The Journey of Female Exhibitionists at the Forest's Edge

The friends of her brothers had been laughing about female displayionism after they'd read related to it at a porn website. They were making jokes about women who want to be fucked and the next night, she was able to make named her desire.

Her long black locks dropped gently across her bare shoulders. Her Indian complexion was smooth and soft as she stared in her rear with nervous eyes. She opened the door to the front, with her shoes on as she slowly shut them behind her. She walked slowly to the end of the walkway on her feet.

Warm Indian summer evening air hugged her body, and her body let out a huge breath of relief. The thin white tank showed her erect dark nipples the brilliant moonlight. Short jean shorts outline her strong tummy. There were no panties on her and felt the jeans rub on her thighs while she moved.

When she walked along the dirt road towards the meadow that lies at the edge of the woods, she was thinking about the way her intimate fetish could be in her small town. The fear of being found guilty by the police, the thrill of female showmanship increased her nipples and her pussy got wetter.

She felt the tiny hairs, soft and silky on her upper thighs meet while she briskly strolled to her preferred spot, a grassy area located at the top of the hill close to a small stone situated at the end of the forest that overlooks the village.

In daylight, anybody would be able to see her from here. However, in the dark it was more difficult. The thrill of being spotted was not gone.

She raced up the hill with her breasts moving every move, the nipples gently rubbing against the fabric of her shirt and her erect clitoris peeking through her genitals to gently touch on the jeans as she moved.

The girl was already flushing, it was her favourite thing to do these days.

The act of muttering in the public.

She put her body on the rock. The cool rock pressing her back warm.

She took off her shirt and her black nipples emerged in the night, shining into the moonlight. She threw her dress towards the side and held her tits firmly.

Her eyes widened the city, the adrenaline was soaring and every sound of the forest creatures rustling in the leaves to her left made her body itch in the best way it could be.

She was fond of edging herself by keeping her shorts on as long as they could be and letting her pussy get wet on the fabric of denim. She placed her long, slim finger on the wet patch , pressing more forcefully.

With one hand resting on her breast, pressing her nipple while the other strained to not get her pants in her and rub her aching clitoris She looked around her for the first time in the weeks since she arrived.

She saw the young man from the village sitting on the top of the hill. He was playing music and enjoying a slumber under the sky's light. She pulled her jeans shorts off of her body and put them under her shirt.

She longed to be taken prisoner.

Her pussy was running and she could see her wetness reflecting off her large pubic hair in the light of the moon. She gently lowered her fingers to her now naked lower half and started massaging her labia, while being constantly vigilant to avoid touching her hairline.

Her genital walls were ablaze with passion as she fixed her gaze at the rear of the head.

Her feet were pressed into the soft grass before putting them back to the hard, cold stone. Her head was curved towards the moon while she grasped at her tits and rubbed her fingers openly against her fingernipples. She was absorbing every aspect of her excitement.

A soft, desperate moan escaped her lips. The young man turned. He must have thought that he was hearing something.

The pupils were expanding in anticipation of being caught. She allowed herself to be enticed by her desire. She finally let herself feel her clitoris and moved her hands back and forth. Her lips were so stiff they felt like stones in her fingers.

She groaned more, hoping with every ounce of her being to see him look at her from a distance and see her naked body, sexing with the light of the moon. She watched him remove his headphones and gaze at his face.

She sat in awe of him while he scanned the area with suspicion and she dipped her fingers into her wet sock. She groaned louder even, and then curved her neck with pleasure.

She shut her eyes and put her head back while she massaged the inside of her vagina using her fingers.

She turned her back.

A young male was looking directly at her.

She shook her fingers more carefully and didn't pause her gaze for more than a second. She was fascinated by his eyes watching her. Her love for her was fully realised. She was a complete female exhibitionist.

The young man lay down on his back, and then lifted his head with one arm while the other reached slowly to undo his pants.

It's true! she thought as she pulled her fingers into and out of her pussy , and rubbed her clitoris in desperate pleasuring gestures.

The person who was a voyeur pulled from his fully upright penis and began to stroke it. The cum-like droplets that formed around the edge of his penis caught lunar rays, sending her into a massive scream of excitement.

She spit out her breath. She was more intense than she had ever before. She screamed in pain and her voice was heard across the forest that surrounded her.

Her nipples were pulsing towards the stars, tiny beads of sweat dripping down her neck, and her long black hair stuck to it. Her vagina was throbbing and her sweat dripped down her anus down to the floor.

She sank back into the rock with her ears ringing, and a massive smile emerging around her eyes. Her watcher was moving his body, awed by the stunning spectacle he just witnessed.

She quickly gathered her clothes and then ran naked into the forest and left the man to enjoy her memories.