Chapter 1
So, this was it—the day I had been dreaming of for what felt like forever. For years now, I had been slowly coming to terms with and exploring my exhibitionist kink. But before I dive into what today is about, maybe a little backstory will help explain how it all started.
If I really think about it, the first time I realized I had an interest in something like this was on my very first day of college at ASU. I had just moved into the dorms, nervous and excited to begin a new chapter of my life. Coming from a conservative, sheltered household as an only child, everything about campus life felt unfamiliar and exhilarating. It was all so new to me—especially meeting my roommate, Nora.
Nora was the complete opposite of me: confident, outgoing, and unapologetically bold. I remember that first night in our dorm like it was yesterday. We spent the evening talking and laughing, planning our first week of activities, but what we were most excited about was the upcoming toga party at the DKE fraternity. It would be our very first college party, and we couldn’t wait.
At the end of the night, just as I was starting to settle into this new world, Nora completely surprised me. Without a hint of hesitation, she stripped off her clothes to change into her pajamas, right there in the middle of the room. I must’ve been staring in shock because she caught my expression and laughed, saying, “Haha, don’t worry! We’ll be living together from now on, so you might as well get used to it.”
She was right, of course. We were going to be roommates for the whole year. Still, it was so far outside of anything I was used to. But wanting to fit in and follow her lead, when it came time for me to change, I awkwardly did so in the room with her. Unlike Nora, though, I was much more shy, turning my back and fumbling as I quickly swapped my clothes, trying to be as discreet as possible.
Looking back, I remember feeling a strange flutter in my stomach that night. At the time, I thought it was nerves, but now I realize it was something else entirely—arousal, excitement at the prospect of being exposed, even in such a small, innocent way.
When the day of the toga party finally arrived, Nora and I were giddy with anticipation as we got ready in our room, fashioning our togas out of bedsheets. We had no idea just how much that night would change everything for me.
I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the fabric of my toga for what felt like the hundredth time. It was modest, covering me from my collarbone to just above my knees, and I felt comfortable—perhaps too comfortable. Next to me, Nora was a striking contrast. Her toga draped seductively, revealing much more skin than mine, with a deep neckline and a hem that barely skimmed her thighs. She looked effortlessly confident.
Nora eyed me with a teasing smirk. "Oh, come on," she said, her tone playful. "How are you supposed to get any boy's attention wearing that? You look like you're wrapped in a potato sack."
I glanced at myself again and shrugged. "I don’t know if I even want that kind of attention."
She laughed, rolling her eyes as she flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Please, this is college! Live a little. You're only young and pretty once."
I blushed slightly at her words, feeling a small twinge of insecurity. I suppose I was pretty—5'6" with brunette hair that fell in soft waves, curves that filled out my clothes in all the "right" places, and an ass that, much to my embarrassment, had driven my high school classmates crazy. It was the kind of attention I had always shied away from, preferring to blend into the background.
Still, part of me wanted to break free from that. "Alright," I sighed, reaching up to adjust the toga. I repinned it, letting it fall off one shoulder so that the fabric dipped low enough to reveal the curve of one of my breasts. The hem now rested mid-thigh, just barely long enough to cover what needed covering.
Nora grinned in approval. "Now that’s more like it. You look hot."
I gave a half-smile, trying to ignore the sudden flutter of nerves in my stomach. "You think?"
"I know," she said, grabbing two shot glasses from the table. "Now let’s get some liquid courage before we head out." We clinked the glasses together, the sharp burn of the alcohol warming my chest as I swallowed it down in one gulp.
The party was in full swing when we arrived, music pulsing through the house, the air thick with the smell of sweat and alcohol. As we stepped inside, I could feel eyes on us immediately. I leaned toward Nora, whispering, "Why is everyone staring?"
She gave me a knowing smile. "Get used to it. You'll be getting plenty of looks like that here. College boys are all the same—they'd fly to Peru just to get a glimpse of your cute little body."
I laughed, though her words made me more self-aware. My cheeks flushed as I felt the weight of their gazes, but this time it wasn’t as uncomfortable as I expected. In fact, it was… exciting. I straightened my back, feeling a new sense of confidence, and we made our way further into the party, finding a group of girls we’d met in the cafeteria earlier that week.
We chatted, danced, and laughed as the night went on, and before long, the initial nervousness I’d felt started to fade away. As I moved, though, I noticed the fabric of my toga slipping ever so slightly down my chest. My first instinct was to fix it, to pull it back up and cover myself. But then I hesitated.
I glanced around at the party—at the boys who kept stealing glances, the girls who were laughing and carefree, the wild energy in the air—and I realized I didn’t want to fix it. I liked the attention, the thrill of being seen.
I left the toga as it was, the edge of my breast just barely visible, teasingly on display. That tiny decision sent a rush of adrenaline through me. I could feel the heat of eyes lingering, watching. And for the first time, instead of shrinking away from it, I embraced it.
That right there—that was the moment it all began. The beginning of me exploring my exhibitionist side, a part of me I hadn’t known existed until now.
Nora caught my eye and winked, as if she knew exactly what I was feeling. "Told you," she said with a grin. "This is just the beginning." Little did she know what she had just started.
Chapter 2
Today was the day 3 years later and after many adventures that I had planned my biggest exhibitionist outing yet. Morning had come and I was so excited but at the same time, a huge ball of nerves churned in my stomach as I stepped outside, still in disbelief at what I was about to do. I had dressed carefully—sneakers, a cute little skirt that barely brushed my thighs (and of course, no panties, I hadn’t worn those in ages), and my favorite tube top, the one so sheer that my nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. My backpack was slung over my shoulder, packed with everything I’d need for the day.
Stop number one: the grocery store. But not the one nearby—I wasn’t ready to be seen by anyone I knew just yet. So, I hopped on the bus and headed across town, choosing a route where anonymity was guaranteed.
The bus was mostly empty, and I found a seat at the very back, a little pocket of privacy that immediately sparked a thrill in me. With no one able to see me from the waist down, an idea crept into my mind. I glanced around—the bus driver was up front, his eyes focused on the road, and the only other passengers were scattered, oblivious.
I reached under my skirt, my fingers teasing my already wet skin. A 40-minute bus ride stretched out ahead of me, and I needed something to pass the time. Slowly, I began to touch myself, feeling the heat build as the minutes ticked by. The sensation consumed me, so much so that I didn’t even notice the man who had boarded the bus until he sat down, directly across the aisle.
I froze for a moment, locking eyes with him. A small smile crept onto his lips. He wasn’t shocked—he was amused. Oh, I thought, looks like my exhibition started sooner than planned.
His eyes flickered down, clearly aware of what I had been doing. I bit my lip, letting the moment simmer, then motioned for him to come sit beside me. His smile widened, and without hesitation, he slid into the seat next to mine.
I leaned in, my breath brushing his ear. “Do you want to see more?”
He chuckled softly, his voice low and eager. “Of course, baby. Who wouldn’t?”
With a teasing grin, I unzipped the front pocket of my backpack, revealing the collection of anal plugs I had brought with me. His eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise and arousal flashing across his face. “Pick one,” I whispered.
He didn’t even pause before reaching for the largest one—a blue and pink tentacle-shaped plug, easily ten inches from tip to base, its thick, swirling ridges designed to stretch even the most seasoned. I had expected as much—men were always so predictable.
“Well, who am I to argue?” I murmured, taking the plug from his hands. The sight of it sent a thrill through me. I loved the slow, torturous stretch of something massive forcing its way inside, especially when I was still so tight, unprepared, and dry.
I shifted in my seat, leaning back slightly as I lifted my skirt and parted my cheeks. My breath hitched as I began to work the plug inside, inch by inch, each ridge stretching me more than the last. I winced, gritting my teeth as the pain mingled with the pleasure, the thick tentacle forcing my body to accommodate it. The man beside me watched intently, his eyes fixed on the struggle I was enduring.
Finally, with one last push, the plug settled inside me with a satisfying pop, nestled snugly against the base. My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, the ache of the plug filling me completely.
“Wow,” he said, his voice thick with arousal. “Those were some serious grimaces you were making. That was really hot.”
I glanced down and saw the bulge pressing against the front of his pants. He wasn’t lying—he was clearly as turned on by my performance as I had been by the act itself.
Before anything else could happen, the automated voice announced, “Next stop, Cleveland Avenue.”
I laughed softly. “That’s my stop,” I said, standing up and grabbing my bag. “Sorry to leave you hanging.”
With that, I practically skipped off the bus, every step sending a delicious wave of sensation through my body. The thick tentacle plug pressed deeply inside me, teasingly rubbing against what felt like my lungs. I could already tell—it was going to be an interesting day.
Chapter 3
As soon as I arrived at the grocery store, I made a beeline for the produce section, determined to find exactly what I was looking for: a cucumber. My eyes scanned the selection until I found a perfect one—thick, long, and about the same size as the plug still shifting inside me with every step I took. The sensation of the plug pressed so deeply inside me had kept me on edge the entire bus ride, and now, I was ready for more.
With the cucumber in hand, I casually strolled through the store, pretending to browse while searching for an empty aisle. I needed privacy for what I had in mind. After a few minutes, I found the perfect spot—the dog food aisle. It was deserted.
Quickly, I slipped the cucumber up under my shirt, then slid it down beneath my skirt, pressing it against my slick, swollen entrance. After everything that had already happened today, I was soaked. The cucumber slid inside with almost no resistance, my body eagerly accepting it. But keeping it in place while I walked? That was going to be a challenge.
Good thing I had come prepared.
I crossed my legs tightly, holding the cucumber in place as I reached into my backpack, pulling out a roll of duct tape. With a mischievous grin, I ripped off a long strip, then carefully ran it from my panties' waistband, down between my legs, and all the way up my ass crack, securing the cucumber firmly in place. The cold tape sent a shiver through me as it pressed against my skin, the sensation of being taped up like that only heightening my excitement.
Satisfied with my handiwork, I straightened up and headed toward the refrigerated section to find the next item on my list. Each step was incredible. The cucumber moved inside me with every motion, rubbing against the plug nestled in my ass, the two toys pressing and grinding against each other through my internal walls. The friction was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure through me with every step. I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan. The sensations were so intense that I was on the edge of orgasm just from walking.
I quickly grabbed the whipped cream I had come for, trying to keep my composure. But now came the tricky part—getting through the checkout without anyone noticing what I had done. The thought of someone finding out, of knowing what I was doing in public, made my heart race with a dangerous thrill.
I made my way to the register, placing my items on the conveyor belt, doing my best to look nonchalant. The cashier—a young boy, probably just out of high school—began scanning the items, his eyes focused on the task at hand. But as I stood there, the pressure of the cucumber and the plug inside me became nearly unbearable. Each tiny shift, each movement, sent ripples of pleasure through my body.
I could feel myself losing control.
The boy glanced up at me, his eyes flickering with curiosity, as if he sensed that something was off. His gaze moved down briefly, and then back up to meet my eyes. I could feel his attention, the weight of his gaze, and it only heightened the already overwhelming sensations coursing through me.
The cucumber shifted deeper with every subtle movement of my hips, pressing against the plug nestled inside me, the friction sending me right to the edge of release. My pulse quickened, my breath coming in shallow bursts as I tried to hold myself together. But I could feel it—building, surging, unstoppable.
He handed me the receipt, his fingers brushing mine for the briefest moment, and that simple touch sent me over the edge.
The orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing through me with a force I wasn’t prepared for. My legs trembled, and I gripped the counter, trying desperately to keep my face neutral as the pleasure exploded inside me. The cucumber and the plug rubbed mercilessly against each other, intensifying the sensations until it was all I could do not to gasp aloud. My heart pounded, my body shuddered with the release, and I felt my knees nearly give out beneath me.
The cashier’s eyes lingered on me, his brow furrowing slightly as if he knew—he couldn’t possibly know—but he could tell something had just happened.
I forced a smile, biting my lip to keep from moaning, and muttered a quick “thank you” as I grabbed my bag, barely managing to keep my legs steady as I turned and walked away. The intense sensations still pulsed through me, echoing with each step, but I managed to make it out of the store, my body still buzzing from the high.
As I stepped into the fresh air outside, I allowed myself a quiet, satisfied smile. That had been far more intense than I’d planned, and the fact that I had just climaxed in public, with a stranger none the wiser, made it all the more thrilling.
Chapter 4
My next stop was where the exhibitionism truly began. So far, it had been relatively tame—just a single man on the bus and a little grocery store fun—but now it was time to really show off. I headed to the local Planet Fitness, fully aware of the cucumber and plug still inside me. At the front desk, I got a free trial pass for the day, trying my best to look casual.
Once inside the locker room, I made my way to a toilet cubicle, removing the plug and cucumber with a quiet sigh of relief before walking, completely naked, across to a bench. The envious glances from the other women made my skin tingle. Their jealousy over my body only made me want to flaunt it more.
From my backpack, I pulled out my gym outfit for the day: a cute, light-blue matching set of yoga shorts and a sports bra. The shorts, however, had a little "accidental" rip right up the seam, so if I bent over, my entire pussy and asshole would be exposed to anyone lucky enough to see, but when standing, nothing was visible. After admiring myself in the mirror, I headed out to the gym floor.
First up was the bike. I pedaled away, feeling the seat press deliciously against my still-soaking pussy, reminding me exactly why I was here. After that, it was time for squats—my favorite. Cute, sure, but I was strong, too, and no workout started without some heavy compound lifts.
I chose a squat rack directly in front of a group of high school boys who were benching. As I set up, I could see them adding more weight to the bar, eager to impress. I warmed up with just the bar, enjoying the breeze on my exposed pussy as I squatted deep. With each rep, I knew I was giving them an unobstructed view, and the whispers and excited glances I caught in the mirror only made me wetter.
As I worked my way up to my top set at 185 pounds, I could feel the stares of more people around the gym, sneaking glances during my sets. Each look sent a jolt of excitement through me, and the throbbing between my legs intensified.
Next up was glute bridges with a barbell. I positioned myself facing two tall, muscular guys in their late 20s, figuring they'd enjoy the show. As I set up for my first set, I caught the taller one noticing immediately, whispering something to his friend. By the second set, they were both watching, trying to be discreet, but the growing bulges in their gym shorts told me all I needed to know.
Before my third set, they approached. "Hey," the tall one said, "we noticed your shorts have a hole in them, just thought you’d want to know."
Feigning embarrassment, I replied, "Oh no! These are the only shorts I brought today."
"I’ve got an extra pair in my locker," the shorter one offered. "You can have them if you want."
"Such gentlemen," I said with a playful grin. "I’d love to."
They escorted me toward the lockers, but as we passed a single-stall restroom, I grabbed both their hands and pulled them inside. "For being so considerate," I whispered, "I’ve got something to offer you in return."
Inside the restroom, I turned to face them. "I can see the effect I’m having on you two… Want to see the full package?" They exchanged a quick glance, grins spreading across their faces as they nodded.
Slowly, I began to strip, running my hands over their bodies, teasing them with each article of clothing I removed. By the time I was completely naked, their shorts were tenting from the size of their erections. I dropped to my knees and pulled their shorts down, revealing their impressive, thick cocks. "Holy fuck," one of them breathed. "I can’t believe this is happening."
I locked eyes with him, taking his cock in my mouth, sliding it all the way down my throat until my nose pressed against his abs. I loved the feeling—the weight of him, the way it made me feel like an object of pure pleasure. I stroked his friend's cock as I switched between them, savoring their reactions as shivers of pleasure coursed through their bodies.
But soon, the teasing became too much. I needed more.
I stood up, placing my hands on the sink, bending over and shaking my ass. "Come on, who’s first?"
The brunette stepped forward, his hand firmly on my hip. He paused for a moment, admiring my figure before spanking me hard on my right cheek.
"Eep!" I let out a yelp as he rubbed his cock along my dripping pussy, teasing me, before finally plunging deep inside me in one swift motion. He began thrusting hard, making me gasp. "Interesting," I said between breaths, "starting with the pussy."
He groaned, "Didn’t think the other hole was an option."
His words sent a delicious shiver down my spine. Without hesitation, he pulled out and, in one rough motion, pushed deep into my ass. "Eep!" I cried out again, the shock of it sending waves of pleasure through me.
He alternated between my pussy and ass, pounding both relentlessly until my legs were shaking, my body barely able to keep up with the intensity. "Don’t be a hog," I gasped. "Get on your back so you can share."
He laid down, and I climbed on top, sinking him into my pussy as I motioned for his friend to join. His friend hesitated. "I don’t know… I struggle with… you know…"
"Premature ejaculation?" I finished for him with a smile. "Don’t worry. Just come enjoy yourself."
Encouraged, he knelt behind me, pushing into my ass. "Ahhh!" I cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation of both cocks filling me at once. The pleasure was indescribable as they pumped furiously, driving themselves deep into me with no restraint.
"I’m gonna cum," one groaned. "Me too," the other echoed.
Their thrusts became erratic as they both released inside me simultaneously, their cum filling me completely. The sensation sent me spiraling into a mind-blowing orgasm, my body convulsing with pleasure as we collapsed together, a panting heap of tangled limbs.
After a few moments of catching our breath, I stood up, still filled with the thrill of it all. I left my ripped clothes behind, running out of the restroom, completely naked, cum dripping from both holes. The stunned looks from the two men in the hallway only added to my excitement as I sprinted toward the women’s locker room.
I threw on my skirt and tube top, feeling the cum still sliding inside me as I headed back to the bus. As I sat on the ride back to campus, I couldn’t help but smile, already wondering how I could possibly top this next time.
