Exposure in the countryside

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I am a senior high school girl; after dating one boyfriend, I don't want to date anymore, perhaps because I'm quite independent; I feel less restrained and free when I'm alone! I like to go out for coffee with friends and gossip, and I often hear about my friends' bad relationships with their boyfriends, which further solidifies my mindset of not wanting to date. However, I have a hobby that my friends don't know about. In their eyes, I'm a well-behaved girl, but they don't know my lifestyle in private. I live alone in an apartment, without any family. My parents have gone to work in the north. Coming home is my own space and pace of life; I don't have to cooperate with anyone or pay attention to the details of life...
Whenever I'm at school, I unintentionally hear some classmates making dirty jokes. Sometimes the content is so funny that I can't even laugh. My classmates can laugh until their faces are contorted, but I just feel really bored. And if they knew about my behavior, I believe I would be crowned (the "avant-garde queen of dirty jokes"). I rushed home after class on Friday afternoon and quickly changed out of my sneakers and uniform! Because it was so hot, I just wanted to wear a simple t-shirt and underwear. Anyway, I was home alone; the world was my oyster. My house is in a small rural area in the south; around 7 or 8 pm, there are hardly any people on the streets, maybe just a couple of cats.
I went to the living room, opened the refrigerator, and grabbed a bottle of drinks to quench my thirst. Maybe because I was only wearing a t-shirt and underwear, it felt incredibly cool when I opened the fridge! I squatted in front of the fridge, rummaging through it but couldn't find anything to eat; I guess I'll have to go out and restock later. Because of the heat, I didn't want to go out at all. Although I couldn't find anything to eat for dinner, I just kept squatting in front of the fridge enjoying the coolness. So I took off my t-shirt, revealing my breasts. My chest isn't particularly large, but my 32B bust is much prettier than what I usually see online.
I pressed the drink bottle against my neck and slowly slid it down to my chest; the coolness and excitement were indescribable. I touched my nipples with the bottle, feeling a rush of coolness through my body; and my nipples gradually became erect. So I took off my underwear and went naked to the refrigerator to find food! I grabbed a small can of drink and held it against my vulva; because it was fresh from the refrigerator and placed on my most sensitive area, I couldn't help but shiver!
Unconsciously, I wanted to masturbate, so I slowly sat down on the ground. Perhaps because the can was too thick, I felt like my vulva was about to burst! I was afraid to try the next step and got up to buy something to eat. Just as I was about to stand up, my legs slipped and I sat down on the ground! ~Ah~~ The entire bottle of drink was inserted into my vulva; but the pain disappeared instantly, replaced by a cool sensation, and the can filling my vulva completely—it was so stimulating and unlike anything I'd ever experienced before! I started swaying my hips on the floor, letting the drink bottle slide up and down against my genitals. The feeling was so comfortable and solid! With each thrust and friction, I became increasingly excited, so I increased the speed and intensity of my hip movements, experiencing orgasm after orgasm, involuntarily letting out soft moans. Finally, when I was completely exhausted, I took the drink can out. The surface of the bottle was covered in a layer of damp droplets; I didn't know if it was condensation from the refrigerator or the vaginal fluid from my genitals.
Thinking about it, I felt hungry; I went back to my room to get dressed and then went to the nearby grocery store to buy something to eat. As I returned to my room to find clothes, my usual leisure activities came to mind again, so I casually threw on a t-shirt; without even putting on underwear, I took a short skirt from the closet, the hem reaching just above my knees; of course, I wasn't wearing any panties!
I went downstairs to get my bicycle. Since it's a rural area, there aren't many people on the streets around 7 or 8 pm. My apartment neighbors are probably all going to other cities for Saturday. Although it's sparsely populated, one advantage is that it's relatively peaceful and there are no security problems! So I rode my bicycle to the general store. The road was lined with rice paddies and open spaces, passing a small park and a short bridge. The park was about the size of five or six cars, and it was only around 7 pm. In another ten or twenty minutes, I'd see a group of preschool-aged boys playing there!
At the general store, I grabbed a few bowls of instant noodles, some snacks to eat while watching TV, and some other miscellaneous necessities. I went to the counter to pay. At that point, I casually bought a small chocolate bar for ten to twenty yuan from the plastic bucket on the counter! They were about the size of M&M's, the only difference being their round shape, like udon noodles; and they came in small, one-centimeter-long strips. Ten yuan got me twenty pieces! I also grabbed a few coin-shaped chocolates wrapped in gold foil; these were a bit more expensive, costing three yuan each, but they were worth it.
The shopkeeper seemed to notice I wasn't wearing a bra. In the countryside, most grocery stores are run by men in their fifties or sixties—his eyes weren't on what I bought, but rather fixed on my protruding nipples. I really hoped he'd make a mistake with the bill! Luckily, I usually wear loose clothing, otherwise my nipples would have been very noticeable. As I left the store, the shopkeeper said, "Miss, come again sometime." Please—I know what you're thinking without even thinking,
and you're so nearsighted, how could you possibly see my nipples?
I rode my bike home, arriving at the small park I'd just passed! Sure enough, a group of boys were out playing. I parked my bike by the roadside and walked to a small stone bench in the park.
Sitting on the bench without underwear felt especially cool. On the stone table were the snacks and dinner I had just bought. Upon closer inspection, the group of boys looked different from the ones I'd met a few days ago! Only one of them was the boy I'd met while playing a few days prior. I took out the small chocolates I'd bought and started eating them. Children in the countryside are generally quite outgoing, and some began to slowly approach me when they saw me eating.
The boy I'd met a few days ago was the first to run over, and I handed him a few chocolates. A few chocolates weren't enough for three or four children, so this time the whole group came to me. Without even thinking, I knew what they wanted. So, I eagerly started playing our previous game. First, I showed them two chocolates in my palm; then I reached into my t-shirt, quickly pulled my hand out, and tightened the bottom edge of the t-shirt! At this point, the shape of my nipples was clearly visible! So I asked the children, "Where did I hide the chocolates? Whoever guesses correctly gets to eat them!" Perhaps the children weren't cunning; they simply reached out and pinched my nipples!
Because they looked just like two chocolates, their small, weak hands could pinch my nipples with just the right amount of pressure; and it gave me wave after wave of excitement! If they pinched any harder, I might moan, so I quickly reached into my t-shirt and pretended to take out the chocolates, offering them to the children who guessed correctly as a reward.
In reality, the chocolates were always in my hand; it was just a matter of whether I pulled my t-shirt down to expose my nipples!
I let them guess where I was hiding my nipples again and again, and five or six children took turns pinching my breasts, feeling incredibly pleasurable. When all the small chocolates were gone, the real fun began; I then took out coin-shaped chocolates, and the children's eyes widened in surprise—the appearance was the biggest lure for them. I took a chocolate from the bag; again, I held it in my palm for them to see, this time I put my hand inside my skirt and tucked the chocolate under my thigh! I told the kids that they'd get the chocolate if they guessed where I hid it, and they couldn't touch my skirt to guess correctly. Five or six innocent little boys squatted down and peered under my skirt, of course they couldn't see where I hid it because the skirt was a bit long!
Some kids said, "I can't see it at all! You're lying!" So I said I'd give them one more chance, and if they couldn't guess, I'd go home. The kids were even more eager to get their chocolate! Luckily, I spread my legs and pulled my skirt up to my thighs. Squatting down, I could see my entire private area; completely exposed for the kids to see for free!
A group of children kept looking around at what was inside my skirt. Of course, they wanted chocolate; they didn't understand female genitalia, and they were still very young. They were such clueless little devils!
They didn't even know the word "underwear" because they weren't wearing any. Otherwise, if they blurted out, "Sister isn't wearing underwear," I would have been completely flustered. After a while, they still couldn't find it. To keep their interest from waning, I suggested we go to the stone table across the street and have them guess again. Mainly, because my stone table was only a short distance from the roadside, I was a little hesitant. So, when we got to the stone table, I stood there without sitting down. Some of the mischievous children immediately grumbled, "It's so dark here, and you're standing, we can't see anything!" I deliberately laughed and said, "You're so silly! How can you find it by looking? You have to use your hands!" As soon as I finished speaking, a group of children's hands started touching my thighs, and some even slid their fingers directly over my private parts, sending shivers down my spine.
Then, I deliberately said, "If you still can't find it, sister has to go back!"
One or two children hurriedly asked to wait a little longer, assuring them they would find it. So I hid the chocolate again; this time, I actually stuffed half of it into my private parts, so they could see the other half sticking out! After
looking around to make sure it wasn't there, I pulled my skirt up to my waist, exposing my entire private parts and buttocks! Sharp-eyed children immediately spotted the chocolate tucked inside and reached for it! I quickly took out a chocolate from my bag as a reward for that child, otherwise, if it tasted strange, the other children wouldn't be interested. Then I pulled my skirt down again; pretending to hide the chocolate inside, I told the children that it would be easier for them to find it if I squatted on the stone table, and if they couldn't find it, I would have to go home, and they wouldn't get any chocolate! So I climbed onto the stone table and squatted down! I pulled my skirt up to my waist again and spread my legs, slightly opening my private parts; I told the children they could start looking!
After they found out where I hid it, the kids' eyes were glued to my private parts, five or six pairs of eyes staring intently! I felt so excited and thrilled. The kids started using their fingers to pry open my vulva to see if the chocolate was hidden further inside, five or six little hands groping around! I was terrified I'd accidentally scream during my climax, and even more afraid my vaginal fluid would get all over their hands. After a flurry of frantic groping, I also experienced incredible pleasure! The important thing was that they wouldn't find it, because this time I hadn't actually hidden the chocolate there. I told the kids to stop for a moment! I took out enough chocolates—one for each of them—from the bag and gave them some, because if they kept getting frustrated, they wouldn't have the patience to keep searching. Then
I got bolder, because in this rural area, parents don't usually come looking for their children until very late, so I told the kids: This is the last time! Fortunately, I pulled my skirt down to my knees, spreading my legs to hold it up so it wouldn't fall to the ground and get dirty; also, I didn't want the children to think I was lying to them again. So I enjoyed the thrill of taking off my skirt in front of five or six children, and because of the lack of light, they couldn't see my sparse pubic hair. I told the children, "Sister said you can only start looking, and the first one to sneak away won't get a prize!" Then I turned around and leaned my upper body on the stone table, my legs still open. The pleasure felt like I was about to be penetrated from behind; it made my private parts almost wet!
It was fine until I said, "You can start looking now!" Completely unprepared, five or six little fingers simultaneously shoved into my private parts, digging and probing. My body shuddered, and I bit my lip, afraid to groan. At that moment, I felt like five or six little insects were crawling inside me! Just as I was enjoying and reveling in this passion, I felt a warm breath coming from my private parts; gusts of air made my breathing even more intense and loud. I looked down slightly to see what was going on, and I found a little boy squatting right at my private parts, looking for chocolate, and... and... his nose was almost touching my clitoris! Oh my god! So exciting! The way he seemed about to lick my private parts increased my arousal to almost the limit. I started gently wiggling my hips while saying, "Can't find it, can you?" mainly to make the little boys think I was preventing them from finding the chocolate; actually, I was trying to increase my pleasure and enjoyment.
Suddenly, I felt fingers being pulled out of my private parts one by one, and one of the little boys said, "Sister is lying again, there's no chocolate at all!" So I anxiously told the little boys, "There is... there definitely is... you haven't looked carefully enough; you'll find it if you go a little deeper." Upon hearing this, the group of little boys really dug hard into my private parts. Although I was biting my lip, I could still faintly hear moans. Who could stand four or five little fingers digging around inside their vagina? I thought to myself, "That's it, deeper and deeper; it's okay if I go limp here!" Then I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body; I quickly told the kids to stop searching—I'll give them all the chocolate! Without turning around, I grabbed the whole bag of chocolates behind my back and gave it to the kids. Only then did they let go and share the remaining chocolates! At the same time, I lay panting on the stone table; streams of vaginal fluid flowed from my tingling lower body. I quickly pulled up my skirt and put it back on, otherwise the kids would think I had wet my pants.
When I came to my senses, I told the kids, "It's getting late, I have to go home!" Some of the kids even asked me to come and play with them again next time! I thought to myself, "I'd love to, but it depends on whether time allows." So I put the things I bought in the basket in front of my bicycle, and as I started riding it, the group of kids kept shouting, "Goodbye, sister!" "Come play with us again!" I had to turn back and wave goodbye before quickly riding away! Otherwise, their loud goodbyes would attract the attention of my parents, and I'd be in big trouble.
My private parts were still wet after being poked and prodded by five or six fingers! Because some of the roads in the countryside are gravel, riding the bicycle was bumpy and jarring, so I pulled my skirt up over my buttocks. Girls usually sit on their skirts to avoid them flying off and exposing themselves, so pulling my skirt up meant my entire private parts were pressed against the bicycle seat. Combined with the uneven road surface, it felt like someone was constantly massaging my clitoris—it felt so good! So I shifted my posture forward, letting the tip of the seat touch my clitoris! And as I sped forward, the vibrations became faster and more intense. Soon after, I—ah!—stopped the bicycle, panting heavily! Because of the prodding from the kids earlier, plus this stimulation! My vaginal fluids gushed out, leaving my legs too weak to ride the bicycle any further, and the seat was soaked.
It was already past 8 PM! I rode my bicycle home, and perhaps because my clitoris had been stimulated since I became an infant, I felt an urgent need to urinate. Where could I find a public toilet in this godforsaken place? I had ridden about halfway, with no village or shop in sight, so I stopped the bicycle, dismounted, and squatted in the middle of the road. I put my hands on the ground behind me, arching my back like a frogman doing a backbend, though without the professionalism or difficulty! I pulled my skirt up to almost chest height, and as the pressure in my genitals eased, a golden, arched jet of fluid gushed out—so stimulating and so pleasurable! After urinating, I had no tissues on me, so I shook my hips up and down like I was having sex to shake off the remaining urine! I never expected urinating in the middle of the road to be so satisfying.
As I got up to pull my bike, a crazy idea popped into my head: I simply took off all my clothes and put them in the basket in front of the bike! Riding home naked like that, a cool breeze blew gently along the way, making it incredibly refreshing and pleasant. After several moments of blissful relaxation, I was now completely enjoying the freedom of being unburdened. As I neared home, I slowed down and started pulling the bike along. My main reason was to check if my neighbors were home yet! Although I only have three neighbors, it's an old-style apartment building in the countryside, unlike the hundreds of households in the city!
There's no elevator or basement for parking, so my motorcycle and bicycle are both parked in the stairwell on the first floor! Since only three households park their cars there, the space is more than enough. My three downstairs neighbors are all car owners and enjoy a leisurely lifestyle; every Friday, the whole family goes on a two-day trip to another city. So, I can tell if they're home by looking at the cars parked on the street and the lights on their windows. But since I'm completely naked, I have to take precautions for safety. Seeing my apartment building completely dark in the distance, I finally felt relieved and rode my bike back to the building. I grabbed the groceries I bought and carried my skirt and underwear upstairs in the other hand.
Thinking about how crazy and exciting today's exposure was, plus the 20-30 yuan worth of chocolate that gave me multiple orgasms, it was definitely a worthwhile investment. By the time I finished reminiscing, my stomach was growling; so I made myself a bowl of noodles to fill my stomach! Completely naked, I was bored! I won't watch TV on the sofa anymore; before I knew it, it was almost 12:30, and the TV channels were so boring, I kept flipping through them! Lying here, I'm so bored! I won't play with my pubic hair on the sofa anymore. Since I'm all alone at home, there's no air conditioning. Although there's a fan blowing, the temperature inside is still unbearably hot, so I opened the window to let the wind in and take a look at the view outside. There are only a few streetlights barely on and the moonlight! Sigh~ That's how it is in the countryside; even if the streetlights are broken, no one cares. Maybe it's because I don't have school tomorrow, but I'm still completely unable to sleep! In this four-story apartment building, only my floor has lights on, and there are no other residential areas nearby! But it's quite cool outside; thinking about it, my exhibitionist nature is stirring up inside me, so I might as well go downstairs for a walk since there's no one around.
So I grabbed my keys and ran downstairs without putting on any clothes, wanting to clear my head. The moonlight made my fair skin appear even brighter, and the sparse pubic hair was clearly visible under the moonlight and streetlights. The scene was like a rural landscape painting of a nude woman. I walked towards the general store, the only sounds the chirping of insects and the croaking of frogs. I felt light and natural, as if I had returned to nature. I crossed my arms behind my head, letting the gentle breeze caress my body. Before I knew it, I reached a small bridge not far from my house. I climbed onto the railing and sat down, reminiscing about playing in the water here with my childhood friends. Those friends had all moved to the big city.
Thinking about this, I wondered why I could do it as a child but not now. So I went down to the stream and played in the water. The stream in the countryside was crystal clear, unlike the stinking ditch in the city! The water wasn't very deep, only up to my knees at most. I soaked myself in the stream, it felt so comfortable and refreshing. I deliberately raised my buttocks to the same height as the water surface, letting the water wash over my private parts. The feeling was heavenly and incredibly comfortable. I think the residents here probably can't imagine that someone would be bathing in this stream in the middle of the night, especially a completely naked girl. I lay flat on the stream bed, letting the water give me the most natural spa treatment, looking at the moonlight and stars in the sky; this is something you can't experience in the city, especially a girl being able to enjoy nature completely naked.
Just as I was becoming one with nature, I heard the faint sound of a motorcycle engine in the distance. This was really bad. I could have put on clothes as soon as I got home earlier, but now I didn't even have any clothes to wear. And there were no forks in the road, that motorcycle would definitely pass by here. I was so scared that I quickly moved under the bridge, still sitting in the water! Gradually, the motorcycle rode to this side of the bridge. My gut feeling was, no way! Why did it stop on the bridge? Could I have been discovered? Impossible, the bridge isn't that narrow!
I recognized the voice as a man's; he was singing a broken Taiwanese folk song, and after listening carefully, I could confirm it was the grocery store owner. This is really ruined! If he finds out I have this kind of habit, I won't be able to live in this small village anymore, even though there are only five or six households; he'll gossip about me. And then I saw his reflection in the water, and I started to get scared!
Why was that owner standing by the railing? My life is truly ruined tonight; I'm sure he'll be discovered! Then I heard the owner vomit, followed by a pile of stuff falling onto the water. Luckily, I was sitting upstream, otherwise, I would have been covered in vomit and it would have taken me three days and three nights to wash it off. I also saw a stream of yellow liquid flowing vertically down the bridge; he must have drunk too much and vomited and urinated here. I thought, "That's alright, he'll leave soon." After waiting a while, I realized things weren't as lucky as I'd imagined. The boss was sitting on his motorcycle, facing the stream, smoking. I had to move to a different spot, because I was feeling a bit cold, probably from the shock and being in the water.
So I slowly moved towards the large rock by the stream, keeping a close eye on the boss's movements. When I reached the rock, he suddenly turned around, and I immediately crouched down in fright!
The rock was only waist-high, making things even worse; now our shelter was barely enough for two of us! I slowly peeked out, and the boss was now sitting on his motorcycle, smoking, facing my direction! After observing for a while, I realized the boss was incredibly skilled; he could actually fall asleep on his motorcycle, because his cigarette had fallen to the ground and was making snoring noises! Luckily, the boss was very nearsighted, otherwise he would have clearly noticed that my skin color was different from the surroundings. Then it suddenly occurred to me that he was nearsighted. My boss usually practically clings to the TV screen when he watches TV, so how could he possibly see me? So I mustered my courage and started walking towards the bridge. When I was almost there, I stopped to make sure he was really asleep! I slowly and quietly moved closer to him, and even from a distance, I could smell a strong stench of alcohol and hear heavy snoring.
Growing bolder, I walked behind him, intently watching to see if he was truly asleep. Then I gently waved my hand beside him to see if he saw me. And luck was on my side again; he really was asleep. So I quietly ran past him on my way home. When I reached the bridge, I wasn't sure if he had seen me, so I turned around to look at him; ha—still fast asleep! At this moment, my exhibitionist nature was stirred up again; I don't know if it was my deeply ingrained exhibitionist tendencies or my fearless personality; I actually walked back to the boss!
The boss was sleeping with his face slumped over the tachometer of the motorcycle, the concrete railing of the bridge and the motorcycle's parking spot about two people's distance apart. I tiptoed up to the boss and stared at him; sure enough, he was sleeping like a pig. I started rubbing my breasts in front of the boss while whispering: "You like to look, right? I'll strip naked for you to see! Aren't my breasts beautiful? Do you want to rub them? Do you want me to lick them too?" Saying this gave me another exciting thought and impulse! I slowly pressed my breasts against the boss's face; by this time, my nipples were already hard and erect. When my nipples were almost to the boss's mouth, I felt his warm breath from his nose blowing on my nipples; tonight was such an exciting, exciting, and special feeling.
After all, I dared not touch any part of the boss's body, for fear of waking him up and having nowhere to hide immediately. I turned my back to him and bent over; I spread my buttocks with both hands, exposing my entire anus, and drew circles with my buttocks towards him.
I whispered: "You're the one who doesn't want to see! You'll miss your chance!" By this time, my vulva was already overflowing with vaginal fluid like a flood. I then turned my body, leaning against the railing with my waist, and lifted one leg onto the railing, which wasn't very high, only reaching about my waist. I used one hand to fully spread my vulva; the other hand held onto the railing, and I began to rock my body back and forth!
My entire pink vulva and labia were completely exposed, and I whispered again: "You can't see this normally! Wake up and look at my pink, wet vulva!" Of course, the boss was still fast asleep; I struck a ballet pose, stretching my arms straight up above my head and crossing them, then slowly twirling around in place! I was thinking, "I'm showing you! I'm completely naked! Can't the nearsighted, lecherous boss see clearly?"
Perhaps due to self-hypnosis and the rare opportunity for exposure tonight, my vaginal fluids were practically dripping. So I climbed onto the railing, covered my head with my hands, and spread my legs wide like a starfish. There were small mercury lamps on the railing; only not as large as those in the city! I started twisting and swaying my hips on the railing, as sexy as a pole dancer! The difference was that I wasn't a professional dancer; and there was only one audience member. I squatted down on the railing, at which point my genitals were at the same height as the boss's face; so I stroked my genitals on the railing for him to see. The constant friction, combined with the unique experience of exposure, caused my vaginal fluids to flow directly onto the railing.

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