I love exposing myself

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Hello everyone, 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, and I weigh 120 pounds. 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 pretty cute. I'm a fairly 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 great, 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 that, I actually felt incredibly pleasure, especially when someone noticed I wasn't wearing anything underneath and stared at me. It made me both shy and excited.
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 even 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 was crowded on my way home, I would often be taken advantage of. The boys standing next to me would often deliberately put their hands behind my backside and, with the swaying of the bus, take the opportunity to grope me. I remember one time was the most outrageous.
Once, also in a crowded train car, a middle-aged man noticed I wasn't wearing a bra. He also noticed my lack of reaction when he touched my buttocks, so he 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—that would break me! Luckily, he only touched me. Even so, after being touched in my private parts for the first time by a man, I masturbated several times after returning home that day.
A few months later, I wanted to seek more excitement. So every day I would get up around 3 AM, 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 when I went out, I not only walked, but I was also very afraid of being seen, so I hid and hid, yet I really wanted to walk naked in the streets.
At first, I only dared to circle around my home, but then I became bolder and bolder, walking further and further away, even venturing into a nearby park to masturbate. 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 has happened so far.
The most exciting time was when I masturbated in a park, but I didn't expect it to take so long. When I opened my eyes after reaching orgasm, I found it was already dawn, and that park was far from my home, a fifteen-minute run, requiring crossing four main roads. By then, there were already many people practicing Tai Chi and folk dancing in the park, which was terrible. With no other choice, I took a deep breath and began an impossible mission: to attempt my first-ever streaking.
Not long after I started running, people noticed me and started pointing and whispering. Luckily, most of the people out and about were elderly, so they didn't chase me. When crossing the street, I recklessly jaywalked. I imagine the drivers passing by must have been thrilled! I ran for a long time before finally getting home. Luckily, my parents weren't up yet. I checked the clock; it was 6:30. That was quite an experience.
After that embarrassing streaking, I was hesitant to go out naked in the middle of the night for a while, but the exhibitionist urge lurking in my heart kept resurfacing.
One Saturday noon, my parents were out doing business, and I slept in until about 12:30. It was a very hot day, so I felt lethargic and lacked energy. On a whim, I ordered a pizza with a buy-one-get-one-free offer, not caring whether I could eat that much or not.
Afterward, I turned on the TV and watched porn. About twenty-seven or twenty-eight minutes later, just as the pornographic film was about to reach the point where the male lead was about to penetrate me, the doorbell rang. My pizza had arrived. At that moment, I suddenly felt an uncontrollable urge and actually 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 very ashamed, so I went back to my room to get my underwear, which I hadn't worn for over ten days
, and put it on. But after putting it on, I felt uncomfortable all over, and the urge was so strong that I took my underwear off again. So, when the doorbell rang for the third time, I opened the door completely naked, my face flushed. As expected, it was a young male deliveryman.
He wasn't particularly handsome, and he was sweating profusely, carrying two pizzas, one large and one small. He was about to say to me, "Miss, your..."
I saw him quickly turn red, probably because he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Indeed, who wouldn't be surprised to see a completely naked girl suddenly appear in front of them?
I asked him, a mix of shyness and a bit of 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 table in the living room.
I asked, "How much?"
He said, "It's... one hundred and twenty... dollars..."
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, you know!
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. 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. Letting a stranger see my naked body like that gave me a strange thrill.
He took the money and left, giving me one last, head-to-toe look before I closed the door.
My heart was still pounding after I closed the door.

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