My First Exhibitionist Girlfriend

Back to the earlier years of my fun with exhibitionism, this one with my first steady girlfriend in college.

First, I have to say that on our second or third date I got a clue about my girlfriend's willingness to push the boundaries... Someone had a house to themselves on a Saturday night and about 10 couples were invited.  After a couple of hours most people were making out - the sound of sloppy kisses and hands exploring - the usual. We were also getting on with business - pretty bold touching and grinding, in a large chair in a dark corner of the room - she was teasing me by stroking me along the top of my jeans, To my surprise, my almost brand new girlfriend calmly unzipped my jeans, and pulled out my already hard cock. Without saying a word, she slid down and started sucking me. I had been sucked - sort of - by another girl, but not like this, and certainly not when surrounded by a lot of people. Needless to say, the sensation of an incredible blow job, almost in public, was too much for me to enjoy for very long, and I blew my load into her mouth. She didn't skip a beat - swallowed every drop and sucked me dry, then zipped me up and continued the 'normal' make out as if nothing had happened.

The next day, I went to her house knowing she was home alone. I managed to tell her how incredible the experience was the night before, and she promptly repeated the act - only this time we were alone, but in complete daylight and not really sure when her roommates would return.

As our relationship continued, it became clear that she reveled in my love of risky nudity - and sex.  When we were in her home, her parents were completely unaware or unconcerned about us being alone in the room next to the one where they were watching TV. What they didn't know was that we were almost always sucking and finger fucking not 10' away from them.

She had lovely apple sized boobs, and I asked that whenever we went out together she didn't wear a bra. No problem. Tight T-shirts, blouses, you name it - she was totally uninhibited about being in public with her nipples poking against whatever she was wearing and even with almost see through material. This was the era of long, flowing hippy style skirts (sadly...) but not surprisingly, she agreed to go commando - no bra, no panties. While the long skirts didn't allow much in the way of flashing, we both knew that she was naked underneath and that was a massive turn on.

The long skirts did come in useful though - we would take walks in the woods and she would lie down and lift the skirt to reveal her pussy for licking and fucking. The potential for being seen was a massive turn on for both of us, but it never happened as far as I know.

The next level of her exposure was amazing. We would walk home from concerts along a fairly busy road - streetlights all the way. She wore a hippy style afghan coat popular at the time, with a T-shirt (no bra, of course) and jeans. It was late and the traffic was maybe a car in either direction once a minute. I suggested she didn't need the T-shirt, fully expecting her to wiggle out of it under her coat. Nope. She took off the coat and handed it to me to hold while she took off her shirt and handed it to me then asked for her coat in return. During this time we walked several steps and a number of cars passed us. I was so turned on that I wanted to fuck right there.... we didn't, but as soon as we were in the dark street of her neighborhood we found a wall we could hide behind and let rip on each other right there.

There were so many risky nudity and sex escapades with her - sometime I will write about them.  I still wonder what possessed me to split with her - but college had many other temptations and we went our separate ways. Fabulous memories. We are both married and ancient, and live in different countries, but we do trade notes every now and then.