Am I a slut or just an exhibitionist?
I’m after some advice. Which, will become apparent why, I can’t ask my parents or even friends.
Even though I wore the shortest skirts and shorts when I was young I thought it was just cause they looked good, not because I’m an exhibitionist. Well last summer I found out I definitely am, and maybe more.
I live in Sydney and there are plenty of nude beaches. So, even though I’m only 16 and still in school, it’s easy for me to go to one. I told myself it was to avoid tan lines, but after my first time I realised I liked people perving at me in the nude. After a while I even started putting my towel as far from the water as possible so I would have to parade up and down the beach when I went for a swim! So far nothing too outrageous, it’s what happened after a week of visiting the beach that has me both troubled and excited.
My routine was to go to the beach on my way home from school. I’d walk down the path towards the beach then, when no one was looking, duck into the bushes to change out of my school uniform into a bikini. The beach was full of mostly men, some women, all over 40 and there I was a 16 year old school girl. I knew I looked young but I felt the schoolgirl bit was weird.
Anyway, one day while getting changed I noticed a person watching me from behind a tree about 5 metres away. I quickly got changed trying to hide my naked body then rushed down to the beach. I knew there would be perverts around, I just didn’t want to see them watching me. Or, so I thought.
That night I fantasised about the guy watching me and it turned me on. So much so I was hoping he would be there the next day. And he was!
This time I slowly got changed, even paused for a moment while I was completely naked. He stayed behind the tree, but I noticed his arm was moving frantically. Was he wanking?
That turned me on even more. The next day, sure enough, he was there. Only this time he started wanking before I even started getting undressed. I undid the buttons on my school dress. Then, with my dress still on, took off my bra and slowly wiggles out of my knickers. He actually leaned a bit to one side for a better view but still stayed behind the tree.
Then I slowly took off my dress. Completely naked, bald pussy on show, I stood running my fingers through my hair for about 30 seconds. My plan has been to then get in my bikini and leave but I was getting really turned on knowing he was wanking.
I squatted down, legs apart pretending to look for something in my school bag. Then, I don’t know what came over me, but I signalled for him to come closer. When he was about three metres away I put up my handing telling him to stop. There he was with his cock in his hand staring at my wide open pussy. I leans back, rested one hand on the ground and started spreading my lips and masturbating myself. He was wanking frantically, I was so hot I came almost straight away. Then he did too, all over the ground. I’d never seen a guy masturbate before. I’d had sex once but he came inside me so I’d never seen a guy cum. I orgasmed again. Then left.
I decided to never go back. What if he tried to fuck me? Or worse what if I wanted him to? Thing is, I can’t stop thinking about it and every time I do I have an enormous orgasm. I’m thinking of going back next summer.
Will I be safe? Am I a slut and if so should I find out or just bury the emotion?