself.

But nothing helped calm the sex devil inside me. So I wanted to play the thing that I used to do pre-marriage. But doing such things in a small town like Srirangan might have a very bad effect if, at all, someone catches you. But I was in no mood to think about it.

Level 1: A trial with a delivery boy

I placed a food order from a local food joint, and I know there are no female delivery partners here. So, I was expecting a guy to come and deliver my food. The timer showed me 30-35 minutes for the food to be delivered. So, I took a nice shower, came out naked, and stood in front of the mirror looking at my beauty.

Wow, I was beautiful with 32C boobs, a sexy, curvy hip and a nice ass. I looked at the app, and it showed 16 minutes still and the name of the delivery guy as Sreenivasan. I wore a black bra, a very loose white kurti that goes just a little below my pussy.

And I didn’t wear any panties on purpose. This time again, I went and saw myself in the mirror, I was damn sexy with wet hair and a white top. My black bra was clearly showing the curves of my 32C boobs. I got a call from the delivery agent.

Sreeni: Ma’am, I’m in front of your house.
Anu: Open the gate and come inside.

I could hear someone knocking on the door, and I was more excited. I got goosebumps, and I felt a little bit of wetness in my pussy. Opened the door, and there was Sreeni with the food in his hand. I took it gently from his hand.

Sreeni: Ma’am, it’s 350 Rs
Anu: Wait for a while, Sreeni. I will get the money

I went near the table kept in the hall, placed the food on it and bent down a little to take the purse which I had purposely kept down. I’m sure Sreeni must have seen a little bit of my hairy pussy. When I turned back, I saw him sweating and not knowing what to do.

Poor Sreeni was a well-built, 6-feet-tall guy, must be in his early 20s and doesn’t know if he can approach me or not. I handed a 500-rupee note to him, and he took his purse to search for the change.

Anu: I’m hungry, Sreeni. Please make it fast.

Not sure if he understood my intention, his eyes scanned me one last time from top to bottom. He handed over the change to me and hurriedly went outside. I closed the door and went directly to the window to see his reaction. I guess his cock was trying to come out of his boxers.

So he adjusted it and went to his bike. Before starting the bike, he turned once again to see if the door would open. But poor Sreeni, had he asked face to face, in the heat of the moment, I might have let him fuck me as he wished.

I ran straight into the bathroom, opened the tape, showed my pussy in front of it and started fingering. (When we women are extremely horny, fast-flowing water from the tap is the best option to cool us down a bit)

Level 2: Braless on the streets

Two days went by thinking about my previous daring incident, and I kept fingering once in a while during those 2 days. I wanted to take my dare to the next level this time and thought, what if I go braless in this small town? I have tried it multiple times when I was in Bangalore. Couldn’t do it after marriage.

When I make decisions, I don’t delay things or postpone them. It was around 3 PM, and I planned to execute my plan the same evening. I waited till 5:30 PM and then wore blue jeans and a tight black crop top, which showed my navel. Of course, I wasn’t planning to wear a bra inside.

My nipples were pointing, and anyone could see them clearly. I only had 1 hour to roam around before it got dark. I walked on the streets of Srirangan without wasting a second, and without looking at anyone. I could sense a lot of eyes peering at my body.

Not just guys, even some women were looking at me with a bit of astonishment as I was looking like a foreigner showing her navel and hips on the streets. I went to a famous Uni sex salon in the town. Most of the guys/girls working there were from the North East.

They were awestruck to see a woman like this in this town. A Tamil lady was sitting in the reception. I asked her for a facial. I could see in the mirror, 2-3 guys who were sitting a little further away. They were ogling my ass and making some funny comments amongst themselves.

It made my pussy go wet, and I was cursing myself for wearing tight jeans. I could have tried a lehenga instead. I was asked to lie down on a recliner chair. Now, with me lying down, my boobs and my nipples were very much pointing upwards.

And since I was wearing a crop top, a large part of my hips and navel were also a feast to the guy. The girl smiled at me and started with the facial. I could see from the sides that the guys were having a good view of my nipples and scratching their pants.

There were a few girls who were teasing the guys and joining them in commenting about me. One of the guys was daring enough to come near me on the pretext of talking to the lady. She was giving me a massage, and he slightly rubbed his palms on my hips.

I started getting wet in my panties and couldn’t do much other than to enjoy his touches. He slowly moved his hands and went closer to my navel. Before that, the lady cut the discussion and made him move away from there. Once the facial was done, I started from there around 6:45 and paid my bill.

The guy who touched me earlier came near me at the reception. This time, he slightly rubbed my ass over my jeans. I could feel his palms on me, but I had to control my urges at that moment. I was so horny, I didn’t want to walk back, or else I might have let any guy who approached me and asked him to fuck me.

So, I took an auto and went home. As usual, I opened the tape and sat in front of it.

The Final Act: Be Nude

This time, I wanted to try an extreme dare of staying nude on my balcony at night. Though there will be hardly anyone on the streets, I wanted to feel the warmth of the fresh air on my body. I want to stay naked under the moon for a bit. I chose Sunday night.

The D day was there. I wore a saree, and my mom asked why I was wearing a saree and if there was any occasion. I somehow managed to convince her without telling the real reason. Everyone in my family and on the streets went to sleep around 10 PM.

By 11 PM, the streets were empty. I could hear the occasional howling sound of the dogs and the security whistling. I waited for an hour more, and at 12 AM, I went to my balcony. I looked on both sides, and I couldn’t see anyone on the road. Opposite my house was an empty lot, so no one was there to see me.

I slowly slid my pallu down and stood there for a minute with my blouse. Then I completely removed the saree and stood there with a blouse and a skirt. I could see the shadow of me on the roads. Wow, I felt happy inside. I suddenly heard a dog barking on the road, and there was some movement on the road.

I saw a 50+ guy riding a scooter going towards his home after a tired day of work. But he didn’t turn up to see me, I wouldn’t have minded even if he had seen me. Then I started unhooking the buttons of my blouse one after another. It took me a minute or two to slowly do this.

I took out the blouse finally. Now I was standing on my balcony with only my bra and a skirt at the bottom. With one swift movement, I removed the knot on my skirt.

I was standing with my black bra and panties. I didn’t feel any shame in doing it; it made me feel happy as I was fulfilling my long-time wish. I kept looking at my shadows and gave a few poses as though the moon was taking a picture of my beauty.

There are just 2 more small dresses on my body. I wasn’t in a hurry, but I was too excited, so I unhooked my bra and slid it through my hands. I could feel the breeze touching my nipples and the sensation that I got at that moment.

I haven’t experienced any such sensation in my entire life with any of my boyfriends or husband touching me. Then one last act was pending, and I didn’t blink twice, just removed my panties, and there I was. Finally, standing nude on the street with a cool breeze going through my pussy.

I wanted to feel more of it, so I opened my pussy walls with my fingers and let the air go into it. It was sensational, though it made the pussy go dry soon.

Finally, after standing nude for a minute or two, I decided to get inside. Once I went inside, I could feel the cum flowing right out of my pussy into my legs. I went to the washroom and started bathing in that cold water to calm myself down.

And finally, at 1 AM, I went to bed. I had the most peaceful sleep of my life, thinking of the recent incidents and of the many more to come in the future.

Thanks for reading my experiences, guys and girls. If anyone has any suggestions on my next dare, please email them to my friend at [email protected]. I will try to implement the ones that excite me the most.