I love exposing myself

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My name is Angie. I discovered I had exhibitionist tendencies when I was seventeen. I'm 5 feet 6 inches tall,
which
is quite tall for a girl. I weigh 120 pounds, and my measurements are 35B-26-38. While not perfect, I'm quite satisfied with them. As for looks, I wouldn't say I'm beautiful, but I'm quite cute. I'm a rather independent person. I didn't have a boyfriend at the time, but I often went out and had fun by myself during holidays.

That year, after graduating from high school, I transferred to a pre-university school. After that, I deliberately didn't wear a bra or underwear when wearing my school uniform; I only wore a thin shirt on my upper body
. Although
my figure isn't great, my breasts are a 35B, and my school uniform shirt is pale white, so my breasts and nipples are practically visible. Walking down the street like this, I actually feel incredibly pleasurable, especially when people notice I'm not wearing anything underneath and stare at me. It makes me both shy and excited.

After a few months of this, I simply stopped wearing underwear except for my period. I also deliberately pulled my school skirt up to two-thirds of my thighs, so when I walked down the street, I always felt a cool sensation down there, and I would often get wet very quickly. Doing this gave me even more stimulation, causing me to unconsciously have several orgasms in
public
. Because I take the subway to school, my attire easily arouses unwanted attention, so whenever the subway is crowded on my way home, I'm frequently taken advantage of. The boys standing next to me often deliberately put their hands behind my back, taking advantage of the subway's swaying to grope me. I remember one time was particularly outrageous. Once
,
also in a crowded subway car, a middle-aged man noticed I wasn't wearing a bra and that I didn't react when he touched my backside. He then pulled up my already short skirt and directly touched my private parts; then he noticed I wasn't wearing underwear and began stroking my clitoris and labia. I immediately became wet, and because I was still a virgin, I was terrified he would put his hand inside my vagina, which would break it. Luckily, he only touched me. Even so, after being touched in my private parts for the first time by a man that day, I masturbated several times after returning home
. A few months later, I wanted to seek more excitement. So every day around 3 a.m., I would
get up, strip naked, grab my watch, necklace, shoes, and hair clips, grit my teeth, open the door, and wander around the neighborhood. I don't think I was streaking, because I not only walked out, but I was also very afraid of being seen, hiding and sneaking around, yet I really wanted to walk naked in the street. At first
,
I only dared to circle around my neighborhood, but later I became bolder and bolder, going further and further away, even venturing into the nearby park to masturbate. I also masturbated in the park's pavilions, in dark corners of the stairs, and so on. I was rarely seen, and even if I was, I would run away immediately, so nothing has happened so far. The most exciting time was when I was masturbating in a park. I didn't expect it to take so long; when I finally climaxed and opened my eyes, it was already dawn. The park was far from my house; it would take fifteen

minutes to run there, and I'd have to cross four main roads. There were already many people practicing Tai Chi and folk dances in the park. Oh no! With no other choice, I took a deep breath and began an impossible mission: to attempt my first-ever naked run. Not long after I started running, people noticed me and started pointing and whispering. Luckily
,
most of the people out at that time were elderly, and they didn't keep chasing me. When crossing the street, I didn't care and ran a red light. I think the drivers passing by must have been thrilled! I ran for a long time before I got home. Luckily, my parents hadn't gotten up yet. I looked at the clock; it was 6:30. That was quite an experience.

After this embarrassing streaking, I didn't dare to go out naked in the middle of the night for a while. However, the exhibitionist mentality hidden deep inside me kept stirring. One Saturday noon, my parents went out to do business,
and I stayed in bed until about 12:30. It was a very hot day, so I felt listless and lacked energy. On a whim, I picked up the phone and ordered a pizza with a large size and a small size free
, not caring whether I could eat that much or not. After
that
, I turned on the TV to watch porn. About twenty-seven or twenty-eight minutes later, just as the scene was about to show the male lead penetrating me, the doorbell rang. It was my pizza. Suddenly, I felt an uncontrollable urge and took off all my clothes (actually, I was only wearing a loose t-shirt). My intuition told me that the person calling the door was a young male deliveryman. However, just as I was about to open the door, I felt ashamed and went back to my room to get my underwear, which I hadn't worn for over ten days. But after putting it on, I felt uncomfortable all over, and the urge was too strong. So I took my underwear off again. Therefore, when the doorbell rang for the third time, I was completely naked, my face flushed, as I opened the door . Sure
enough
, it was a young male deliveryman. He wasn't actually that handsome. Sweating profusely, he carried two pizza boxes, one large and one small, and was about to say to me, "Miss, your…" I
saw him quickly blush, probably in utter disbelief at what he was seeing. Indeed, who wouldn't be surprised to see a completely naked girl suddenly appear before them? I asked him, both shy and a little smug, "My what?"

He said, "Miss... your pizza is here..." I said ,

"Thank you so much, could you bring it in for me?" He gave me a mumbled reply. I ignored him and gestured for him to bring the pizza inside and place it on the table in the living room . I said, "How much?" He said, " It 's...one hundred and twenty...ten yuan..." I said, "Wait a moment, I'll go get the money for you." So I turned around and went back to my room to get the money . In that short time, his gaze had swept over every inch of my skin several times. Men, you know! When I took the money out of the room, I realized the TV was playing porn, and the scene was already quite explicit. I was mortified. I quickly paid him, and after taking the money, he brazenly looked me up and down several times. Having a stranger see my naked body like that gave me a strange thrill. After he took the money , he left, but before I closed the door, he looked me over from head to toe again. After I closed the door, my heart was still pounding; I felt incredibly excited. I masturbated several times afterward to calm down. After being exposed completely by the Pizza Boy last time, I felt a thrill and urge to expose myself naked to others, but I still didn't dare to run naked in the street. However , the desire to expose myself lingered in my heart. My job at the university is as a librarian, and since I started this job, the number of people coming to the library has suddenly increased, especially the boys. It turns out everyone loves reading so much! And they're all so friendly; they'll come up to the counter and chat with me. I wonder if they've noticed what's underneath my clothes . One weekend, we needed to inventory the library's books. The library director, Mr. Ma, had arranged for several staff members to come, but they all canceled at the last minute, leaving him furious. He initially wanted me to leave, but I said that since I was already there, I'd do part of the inventory first. Mr. Ma let me have my way. We started counting the books, and soon Mr. Ma received a phone call. He told me he had to have a meeting with Director Xu and didn't know if he'd be back before noon. He said if he didn't return by noon, I could leave, as long as I locked the door. I nodded in agreement, and Mr. Ma left the library . The spacious library was now empty except for me. A sudden surge of exhibitionism welled up inside me. A strange thought crossed my mind: being completely naked in the library would be incredibly exciting. Since no one else was around, and no outsiders would come in, I quickly stripped completely naked. Now, standing naked next to the counter by the library entrance, the mere thought made me feel embarrassed. But this was the first time I'd ever been naked in a library. This excitement far outweighed my shame . I started organizing the books again, walking naked from one shelf to another. Sometimes my nipples would get caught between the books—it felt really fun. When I got to the window, I looked down at the playground. Some people were playing ball, completely unaware that a naked girl was standing right there in front of the window. If they looked up, they would see a strange sight. I wondered what their reaction would be if they actually saw me naked. Just as I was engrossed in looking, I heard the door being pushed open. Startled, I quickly hid behind a bookshelf and peeked out from between the books. It turned out to be my coworker, Uncle Bao, mopping the floor . Oh no! My school uniform is still inside the counter, and Uncle Bao is mopping the floor in front of the counter and near the reading seats. I can't possibly go over and get it now. Luckily, Uncle Bao can't see me from my current position. But what if Uncle Bao starts mopping the aisle between the shelves? Just as I was getting anxious, someone outside the library called out to Uncle Bao. I vaguely heard the vice principal calling all the school staff, as if there was something to do. Uncle Bao quickly packed up his supplies and left the library. Shh , I watched until Uncle Bao was completely out of the library before I turned from the shelf, walked to the door, opened it a crack, and watched Uncle Bao's figure disappear completely at the end of the aisle. Only then did I calm down . Although I was still a bit nervous, I didn't intend to put my school uniform back on. At that moment, I felt a rush. I peeked through the crack in the library door; the corridor was quiet, so there shouldn't be anyone there. So, I boldly opened the library door, slipped naked into the corridor, gently closed the door, and walked into the hallway . Wow , how exciting! I've never been completely naked in a school corridor before. I cautiously made my way to the stairs, and the women's restroom was at the corner. I peeked inside, making sure no one was there. I went to a stall, relieved myself, and then stood before the sink. Looking at my naked body in the mirror, I fantasized about my naked body being seen by many, many people. I imagined myself one day attending class completely naked—oh, how wonderful! As I thought about it, I felt a slight dampness in my genitals. I didn't dare linger in the restroom. I quickly left; the corridor was still quiet. Without delay, I rushed back to the library.

As I closed the library door and
leaned against it, my inner turmoil still lingered. I walked to the window; the people playing ball on the playground were still there. Leaning against the window, one hand touched my breast, the other my vulva. As I touched myself, I unconsciously began to masturbate!

If the people on the playground looked up, they would not only see a naked girl, but also her masturbating. Thinking of this, my desire surged even more. After a while, I reached orgasm with the contraction of my vagina, and only then did my lust subside slightly. I glanced at
the
clock; it was almost noon, so I quickly got dressed and left the library. That
night
, recalling being naked in the library and walking naked in the school corridor, oh, that feeling made me masturbate again. I love exposing myself 3_Campus Twilight / x- u# ]* l / ? k8 y! s}: w p. _& c( h1 qs Ever since I exposed myself in
the school library, that desire to expose myself has often stirred within me, but opportunities to do so at school are truly rare. 0 f o6 j7 w5 @; g) l 1 \ ?) t5 k0 q2 x3 y4 e0 d Soon, my preparatory year was over, and my grades weren't ideal, so my chances of getting into a good university were slim. I had to settle for second best. The college campus is in the New Territories . I originally wanted to board at the college, but there were far more students than available places, so I ended up commuting every day, which took up a lot of time. It didn't bother me, though; as long as I dressed a little sexily, I'd attract attention on the train. Sometimes I'd be a bit flustered by the stares, wondering if they'd notice I wasn't wearing a bra, and I felt a little shy, but being stared at also brought a little thrill . " Because I no longer had to wear a school uniform, my usual attire consisted of tank tops and short skirts. Whether I wore a bra or not, no one would know. The only pity was that I couldn't wear skirts too short; they were always three or four inches above the knee, because of my future professional image. I was afraid my professors wouldn't write a good recommendation letter, all thanks to morality—sexy clothing for girls was equated with promiscuity. Sigh, but I still had to attend morality classes. Because I often had to discuss homework with classmates and find materials in the library, I stayed at the college quite late. I also liked reading, so I spent even longer in the library, sometimes leaving very late. The first year's coursework was so unfamiliar that I was so busy that I almost forgot about my exposure. However, in the second year, something happened that was like a scene from a movie, something I never expected." The incident stemmed from a conversation I had with classmates that day. After discussing our lessons, I went to the library to find materials and read a few novels. Perhaps I was too engrossed in the discussion, because after reading only a few pages, I felt a bit tired. So I found a secluded spot, covered my head with my coat, and took a nap on the table. As I drifted off, I gradually felt that it was dark and a bit stuffy all around. I lifted my head, removed my coat, and found myself completely alone. I had overslept without realizing it; the library had closed. How could the people in the library have abandoned me ? Ao stared listlessly at the ceiling, thinking, "It's happening again. This spot is too secluded. There's a shelf next to it, and with my head covered by my coat, I might not even notice anyone's there. They'd probably just think it's a pile of objects on the table. " I took out my flashlight to call for help, but of all times, it ran out of battery. Ugh! Ugh, this is really bad… The library door is glass, but no one will be passing by now. What should I do? Without the air conditioning, the air became stuffy and hot. I needed to find a way to cool down. Suddenly, a sense of tension rushed into my heart. The huge library was deserted; I wasn't about to take off all my clothes to cool myself down! So I took off my clothes and stuffed them into my bag. I was naked in the library again. This time, I wasn't afraid of anyone coming in. I even deliberately walked to the glass door, facing outwards. If someone passed by outside and looked in, they would see a completely naked girl in the library, her three points fully exposed! Oh! The air was unbearably stuffy, I was almost fainting from the heat, when I suddenly remembered that the library had a few windows that could be opened, but they weren't usually opened unless there was an emergency. So I followed the windows and found one, which opened outwards and couldn't be opened from the outside. I opened the window to let in some fresh air, and I felt a little more comfortable . Looking out the window, everything was quiet. Because it was the suburbs, the night was hazy, and the vast campus seemed especially peaceful. I leaned out the window. Hey, I could slip out through this window and leave! So I threw my bag out the window, then slowly squeezed through, and stepped outside. Only when I fell onto the grass did I realize I wasn't wearing any clothes; I was completely naked. I was naked in the campus! A strange tension welled up inside me. To my left was the main campus road, and to my right was a passageway leading to the central square. I decided to take an adventure. Naked, I walked through the right-hand passageway to the central square. Usually bustling with people, it was quiet now, except for me, a naked girl, in the square. Haha !

In the dim light, naked, I slowly walked towards the plaza road. During the day, I could see the mountains in the distance from here, but now it was shrouded in a hazy night.

Still completely naked, I walked along the road towards the campus gate. Under the cover of flowers and the night, I strolled freely along the road. Oh, what an incredible excitement! Now I was naked, completely bare, on campus. Ah, I felt an indescribable excitement, it was wonderful! I imagined crowds standing around me, admiring my beautiful, naked body. I could almost hear people praising my full breasts and admiring my long, beautiful legs, and I was enjoying the glory of being praised. Lost in my reverie,
I
suddenly noticed some light shining in the distance. I quickly dodged to a nearby bush, crouching low to the ground, using the flowers for cover. It turned out to be a campus security guard on patrol. Of course, I couldn't let him see me completely naked; it would be incredibly shameful, and the consequences would be dire. I reached behind me—oh, I'd gotten too carried away and tossed my backpack behind another bush. I had to hold my breath, crouching even lower, afraid to make the slightest movement to avoid attracting his attention. My heart was pounding. I prayed in my heart that he wouldn't come closer, please don't come closer. If he did, everything would be over. The light seemed to be getting closer and closer. Oh, I thought I was doomed, just as I was feeling hopeless and helpless... wait, the light seemed to change direction. It turned out of the building not far ahead. Phew! What a close call! After
observing that it had indeed gone far away, I hurriedly retrieved my bag, took out my clothes and put them on, of course without underwear. I went to the guardhouse at the gate, told them my situation, and they called a taxi to take me to the train station. Back home , thinking about my naked walk on campus earlier, I had to masturbate to fall asleep. I love exposing myself 4_Stairwell Surprise. Homework is really maddening, and my internship is like being a pig in a factory, there's no way around it! After finishing the internship, I have to submit a report, luckily I have more than a week of vacation to finish it. My parents also took advantage of the vacation to travel out of town, leaving me alone at home, which is good, I can do whatever I want. Since my parents aren't home, I don't have to wear clothes all day, I can just walk around naked at home. The neighbors have moved away, so I don't even have to draw the curtains, I can just walk around naked at home, it's quite comfortable. The entire floor is empty except for my apartment, or more precisely , I'm the only one left. The corridor is always eerily quiet. Oh, my urge is acting up again! I haven't done this since years ago when I shamelessly ran naked into the street in the middle of the night. Of course, I can't run naked in broad daylight; besides being embarrassing, I'd get dragged to the police station. But now that there's no one else on the floor, I can wander freely naked in the corridor. Since there are empty units on either side, I've even masturbated naked in the corridor several times, fantasizing about my neighbors watching my naked, snow-white body . One day, I went to one of the doors again. Of course, they had all moved out. I faced the door, displaying my naked body. I kept touching my breasts and other parts of my body, and I also teased my genitals. I fantasized that the person inside was watching me masturbate through the fisheye lens on the door, and I also fantasized that he was watching and burning with lust. Just as I was about to climax, the elevator door suddenly opened, and someone was talking. I was so scared that I quickly turned around and went behind the smoke door. "Hey, why are you taking the elevator on this floor? I told you it's not this floor!" a woman's voice was nagging. " Oh dear, I was out of my mind, I made a mistake," a man replied. " Look , the elevator doors have closed and it's gone up again. We're late!" the woman said. " Then let's take the stairs!" the man said. They actually turned around and came to my location. I figured since they chose to take the stairs, they must be going down. So, completely naked, I ran up one floor and hid at the corner of the stairs to watch what was happening. But to my surprise, they pushed open the smoke door and started going up. Realizing something was wrong, I quickly ran up another floor, thinking that since they were willing to take the stairs, they must be short one floor at most! I hid at the corner of the stairs, panting and listening to the sounds. Hmm , it seemed they were still going up one more floor. Oh dear, no wonder that woman was muttering to herself as she walked. I had no choice but to run up another floor. Luckily , they finally turned out of the hallway. I heard the sound of doors opening and closing, and thought they must have gone inside. I breathed a sigh of relief. Now I was three floors away from my floor. I had to run back to my floor completely naked. Just as I was about to go downstairs, I heard someone push open the fire door again, and at the same time , I heard the person say something about the elevator being repaired just when he was leaving, forcing him to take the stairs. I was so scared that I didn't dare to go downstairs. I quickly turned around and ran upstairs again, hiding at the corner of the stairs, secretly peeking to see if the person was going downstairs. Only when the person really went downstairs did I go downstairs. As I walked, I carefully observed my surroundings. The man had mentioned elevator maintenance, which meant someone might emerge from the corridor onto the stairs at any moment, or someone might come down from the upper floor. If people saw me completely naked in the stairwell, I wouldn't know how to explain myself!

As I approached my floor, just one floor away from my own, I suddenly heard the sound of the fire door being pushed open. I immediately turned and ran back upstairs. Just then, the person reached the stairwell. I didn't know if he saw my back, or even if he did, he probably wouldn't believe there was a naked woman in the stairwell! When I

heard him indeed going downstairs, I decided not to hesitate any longer and ran downstairs in one breath, rushing back to my floor. Just as I was about to push open the fire door, I suddenly heard some sounds again. Strange, why were there voices? All my neighbors had moved away. I thought carefully, oh dear, it's a real estate agent showing the apartment to clients! The door to that unit was open, so I could only return home after they left. I had no choice but to remain naked behind the fire door, waiting to see what would happen. If someone were to come down the stairs from upstairs at this moment, they would definitely see me naked in the stairwell. I wouldn't know where to hide then! I listened intently to the sounds in the corridor while also keeping an eye on the figures flashing upstairs, just in case.

The longer time passed, the more anxious I became. When I heard them leaving, I thought I could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but they were heading in my direction! Oh no, I forgot, the elevator was under maintenance; they had to take the stairs. Naturally, they must be going down, so I had to run upstairs again. I ran up one floor and hid at the corner of the stairs. Wait, why aren't they going down? Then I heard the agent say there was one more unit upstairs, but it was two more floors. Oh no! I quickly ran upstairs again until I heard their voices disappear into the corridor, then I stopped. I was panting heavily. When I finally caught my breath, I realized I was four or five floors away from my room. There was no other way but to carefully and cautiously continue my descent. I hoped no one would come out and see a naked woman in the stairwell. I wasn't afraid of being seen naked; I was just worried about unnecessary trouble or accidents. I went down two or
three
floors, thankfully without encountering anyone. Walking naked in the stairwell required both extreme caution and a steady pace. Although I felt tense, it was also quite exciting, and that exciting impulse pounded within me. I felt a wetness in my genitals. There was only one floor left to reach my floor, and

I instinctively quickened my pace. When I was halfway up the stairs, I suddenly heard the sound of the smoke door on that floor being pushed open. My instinctive reaction was to turn back and run back up, but at the same time, I heard the sound of the smoke door on the floor directly above being pushed open!
Oh no
! This time, people were leaving the stairwell on both the upper and lower floors! It's all because of that damned elevator that's always under maintenance. Am I going to embarrass myself again? I had no time to think it through. I took a deep breath, and in the split second before the person on the lower floor had fully turned off the stairs, I ran down as fast as I could. I didn't care if they saw me, a naked woman; I just hoped that while they were still wondering why a naked girl would appear on the stairwell, I could rush down to my floor, open my front door, and run inside. As I closed the door, my heart was still pounding. When I caught my breath, I felt my genitals were soaking wet. I went to the window
; the neighboring units were just empty. Facing out the window, I touched my breasts with one hand, kneading my nipples, and teased my vulva with the other, slowly masturbating
. I fantasized that my neighbors were watching my lewd behavior! On holidays after that, I developed a craving for the thrill of running naked up the stairs. As long as the elevator wasn't under repair, the stairs were practically deserted. Although occasionally someone would emerge from the corridor into the stairwell, I'd quickly run back at the sound of their footsteps. Even if they saw a fleeting glimpse of my naked form, they'd think they were seeing things—how could there be a naked woman in the stairwell! Later, I became increasingly daring, not only masturbating naked in the corridor but also repeatedly masturbating while leaning against the stair railing. I felt like I was being stripped naked and raped on the stairs—it was so exciting! After graduating, unfortunately, I encountered an economic downturn and couldn't find work. During this period of unemployment , I secretly worked as a nude model for a few months, hiding it from my parents. I remember that time I took off my clothes in front of a dozen people, both men and women, but I didn't feel embarrassed at all. They walked around me, every inch of my skin was on full display for them. I felt excited because I could openly expose my body. My breasts, waist, round buttocks, long legs, and genitals were completely exposed. I even felt a little proud because I could let people admire my body. The pose I struck that time was a "shortpose." The instructor designed many different body movements, and I constantly twisted and contorted myself, showcasing different shapes and forms of beauty—open, wrinkled, supple, taut. The power of my body seemed to radiate in that moment, as if I were having a dialogue with a painter. At the same time, my beautiful naked body could be displayed without reservation, without having to be shy or hesitant. It felt amazing ! Later, I finally found a formal job, and my work as a nude model came to an end. But where could I vent my feelings of exposing myself? Therefore, many incredible events happened in my life afterward.

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