Exhibitionist in the stairwell

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I'm 38 years old and an exhibitionist. I live on the 18th floor, and going downstairs naked in the elevator is definitely not a wise choice. If someone presses my button halfway down the elevator, I'll become the most notorious slut in this building in no time, looking like this. So I tried to be as quiet as possible as I walked into the stairwell. The breeze in the corridor brushed between my legs, and I felt a slight coolness in my genitals, but my mind cleared up considerably.

It was a little past nine in the morning, a weekend morning, and many people were still lingering in their warm beds; there were hardly any people walking in the corridor.

After several months of Shiqin's "training," I was actually quite used to climbing stairs naked, and this wasn't the first time I'd walked naked in the stairwell of this building. However, I'd never done it during the day before, nor had I ever walked such a long distance. Coupled with the serious consequences of my lewd behavior being exposed here, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

I was naked now, and I couldn't possibly have my house key with me; the spare key was with Shiqin, so I was essentially out of options.

I gritted my teeth, made up my mind, and hurried downstairs. Though I called it hurrying, wearing 15-centimeter heels, with a large dildo inserted into my vagina, and my anus swollen from the glass beads in my rectum, walking quickly wasn't easy.

I held tightly to the stair railing with one hand, pressed the dildo against my genitals with the other, puffed out my chest, kept my legs together, and swayed my hips from side to side for balance, taking one step at a time. While this posture helped me maintain my balance, if others saw me, the only word that would be "utterly lewd" would be "obscene."

Due to nervousness, I felt more sensitive than usual; any slight sound around me made me suspect someone was nearby, but upon closer listening, I realized it wasn't anyone, and only then did I feel a little relieved.

After descending five floors, the dildo rubbed against my vaginal walls with each movement, and a burning sensation began to spread through my genitals. The intense desire constantly stimulated my sensitive areas, and I couldn't help but grasp the dildo and begin masturbating. This

made walking more difficult, but my tension eased, and my desire to be seen naked was aroused. This stretch of road felt much easier than before.

Because I had received an enema early that morning, the milk had been churning in my rectum for a while. The urge to defecate began to surge, and the swelling in my anus was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.

When I reached the seventh floor, my vulva was dripping wet and had an eerie red hue. My labia opened and closed with each thrust of the dildo, seemingly beckoning for a real penis to ravage them. My head started buzzing, and a rising desire swelled within me, accompanied by wave after wave of pleasure surging through my lower body. I was on the verge of reaching a new climax.

Just then, laughter and chatter came from downstairs, followed by the sound of the door to the fifth-floor stairwell opening. The conversation below grew louder.

"I live on the fifth floor! The room I'm renting is on the eighth. This apartment building is so tall, the elevator is always busy, taking the stairs is much more convenient. Young man, you should climb the stairs more often when you rent here, so you don't get too little exercise!" an older woman's voice nag.

"Okay, please slow down." It was a very young voice, probably a working professional renting an apartment here.

Then I heard footsteps, and the two of them started walking upstairs. Fortunately, the older woman wasn't walking fast, and she slowed the young man down as well.

My heart skipped a beat, and my mind went blank. Only seven floors left, and of all times, I ran into this situation! Soon, the shadows of two shoulders appeared between the upper and lower floors. My legs began to tremble, and my vaginal fluids increased, flowing down my thighs to the floor.

In another minute, those two people would see me naked, my genitals a mess, a dildo inserted into my vagina, my filthy state splattered with vaginal fluids. That old woman would probably faint on the spot, and when she woke up, she would describe my lewd state to everyone she met with a contemptuous tone. And that young man? Would he immediately pull out his big cock and fuck me?

Perhaps due to this sudden stimulation, my urge to defecate also increased instantly. The glass marbles in my rectum pounded against my anus with the surging milk, as if they were about to burst forth.

Awakened by the throbbing pain in my anus, I immediately banished the unnecessary sexual fantasies from my mind, and in a moment of quick thinking, pulled the dildo out of my genitals and headed towards the stairwell door on the 7th floor. I reached the door in just a few steps. After vaguely seeing through the glass window that no one was inside, I immediately opened the door and rushed into the 7th floor, crouching down at the entrance.

This was actually the elevator lobby, a short distance from the apartments. I felt a little relieved and immediately strained my ears to listen to the two people outside. Sure enough, they hadn't noticed me and continued walking upstairs, discussing rent.

When they reached the 7th-floor stairwell, the young man suddenly stopped and asked in surprise, "Why is there a puddle of water here?"

My heart leaped into my throat. It was the shameful vaginal discharge from my vagina. If they followed the stain and opened the door, I would be doomed.

My breath caught in my throat. My mind raced. If they found out, I would become the laughingstock of the neighborhood, my husband would divorce me immediately, my family would know my true colors… It was terrifying, so terrifying! I felt a deep regret for masturbating as I went downstairs. If I had just suppressed my perverse sexual urges a little, this wouldn't have happened.

"Don't look! Let me tell you, there's a naughty kid on this floor who keeps peeing here. We've told his parents so many times, but he won't listen. These young parents these days just don't know how to raise their kids..." The old woman grumbled, but to me, it sounded like heavenly music. I even started to feel grateful to the little rascal on that floor.

As their footsteps faded into the distance, my heart finally settled, though my rapid breathing, still pounding from the shock, hadn't quite calmed down.

Just then, my heart leaped again! "Auntie, why are you squatting here naked? Aren't you ashamed?" I stared in shock at the other end of the elevator, where an eight or nine-year-old child with a toy four-wheel drive car was looking at me with equal astonishment.

The child was handsome, with big eyes, but his nose was a little flat, which actually added to his cuteness at his age. But in that instant, I couldn't care less about his appearance. Countless thoughts raced through my mind. I knew I was doomed. The child's parents were probably nearby. Once he figured things out and yelled, I'd be surrounded by the residents of this floor.

Why had I become an exhibitionist? I ruined my own life… In despair, I forgot to tighten my swollen anus. With a slight relaxation, two glass marbles shot out with a spurt of milk.

Luckily, I immediately realized something was wrong and pressed my hand against my anus, stopping the marbles and milk from spraying out and preventing a scene resembling a firework display.

The marble rolled awkwardly to the child's feet. The child paused, his surprise vanishing. He put down his toy car, picked up the marble, and looked up with an excited expression: "Auntie, you're a magician, right? You're completely naked, how can you suddenly produce marbles?" What luck! The marble in my rectum had helped me again. I couldn't help but feel smug about my decision to have an enema that morning, and I didn't even feel ashamed of this extremely embarrassing situation.

Suddenly, an idea struck me, but in the next instant, my remaining rationality rejected it, because it was just... too despicable.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the child immediately turned to look at the residents and said to me, "Auntie, wait a minute, I'll call my mom and dad to come watch your magic trick!"

Just as he turned his head to call out, I gritted my teeth, knowing I had no choice, and immediately whispered, "Don't shout! Little boy, come here." I gestured for him to come.

The thought of what I was about to do felt like I had exceeded the limits of shame, but this shame also stimulated the most sensitive nerve in my brain, making me incredibly excited, and I felt my whole body heating up.

The child nodded blankly, not at all shy, and took a few steps closer to me.

Seeing that he was relatively obedient, I relaxed a little and forced a smile, saying, "Wasn't the magic trick amazing? Didn't you see it clearly? Auntie will show you again."

At this moment, my mind was driven by the instinct for self-preservation and that deep-seated desire, completely abandoning my usual common sense and moral principles. I slightly raised my buttocks, aimed my anus at the corner of the wall, and slightly relaxed my anus. With a "smack," several marbles mixed with milky white fluid bounced from my anus onto the wall, then bounced back to the ground and rolled around.

I immediately pressed my hand against my anus again, afraid that I would "erupt" there all at once.

After doing this, my rationality returned for a moment, and I immediately felt unbearably ashamed. How could I do such a shameless thing in front of a child? Have these past few months of discipline really made me lose even the last bit of shame?

The child clapped and laughed excitedly, "Amazing, amazing! Auntie can turn marbles into her butt!" Hearing this, I was even more embarrassed and immediately waved my hand to stop him, "Shh~~ Keep your voice down, this is a secret between you and Auntie! If you keep this secret, Auntie will show you again next time." This was just a few perfunctory words, of course, but the child took it seriously, saying, "Then how can I find Auntie next time? If I can't find her, I'll tell my dad and ask him to help me find her!" I suddenly remembered that the male homeowner on the 7th floor knew me. What if he was the child's father? If the child described my appearance and build, I'd be in big trouble. I could only say, "Auntie will be waiting for you on the rooftop at 1 pm tomorrow."

The child asked, "Will Auntie still perform the marble-turning-butt trick for me next time?" My face instantly flushed red. Now even a little kid can tease me like this? How shameless can I be? Seeing his expectant expression, I could only reply, "Yes, yes, Auntie will show you again next time."

"Then will you still be naked tomorrow, Auntie? I want to see you perform with your naked bottom!" The child became even more excited.

These words, coming from a young child's mouth, felt incongruous, making the lewd connotation even stronger. The moment those words reached my ears, my mind went blank, and the fire of desire within me was completely ignited. I immediately replied, "Of course!" Then I turned to the side, bent over, and used the hand pressing on my anus to spread my buttocks, waving my anus towards him, as if to demonstrate my trust.

The child blinked, but his gaze was fixed on my anus, as if trying to see how the marbles were produced, and he was about to reach out and touch it.

My anus was at its most sensitive at that moment, and I immediately turned around to avoid his hand. But because I was bent over, turning around was tantamount to presenting my breast to his hand. With a "plop," his hand was already on my breast.

"Auntie, your breasts are so big and soft! I take a bath with my mom, and her breasts are much smaller than yours. You also have more pubic hair than Mommy." The child didn't pull his hand away from my breasts; instead, he grabbed and squeezed them with great interest.

At this point, my mind was in a state of confusion. I didn't know if it was to protect myself and try to appease the child, or if I was immersed in this absurd yet intense atmosphere of lust. So I took his other hand and placed it on my breast, saying, "Good boy, if you like it, Auntie will let you touch it later, but you still have to keep it a secret!"

The child looked smug, and his hands immediately began to knead my breasts improperly, like kneading dough.

I thought that children this age probably didn't understand lust; it was probably just an Oedipus complex and curiosity. But the child's haphazard movements stimulated me strangely, especially when he started grabbing and squeezing my nipples. I felt a strange tremor in my chest, and my genitals secreted a lot of fluid, which dripped down.

His interest had shifted to my genitals: "Auntie, why did you pee here? I like to pee here and in the stairwell too, but Mom always scolds me for being unruly and a bad child. Are you a bad child too, Auntie?"

It turned out he was the little rascal the old woman had been talking about.

He had already put his hands on my genitals, pinching one labia with each hand and spreading them apart, looking at my already wet vulva. He was carefully observing this organ, which he had vaguely seen while bathing with his mother but never had the chance to study in detail, seemingly pondering why women didn't have a penis, but instead had such a hole.

"Auntie, this isn't pee, it's called…holy water. Auntie can only do magic tricks because of this," I lied without batting an eye.

My body had become so lewd that even the touch of a young child would elicit a reaction. I felt incredibly sad about this fact, but the burning desire tormented me, making me want to do even more lewd things to reach that climax that seemed to be right before my eyes.

"Really?" This answer clearly piqued his curiosity, and he immediately inserted several fingers into my vagina and began to manipulate them.

As those slender fingers relentlessly invaded my private parts, I felt a needle-like pleasure shoot from my spine to my brain, followed by an incomparably sweet and tingling sensation.

From a third-person perspective, the scene before me seemed utterly absurd: a completely naked young woman, in front of a child not even ten years old, raised her breasts, spread her legs, pressed her right hand against her anus, and held a dildo in her left hand, while the child's hand was groping inside the woman's vagina, the woman moaning and yielding under the child's caresses, her juices flowing freely…

The boy's fingers continued rubbing inside my vagina. My lower body was already overflowing with desire. With the overwhelming feeling of impending orgasm, I collapsed onto the ground. My hand, which had been pressing against my anus, was now free, and I squeezed my breasts hard to relieve the burning numbness in my upper body. The boy seemed somewhat surprised by my strong reaction, his eyes wide as he watched my body writhe more and more violently. Although he didn't understand why, he felt a sense of accomplishment and control over someone else's actions, which made him very proud. So he reached even deeper into my vagina, probing and probing, wanting to see how I would react next. "Ah...ah...harder! Yes, harder..." The pleasure that felt like it was tearing my soul apart made me moan joyfully. I didn't care that the person in front of me was just a little child, and I started to rave: "Auntie likes you touching my big breasts...Auntie likes you playing with my cunt...ah...don't stop...Auntie is going to orgasm...it's coming..." Because my lower body was already in a state of rapid flow, the child's tender fingers made a "squirting" sound when they went in and out of my vagina. This extremely lewd sound made my consciousness close to collapse. My mind went blank, my head shook wildly, and my lower body completely lost sensation. I knew that my orgasm was coming... "Ahhh..." With a few muffled gasps, two streams of white vaginal fluid shot out from my vagina, splashing on my legs, the ground, and even the child's sleeve. My intense lust didn't leave my body with the obscene fluids; instead, it lingered in my limbs, leaving me trembling weakly, only able to maintain a wide-open position, displaying to the boy my wet, swollen, and red vulva, ravaged by his fingers. The boy seemed stunned by my dazed and frenzied state, his mouth agape as he stared at my jade-like body lying on the ground, exuding allure, a strange light appearing in his eyes. Immersed in the afterglow of my orgasm, I obviously had no time to consider the impact this would have on me, but later events proved that this orgasm would cost me even more. "This house is nice! But could you give me a discount on the price...?" As my lust receded from my body like the receding tide, I vaguely heard the voices of the young people who had come to rent the house earlier in the stairwell. It seemed they had finished viewing the house and were coming downstairs. Only then did I remember Peijuan's instructions, and glancing at my watch, I saw that fifteen minutes had passed. Luckily, I had an enema done early today, so even though I missed my climax here, I still had time to go downstairs. Looking up again, I saw the boy staring at me with the same look he gave a frog being dissected in biology class. I forced a smile, leaned against the wall to stand up, and said, "Auntie has something to do, I have to go now!" I turned around, slightly parted my legs, and inserted the dildo back into my vagina. Then, with that swaying gait I had to take to maintain my balance, I walked towards the door. "Auntie, I'll come see you tomorrow! Remember to show me your naked bottom!" Hearing this promise that gave me a headache but also left me helpless, I nodded to him, pushed open the door, and went into the stairwell, leaving the boy with only the back of his plump, round buttocks sticking out. Hearing a "bang" from the fifth floor, I knew the old man and the boy had left the stairwell, so I confidently walked downstairs.

[The End]

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