I love exhibitionism.

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I love to expose myself.

Hello everyone, my name is Angie. I discovered my 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. Although not perfect, I'm quite satisfied with myself. As for my 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, I graduated from high school and transferred to a pre-university school. After that, I deliberately didn't

wear a bra or underwear when I wore my school uniform, just a thin shirt on my upper body.

Although my figure isn't very good, my breasts are a 35B, and my school uniform shirt

is light white, so my breasts and nipples are practically visible. Walking down the street like this, I actually

felt incredibly excited, especially when someone noticed that I wasn't wearing anything underneath and stared at me. It made me both

shy and thrilled.

After a few months of this, I stopped wearing underwear altogether

, except during my period. I also deliberately pulled my school skirt up to about two-thirds of my thighs, so when I walked down the street, I always felt a cool sensation

down there and would often get wet quickly. Doing this gave me more stimulation, causing me to unconsciously

experience orgasms several times in public.

Because I took the bus to school, my attire easily aroused unwanted attention, so whenever

the bus home was crowded, I would often be taken advantage of. The boys standing next to me would often deliberately

put their hands behind my buttocks, taking advantage of the bus's swaying to grope me. I remember one time was particularly outrageous

.

Once, also in a crowded bus, a middle-aged man noticed I wasn't wearing a bra and that I

didn't react when my buttocks were touched. He then pulled up my already short skirt and directly touched my

private parts; then, noticing I wasn't wearing underwear, he began stroking my clitoris and labia. I

got wet instantly, and because I was still a virgin, I was terrified he would put his hand inside my vagina—that would

break me! Luckily, he only touched me. Even so, after being touched in my private parts by a man for the first time, I masturbated several times after returning home

that day .

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, but I was also

very afraid of being seen, hiding and sneaking around, yet I really wanted to walk naked on the street.

At first, I only dared to circle around my neighborhood, but then I became bolder and bolder, going further and further away, even

masturbating in the nearby park. I also masturbated in park pavilions, dark corners on staircases, and other places. I was rarely

seen, and even if I was, I would run away immediately, so nothing bad has happened so far.

The most thrilling 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, a fifteen-

minute run, requiring crossing four main roads. There were already many people practicing Tai Chi and folk

dances – oh no! With no other choice, I took a deep breath and embarked on an impossible

mission: my first-ever streaking run.

Not long after I started running, people noticed me and started pointing and whispering. Luckily, most of the people

out were elderly, and they didn't chase me. Crossing the road, I

didn't care and jaywalked. I imagine the drivers who passed by must have been thrilled! It took me ages to get home. Luckily,

my parents weren't up yet. I checked the clock; it was 6:30. That was a real ordeal!

After that embarrassing streaking incident, I was afraid to go out naked in

the streets , but the exhibitionist mentality hidden deep inside me kept lurking.

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 , I picked up the phone and ordered a buy-one-get-one-free pizzeria,

not caring whether I could eat that many.

Afterward, I turned on the TV to watch porn. About twenty-seven or twenty-eight minutes later, just as the porn was about to

start, the doorbell rang. It was my pizzeria. Suddenly, I felt an uncontrollable

urge and stripped naked (actually, I was only wearing a loose t-shirt).

My intuition told me the person at the door was a young male deliveryman. But 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, and the urge was too strong, so I took it off again. Therefore, when the doorbell

rang for the third time, I opened the door completely naked, my face flushed. Sure enough, it was a young

male deliveryman. He wasn't particularly handsome, and he was sweating profusely, carrying two boxes of pizza, one large and one small. He

was about say, "Miss, your…"

I saw him quickly turn red, probably incredulous at what he was seeing. Indeed, who wouldn't be surprised

to see a completely naked girl suddenly appear before them?

I asked him, a mix of shyness and smugness, "What is it?"

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

I said, "Thank you so much, could you bring it in for me?"

He mumbled an incoherent reply.

I ignored him and gestured for him to bring the pizza inside and place it on the living room table.

I asked, "How much?"

He said, "It's... one hundred and twenty... yuan..."

I said, "Wait a moment, I'll go get the money for you." So I turned and went back to my room to get the money. In that

short time, his gaze had already swept over every inch of my skin several times—men will be men!

When I came out of the room with the money, I realized that the TV was playing porn, and the scene was already quite explicit

. At that moment, I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear.

I quickly paid him, and after he took the money, he shamelessly looked me up and down several times.

The sight of my naked body being seen by a stranger filled me with a strange excitement. He left after taking the money, but

before I closed the door, he looked me over again from head to toe.

Even after I closed the door, my heart was still pounding; I felt incredibly excited. I masturbated

several times afterward to calm down.

I love exposing myself 2_Library Adventure

After being seen naked by that pica guy last time, I felt very excited and impulsive, wanting to

let others see my naked body. However, I still didn't dare to run naked in the street, but the desire to expose myself

lingered in my heart.

My job at school is as a librarian, and since I took on this role,

the number of people coming to the library has suddenly increased, especially the boys. It turns out everyone loves reading so much. And they are all so

friendly, often coming to the counter to chat with me. I wonder if they noticed what was underneath my clothes.

One weekend, we needed to inventory the library's books. The library director, Sir, had arranged for several

staff members to come, but they all canceled at the last minute, leaving Sir furious. He initially

wanted me to leave, but I said I was already there, so I'd do part of the inventory first. Sir let me have my way. We started counting

the books, and soon Sir received a phone call. He told me he had 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 Sir left the library. Now, I

was Suddenly, a surge of exhibitionism welled up inside me. A strange thought crossed my mind: being completely naked in the library

would be thrilling. Since no one else was around, and no outsiders would come in, I quickly

stripped completely naked. Standing naked at the counter next to the library entrance, just imagining it made me

feel embarrassed. But this was the first time I'd ever been naked in a library. The excitement far

outweighed my shame.

I started organizing the books again, walking naked from one shelf to another, sometimes my nipples getting pinched between

the books —it felt so fun. When I reached the window and looked down at the playground, I saw people playing ball.

They had no idea that a completely naked girl was standing right there in front of the window; if they looked up, they would see a

bizarre sight. I wondered what their reaction would be if they actually saw me naked. Just as

I was engrossed in watching, I heard the door being pushed open. Startled, I quickly hid behind a bookshelf and peeked

out . It was Uncle Bao

, the janitor, coming in to mop the floor. Oh no! My school uniform was still inside the counter, and Uncle Bao was mopping

the floor in front of the counter and near the reading seats. There was no way I could go and get it. Luckily, Uncle Bao couldn't see me from my current position

. But what if Uncle Bao started mopping the aisle between the shelves? Just as I was getting anxious,

someone outside the library called out loudly for 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 away from the shelves, walked to the door, opened it a crack, and watched Uncle Bao's figure disappear completely at

the end of the corridor. Only then did I calm down.

Although I was still tense, I didn't plan to put my school uniform back on. At that moment, I felt anxious. I looked out 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 corridor.

Wow, how exciting! I had never tried being completely naked in the school corridor before. I cautiously made my way to

the stairs, and at the corner was the women's restroom. 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 wetness in my genitals. I didn't dare linger in the restroom

, so I quickly left. The corridor was still quiet. I didn't dare delay and hurried back to the library. As

I closed the library door and leaned against it, my inner turmoil hadn't subsided. I went to the window; the people

playing ball were still there. I leaned against the window, one hand touching my breast, the other touching my

vulva. As I touched myself, I unconsciously began to masturbate!

If people on the playground looked up, they would not only see a naked girl, but also someone masturbating.

Thinking about this, my desire surged even more. After a while, I reached orgasm with vaginal contractions, and my lust

subsided slightly.

Looking 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 corridors, oh, that feeling made me

masturbate again.

I love exposing myself 3_Campus Twilight

Since exposing myself in the school library, that desire to expose myself has often stirred within me, but

opportunities to expose myself at school are truly rare.

Soon, my pre-university studies were over. My AL grades weren't ideal, and my

chances were slim, so I had to settle for second best.

The college campus was in the New Territories. I originally wanted to board at the college, but there were more students than places, so I ended up commuting,

spending a lot of time traveling each day. That's alright. As long as my outfit is slightly sexy,

I'll attract attention on the train. Although sometimes I feel a little flustered when stared at, wondering if they'll notice I'm not wearing a bra

, I also feel a little shy. Being noticed also brings a bit of pleasure.

Since I don't have to wear a school uniform anymore, my usual clothes are tank tops and short skirts,

so no one will know if I'm wearing a bra. The only downside is that I can't wear skirts too short; they're always three or four inches above the knee, because of my future

professional image. I'm afraid my professors won't write a good recommendation letter. This is all thanks to morality—sexy

clothing for girls is equated with promiscuity. Sigh, but I still have to attend morality classes.

Because I often need to discuss homework with classmates and find information in the library, I spend relatively little time at the college.

In the evenings, I enjoy reading and often spend more time in the library, sometimes leaving the college very late.

The first year's coursework was so unfamiliar that I was so busy I almost forgot about my tendency to be overly cautious. However, in

my second year, something happened that seemed like a scene from a movie, something I never expected.

It happened after discussing my studies with some classmates. I went to the library to find materials and picked up a few novels

to read. 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 slept, I gradually felt that it was dark and a bit stuffy around me. I looked up, removed my coat, and found that

there was no one around. I had overslept without realizing it; the library had closed. How could the people in the library have abandoned

me?

Staring listlessly at the ceiling, I thought, "It's the same old story. This spot is too secluded. There's a shelf next to

me, and with my head covered by my coat, no one will notice me. They might 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 doors are glass, but no one will be passing by now. What should I do?

Without air conditioning, the air is getting stuffy. I need to find a way to cool down. Suddenly, a wave of anxiety

washed over me. The huge library is deserted; I'm not going to take off all my clothes to cool 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 doors, facing outwards. If someone passed by and looked in

, they would see a completely naked girl in the library, all three points exposed! Oh!

The air was unbearably hot and humid, almost making me faint. Suddenly, I remembered that the library had a few windows that could be opened,

though they weren't usually open except in emergencies. So I followed the windows and found one.

It was a push-out window, not operable from the outside. I opened it, letting in some fresh air, which made

me feel a little better.

Looking out, everything was quiet. Being in the suburbs, the night was hazy, and the vast campus seemed

especially peaceful. I leaned out the window. Wait, I could squeeze through this window and leave! So I

threw my backpack out the window, then slowly squeezed through the opening and out. As I fell onto the grass, I realized

I wasn't wearing any clothes—I was completely naked. I was naked in the campus! A strange

sense of unease washed over me.

To my left was the main campus road, and to my right was a passageway leading to the central square. I decided to embark on an adventure.

Naked , I walked through the right-hand passage to the central square. Usually bustling with people, it was now eerily quiet, except for me

, a naked girl, standing there. Haha!

In the dim light, I slowly walked towards the square's path. During the day, I could see the mountains in the distance,

but now it was shrouded in a hazy night.

Still completely naked, I walked along the path towards the campus gate. Using the flowers and the shadows of the night, I

strolled freely along the path. Oh, how incredibly exciting! Now I was completely

naked on campus—ah, I felt an indescribable excitement, it was wonderful! I imagined

crowds surrounding me, admiring my beautiful, naked body. I could almost hear them praising my full

breasts and admiring my long, shapely legs, and I basked in the glory of being praised.

Lost in my reverie, I suddenly saw some light coming from afar. 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 left 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'm doomed." Just as I was feeling utterly hopeless… wait, the light

seemed to change direction. It turned towards the building not far ahead. Phew! What a close call!

After confirming that he was indeed gone, I quickly retrieved my backpack, took out my clothes, and put them on—of course, I wasn't

wearing underwear . I went to the guardhouse at the gate and told them my situation. They then called a taxi to take me to

the train station.

Back home, thinking about my naked walk on campus, I had to masturbate to fall asleep.

I love exposing myself 4_Stairwell Shock

My studies are incredibly demanding, and my internship is like being a pig in a factory—it's unbearable! After finishing my internship, I have to

submit a report. Luckily, I have a week-long vacation to complete it. My parents went on vacation,

leaving me alone at home. That's good; I can do whatever I want.

Since my parents aren't home, I can go all day without clothes on, just naked. The neighbors

have moved away, so I don't even need to draw the curtains. The whole floor is empty except for my family—strictly speaking, just me. Every day

is quiet.

Oh, my impulse is back! I haven't done

this . Of course, I can't run naked in broad daylight, but now there's no one else on the whole floor, so I

can freely walk in and out of the hallway completely naked. Several times, I've even

masturbated naked in the hallway. One day, I was masturbating naked in the hallway again. I deliberately went to one of the apartments, of course, they

had all moved out. I fantasized that the person inside was looking at my naked body through the fisheye lens on the door, watching me

masturbate, and I also fantasized that he was also aroused by what he saw. 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 fire door.

"Hey, why did you take the elevator on this floor? I told you it wasn't this floor!" a woman's voice was nagging

.

"Oh dear, I was out of my mind, I made a mistake." the man replied.

"Look, the elevator has closed and gone up again, we're late!" the woman said. "Then let's take the stairs!"

the man said.

They actually 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. But then they pushed open the fire door and

started going up! I quickly ran up another floor, thinking that since they were willing to take the stairs, they could at least be one floor short!

I hid at the corner of the stairs, panting, listening to their sounds. Hmm, it seemed they were still going up another floor. Ah,

no wonder that woman was nagging as she went.

I had no choice but to run up another floor. Luckily, they finally turned out of the hallway. I heard

the sound of a door opening and closing; 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 having to come to repair the elevator just when he was leaving, forcing him to take the stairs. Upon hearing this, I was so frightened that I dared not go downstairs

. I quickly ran back upstairs and hid at the corner of the stairs, where the person was heading down. Only after he had gone down

did I turn down and return to my floor.

As I walked, I carefully kept my eyes on the ground, because the person had mentioned something about elevator maintenance, meaning

someone could come out of the corridor or come down the stairs at any moment. I was now completely naked

in the stairwell; if anyone saw me, I wouldn't know how to explain myself!

When I was just one floor away from my floor, I suddenly heard

the sound of . I immediately turned back and ran upstairs. Just then, the person reached the stairwell. I didn't know if he saw

my back, or even if he did, he might not believe there was a naked woman in the stairwell!

When I heard him indeed heading down, this time I ran down 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? "Have

all the neighbors moved out?" I thought carefully. "Oh dear, it's just a real estate agent showing the apartment to clients!"

The door to that unit was open, meaning I couldn't go back to my own home until they left. I was left exposed

behind the smoke door, waiting to see what would happen. If someone came down the stairs from upstairs, where would I hide?

I listened intently to the sounds in the hallway while keeping an eye on the shadows above, just in case.

The longer it went on, 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.

So I had to run upstairs again. I ran up one floor and hid around the corner of the stairs. Wait, why weren't they going

down ? That's when I heard the agent say something about going up two more floors. Oh no! I quickly

ran upstairs again until I heard their voices turn into the hallway before I stopped. I was panting heavily. When I finally caught my breath

, I realized I was already four or five floors away from my room. There was no other way but to

carefully and cautiously continue down the stairs!

After descending two or three floors, thankfully I didn't encounter anyone. Walking naked in the stairwell was a little

nerve-wracking, but also quite exciting; I felt a wetness in my groin.

Just one more floor to my room when suddenly I heard the sound of a fire door being pushed open. This time, I

instinctively turned and ran back up, but at the same time, I heard the sound of the fire door on the floor above being pushed open!

Oh no! This time, people were coming out of the stairwell from both the upper and lower floors. It's that damn elevator that's having maintenance trouble.

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 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 past them, get back to my floor, open my front door, and run inside. As I closed the door, my

heart was still pounding, and even so, I felt my genitals were soaking wet.

I went to the window, facing out, and with one hand I touched my breast, kneading my nipple,

while with the other I teased my genitals, slowly masturbating. I fantasized that my neighbors were watching my

lewd behavior!

From then on, I loved the thrill of running up the stairs on weekends. Unless the elevator was under maintenance, the stairs were practically

deserted . I often masturbated while leaning on the stair railing, feeling as if I were being

raped on the stairs—it was so exciting!

I graduated, but unfortunately, the economy was in recession, and I couldn't find a job. During this period of unemployment, I

secretly worked as a nude model for a few months, without telling my parents.

I remember taking off my clothes in front of more than a dozen people, both men and women, but I didn't feel embarrassed at all

.

They walked around me, and every inch of my skin was under their eyes. I

felt excited because I could openly expose my body. My breasts, waist, round buttocks,

long legs, and vulva were completely exposed without any cover. I even felt a little proud because I could

let people appreciate my body.

The pose I posed was a "short pose." The instructor designed many different body movement

images. I kept turning and twisting myself, showing different shapes and beauties, whether

open, wrinkled, soft, or taut. The power of my body seemed to radiate in that moment,

and it was as if I was having a dialogue with the painter. At the same time, I could show my beautiful naked body to everyone

without having to be shy or timid—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? This led to many incredible

events .

Postscript:

My Masturbation

One day, after taking a shower, I came out naked and stood in front of the full-length mirror looking

at my naked body. Looking at my snow-white skin, slender figure, and full breasts, my hands unconsciously

touched my breasts and gently pinched my nipples. Gradually, I felt an increasing heat, and unconsciously

touched my genitals, slowly making circles. The feeling was almost uncontrollable. Slowly, I used my fingers...

I parted my labia and inserted my fingers into my vagina, first one, then two, then three.

I felt a jolt of electricity coursing through my genitals, my body shuddered, and milky white fluid flowed out, filling

my entire vagina. My hand unconsciously touched my breast again, noticing my nipples hardening… I

closed my eyes, savoring this overwhelming pleasure… My fingers continued to thrust in and out of my vagina, and gradually,

it began to feel very good, very good, my vagina becoming increasingly itchy. I felt so wanton… so wanton…

and felt waves of excitement…

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