[Hong Kong Exposure Girl's Diary]

My name is Jingyan, and I'm twenty-two years old. I'm certain I'm the biggest exhibitionist in Hong Kong.

And if I claim to be third, I doubt anyone would dare claim first or second. What made me a super exhibitionist

started last year on my birthday. Even when I was little, everyone praised me, saying I lived up to my name and

would to be a quiet, lovely, and stunningly beautiful woman. Sure enough, besides their prediction that I was pretty,

they didn't know I possessed a devilish figure they couldn't see or even imagine. But after my

birthday party last year, I believe they'll soon have the chance to admire my…

June 6th (Saturday).

My parents immigrated to Canada last month, leaving me alone in Hong Kong. My most carefree moment finally

arrived! I invited all my best friends to my house to celebrate my 21st birthday, and today I received more gifts than

ever before . They ate and celebrated the whole way, and I unwrapped all the gifts without hesitation.

But when I opened one of the boxes, there was an immediate uproar. It was a set of lace underwear that was so thin it was practically transparent, with almost no

fabric . It was a gift from my best friend, Xiaolingjing, who

said that since I was a grown woman, I should wear adult underwear. I was absolutely furious! Then she made

an more outrageous request: she insisted that I put it on for her to see right away. Of course, I was extremely unwilling; but

everyone present chimed in, and in the end, I couldn't resist the clamor. Although I agreed to put it on, I would only show it to

one person—my best friend, Xiaolingjing. Amidst the boos,

Xiaolingjing dragged me into the room.

She frantically tore my clothes to shreds, and I immediately told her to turn around. I said I would take it off myself, and then I put on the bra that barely covered half of my breasts and the incredibly thin, see-through lace panties

that didn't even cover my pubic hair .

When the little fairy turned around and saw my voluptuous figure, she exclaimed in admiration! She circled my body,

saying she had never seen such a beautiful figure before. She said my measurements were well-proportioned with a slight curve,

large where it should be large and small where it should be small. Just as I was reveling in her sweet words and feeling lightheaded

, she suddenly and swiftly unhooked my bra. As I covered my chest with my hands, she pulled down

my underwear to my calves. I tried my best to cover myself, but it was too late. She grabbed my hands and pressed me down on the bed,

saying she wanted to see my completely naked body, flawless and perfect. She also said it

was an infinite honor to let others admire one's perfect body. I was finally seduced by her sweet words, and slowly took off my underwear piece by

piece, standing naked in front of her; completely naked for her to see. This was the first time I had ever been

completely naked in front of someone, and that little devil was the culprit who would later turn me into an exhibitionist.

June 7th (Sunday)

When I woke up this morning, it was already 12:30 pm. I was probably too tired from playing yesterday. Thinking back to

last night when I was naked in front of that little devil for the first time, I still feel a little excited. I got up and went to the full-length mirror to

look at myself. After looking at myself, I noticed two nipples protruding from under my robe. Unexpectedly, I slowly took off the robe and

saw my half-naked upper body and my full breasts (I never wear a bra to bed). I still felt

a little unsatisfied. Then I slowly took off my remaining underwear. I had never really looked at myself without

clothes before. Even when I showered, I would only glance at myself casually. Never before had I been

so thorough. I realized that my bronze body was truly beautiful. Just as I was reveling in my full figure, the doorbell

suddenly rang. Through the peephole, I saw it was Uncle Bai. He used to often come to my house to chat with my dad.

He probably didn't know that my parents had gone to Canada last month, which is why he was knocking on the door today. But I couldn't bear to let him come

for nothing, so I gave him a little treat—to be my first audience after I became an exhibitionist.

I answered the door loudly and rushed into the bathroom. I found a bath towel, folded it into a

small one that barely covered half my breasts and just enough to cover my buttocks, and sprinkled a little water on my head. Pretending to be showering

and rushing to open the door, I went to the door and flung it open with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

As I opened the door, I pretended not to know who it was, and then greeted Uncle Bai with a chatty tone, saying that my parents had gone to

Canada. I joked and laughed like a child, deliberately raising my buttocks and slightly lifting the towel, confident that

Uncle Bai wouldn't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

This time, he could not only see my full buttocks, but also my entire cleft and

the small hole in the cleft, ultimately revealing the little paradise that every man hopes to see on a woman's body—a little haven

untouched . Thinking about this, my heart suddenly started pounding, and my whole body became unusually excited. I even

felt a warm current flowing through my paradise. I believe Uncle Bai could also see the stream flowing

gently . At that moment, I immediately snapped out of it and told Uncle Bai I had an appointment with a friend and couldn't see him. He

left with a disappointed expression. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief, recalling the scene – it was both exciting and

exhilarating . I realized how satisfying it was to have my body seen; now I understood the mindset of an exhibitionist.

I felt my first performance today was a great success, and tonight I'll prepare well for tomorrow's performance.

June 8th (Monday)

This morning was the earliest I've gotten up since returning to work. I needed time to prepare an outfit that was both particularly

attractive and prone to revealing too much. The more anxious I was, the harder it was to find something I liked.

After much searching, I finally settled on a thin white vest and an orange skirt. Standing in front of the mirror, my breasts

were full and prominent, with clearly visible nipples and areolas. I thought it was too exaggerated, so I put on a

red jacket to cover up. But even the slightest movement would easily reveal that I was

going to work without a bra. This was also the first time I'd gone to work without one, and I was a little nervous. Finally, I had to choose my underwear, since it was something to be seen,

so couldn't be rude. Most of my underwear is rather conservative, and I finally

managed to choose a lighter-colored, thinner pair, with a few pubic hairs peeking out from the edge. I hoped this pair would

meet the little requirements of any voyeur!

Just as I was feeling smug, I glanced at the clock and realized it was already eight o'clock. So I immediately

rushed out to the bus stop. I usually take the minibus to work, but I know that men who take the bus are my loyal followers.

The audience was a real spectator. As I walked to the bus stop, the men on the street all stared at me with predatory eyes. Some looked directly at me, some glanced sideways

, some stole glances, some looked back, and some even followed me. I remember that before, no matter how beautifully I dressed

, I would only get a few men looking at me from afar. I never imagined that just dressing a little sexy could

make such a huge difference!

I'm sure I'll have to put more thought into choosing my clothes in the future. Suddenly being admired by so

many people filled me with endless satisfaction, or rather, endless pleasure. This

excitement quickly led me to the bus stop. Seeing the long queue was daunting, but thinking about it more deeply,

if there weren't enough spectators, wouldn't all my efforts in dressing up this morning be wasted? To achieve my goal, I had no choice but to join

the end of the queue. But as I waited in line, I noticed many greedy eyes staring at me, and

some disdainful glances coming from a few women. Oh well!

Jealousy is a woman's nature; what can they do when they don't have my beauty, my alluring figure

, and most importantly, the boldness to expose themselves like I do?

As , my heart pounded, probably because my performance was about to begin!

I followed the crowd, slowly making my way onto the bus, finally finding a standing spot near the bottom of the stairs.

Although the bus was already packed, the men were happy to give up their seats because of my prominent figure.

As I passed them, their gazes were fixed on the cleavage tightly covered by my vest; as the bus

swayed , my jacket slightly opened, revealing my nipples to the audience. My

heart began to race again.

I really wanted to strip naked and let them see everything. My chest rose and fell with my heartbeat, the stimulating

pleasure causing my nipples to harden. The breathing around me, along with the predatory gazes of the men,

slowly made me feel increasingly uncomfortable. But I had lost interest in the old group of spectators, so I decided to get off a stop early

to let more male spectators enjoy the ride. The weather was lovely, and my outfit suited the weather perfectly.

The eyes of passersby, men and women alike, were fixed on my chest; the deep cleavage and clear nipples were

visible through my thin vest. At that moment, another warm current surged through my already burning heart, rushing straight to my lower body

, making me feel incredibly uncomfortable. Feeling completely lost, I hurried back to the company.

The first thing I did upon arriving at the company was go to the restroom. As I walked down the corridor, I noticed many lecherous eyes

constantly darting around, and heard whispers and comments about me, but I couldn't pay much attention to them then. Upon reaching

the restroom and entering one of the stalls, I immediately pulled down my underwear. It was completely soaked, and

a trickle of water was still flowing down below. Perhaps I was too engrossed in my performance this morning, and without any prior mental

preparation, which led to this situation. Now, with my underwear wet and filthy, and no new ones to

replace it, I figured I'd have to go a day without underwear. Maybe it's because it's my first day without underwear, or maybe it's because my

upper body is bare, but I feel like people are staring at me all the time. I can only blame my usually plain clothing for

attracting so many strange looks.

Although I have my own desk, the desks at my company are designed to be bare underneath,

so if you look closely, you can clearly see that my lower body is also bare. Right now, I'm feeling very conflicted. On one hand,

I want more people to see my beautiful physique, but on the other hand, I'm afraid they'll discover I'm an exhibitionist and despise

me. After much deliberation and struggle, I finally overcame my inner demons and decided to do as I pleased.

However, at the company, I maintained my usual ladylike image, guarding my last line of defense, not easily revealing

my private life to them, while putting on a bold performance for outsiders. After dodging and weaving, lunchtime finally arrived.

As I expected, many male colleagues invited me to lunch today, but I declined them all,

hoping attract more new spectators. So I found a canteen farther from the company, where there were fewer customers;

but the moment I stepped inside, almost everyone stared at me. I quickly bought

a ticket, picked up my food, and immediately found a suitable seat—not too conspicuous, yet still attracting new spectators. I

was facing two rather unassuming-looking workers. Although I ate while reading a magazine, I still noticed them

constantly stealing glances at me. I even deliberately puffed out my chest to whet their appetites.

They kept staring at the faint outline of my nipples; then they'd exchange glances. Surprisingly, they weren't

satisfied , deliberately knocking their chopsticks to the ground, trying to glimpse under my skirt. They must have been startled and

had a feast for their eyes, because I was completely naked today! Seeing their efforts, I deliberately

spread my legs wider, wanting to present my pubic hair-covered vulva more clearly to them. I knew they'd be

very grateful. I could feel their breaths, taking turns under the table, very close to my vulva, like a gentle

breeze blowing through my pubic hair, which in turn rubbed against my genitals, causing my arousal to slowly seep out again

. Lunchtime was passing, and the diners in the canteen were gradually leaving. The two workers sitting opposite me had already left while I was lost

in my self-admiration . Since the audience had left, the performer should leave too!

Just as I was about to leave the cafeteria, I vaguely heard a cleaning lady behind me tell the owner that the women's restroom

flush was broken and she hoped he would get it fixed quickly. The owner went into the restroom to check. So I decided to wait a little

longer and, feigning ignorance, pushed open the smoke door to find a restroom. Sure enough, I found a "Temporarily Closed"

sign hanging outside the women's restroom; but I curiously looked into the men's restroom and found it unlocked, with a urinal and a

squat toilet with an iron door. Just as I was admiring it, the owner suddenly appeared

behind I told him that the women's restroom was broken, but I urgently needed to use the men's restroom,

but I was worried about other men entering and causing inconvenience, so I asked him to guard the door and prevent

other men from entering.

He readily agreed, of course, because all men desire to be as close as possible to a woman's private parts. Moreover,

even with the toilet door closed, the distance between the door frame and the ground is more than ten inches. He only

needs to bend down to clearly see me using the toilet. Sure enough, as soon as I closed

the door, he immediately approached. I only slowly squatted down when I saw his shoes, fully exposing myself so he could see everything.

My purpose was clear, so I spread my legs as wide as possible. I knew that at this moment, my thick pubic hair was spread out on

both sides , revealing a pinkish fleshy mound, and only this lucky man could see the narrow opening. His

shadow slowly moved away from the doorway after I finished, and when I came out, I even said "thank you" to him. Actually, he should have

said "thank you." After all, what man doesn't like beautiful women, especially when it's legal to peep on them?

Finally, I composed myself and returned to the company, working the entire afternoon within the range of furtive voyeurs. I had to dodge

left and to concentrate on my work. But thinking back to being spied on twice during lunch—once under the table and once in the toilet—

was both exciting and nerve-wracking. So as soon as work ended, I rushed to the bus stop

to wait for the bus. Once on the bus, I was forced to stand by the stairs, where I could watch

passengers board the upper deck. Girls in short skirts could easily

peek up My skirt was much shorter than theirs; if I stood in the middle of the stairs,

anyone standing there could easily see up my skirt

– my underwear-free paradise, the place they dreamed of. So, when

fewer moved, they

scrambled to stand at the best spot at the bottom of the stairs. Seeing their scrambling was both infuriating and

laughable , but thinking deeper, they were simply trying to peep at a beautiful woman.

I'm sure they reaped a rich harvest this time, because I'm not only beautiful; I'm also a woman without underwear.

As I climbed the steps, I glanced down and noticed that almost everyone was staring at me. Standing at the

top, I deliberately looked around for an empty spot. Although there were a few, I still preferred this performance

position . My heart was pounding again, because I was confident that at least five people could see my private area. Perhaps

I'd gotten used to not wearing underwear all day; the stream no longer had the surging power of this morning. Instead, it felt like I was walking through the jungle along the stream,

the glistening water clinging to my pubic hair. The sense of accomplishment from the exposure made my ample buttocks sway with the bus, my thighs

opening and closing intermittently. At this moment, the audience below were even more aroused. After the performance, I

got off the bus with the passengers from the upper deck. Of course, there were many disappointed looks; and some people, as if hypnotized by me, accompanied me

off the bus . Feeling a bit hungry after getting off, I ate a bowl of wonton noodles and went home, seemingly without a destination

. But I still noticed many pedestrians on the street staring at me. Back home, the first thing I did was strip

naked, lie back on the bed, and relax, savoring the day's experience. It turns out that being naked in front of others, receiving silent

admiration , truly brings an indescribable pleasure; and I also feel a different kind of unrestrained

joy in not wearing clothes. So, I decided to start a breakthrough tonight—sleeping naked.

June 9th (Tuesday)

Today I felt particularly energetic, greeting the morning air with my naked body—it really felt so comfortable!

No wonder so many celebrities like to sleep naked. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I realized today that my bathroom window can see into

the neighboring apartment; the apartment across the street and the bathrooms on the first and second floors below. Thinking that if I can see people using the toilet, then others

can see me too, I opened the window wide, hoping the upstairs or across the street residents would admire my beautiful bronze body. After

rummaging around in the bathroom for a long time without finding anyone home, I had to calm down and go back to my room to choose

suitable revealing clothing.

Just as I was about to turn on the light, I noticed the curtains were still drawn. I thought to myself

, wouldn't it be a win-win situation to open the curtains and save on electricity while letting more neighbors watch the show for free? So I decided never to close the curtains again.

The feeling of choosing clothes while completely naked was increasingly exciting. At the same time, I felt like millions of

eyes were watching my naked body, and I was a little reluctant to put on clothes!

Today I chose to wear a dark blue shirt, a mid-length yellow A-line skirt, and a thin white long coat

; plus the incredibly thin panties that Little Fairy gave me. Of course, I didn't have a bra! This morning, I

took the bus as usual, and as yesterday, I became the center of attention. The best spot on the stairs in

the middle of was already taken, so I had to stand somewhere to the side.

Of course, I was prepared. I secretly unbuttoned the second button of my shirt and then lightly lifted my long coat.

The short guy standing in front of me naturally didn't miss the opportunity and kept craning his neck to look. I pretended to be indifferent and looked at

the magazine , of course I knew that my breasts were now half exposed; but how could half a breast satisfy so many spectators! As the car

swayed, I casually moved my long coat back a little; then I pulled my shirt up a bit from my waist. With this loosening,

most of my right breast fell out, and the entire nipple and tip were exposed to these lustful lunatics.

I could have fixed it immediately, but seeing how much they admired it, I decided

to fix it ! When the short guy got off the car, he actually lightly rubbed my breast with his arm, which was outrageous! I watched

but didn't touch it.

Back at the office today, I worked as usual. Many male colleagues were still stealing glances at me, but perhaps

because my outfit was more conservative, they were a little disappointed. To maintain my attractiveness,

I had to take off my coat and then occasionally go out to ask them some work-related questions. Of course, they were happy to answer my

questions , because besides showcasing their excellent work abilities, they could also

see my bare breasts under my shirt when I bent over the desk; my full breasts; my ripe and hard nipples. How could they not drool over being so close to my

perfect body! When lunchtime arrived, I

declined all the invitations from my male colleagues as usual, because I still needed to find a new performance spot. Perhaps because my shirt was too dark today,

it failed to attract the attention of passersby. If passersby didn't have any fantasies about me, how could I get excited? In the future, I must

wear lighter colors; thinner fabrics; clothes that are so transparent that they seem to reveal my body.

The new tea restaurant didn't seem to have many customers, but one of the waiters seemed to be a master voyeur; whenever he had

a spare moment , he would stand next to my seat, waiting for an opportunity to peep at my breasts

. Since he had a kindred spirit, why not let him enjoy the view to his heart's content! Every time he approached me, I would sit a little to the side and lean forward a little more, making it easier for him to see through

my shirt cleavage, or even half of my breast. If he really was a master voyeur, then perhaps my entire breast, including the nipple

, would be within his sight. After paying the bill, I looked around and then, under the pretense of asking him where the restroom was, he immediately...

He pointed in one direction and volunteered to follow me. It turned out the toilets here weren't separate for men and women

; one stall had men's urinals, and the other was a unisex squat toilet.

I said "Excuse me" and entered the squat toilet. I noticed the floor was

higher than the stall from yesterday; I was secretly pleased and slowly squatted down, knowing my performance was about to begin. As I used the toilet, I

noticed him waiting. His reflection in the water on the floor was clearly visible; I knew he had a clear

view of my private parts. The dense forest of hair slowly parted my pink flesh, and

a stream of water gushed from the opening inside. A few droplets of water trickled back, flowing past my private parts to another small

opening . I gently cleaned myself with a tissue, confident that this spectacular sight was now fully displayed before him.

Afterward, I lingered, reluctant to get up, because the feeling of being spied on was incredibly exciting and exhilarating

! But reality is reality, and I had to leave eventually. Only as I stood up did I see his reflection as he hurriedly

fled from the restroom door. It's strange, really; why do voyeurs often stay until the very last second before

leaving? Aren't they afraid of being discovered, or is the excitement making them lose their senses? As I left the tea restaurant,

the waiter was still giving me a lewd look. I thought to myself, there's plenty of time, many more opportunities.

I spent the afternoon at the company as usual; after work, not wanting to go home too early, I went to a newly opened shopping mall. On the second floor

, I saw a shop selling underwear. Knowing I didn't have many satisfactory pairs, I went inside

to browse . There was a male and female sales clerk. Initially, the woman attended to me, but I kept picking

and choosing, taking my time; she said she had to go home and the boss would attend to me.

It turned out the man was the shop owner. He introduced some new styles to me, but I told him I wanted something

sexier to suit me. He glanced at me and then went into the warehouse to retrieve several sexy panties for me to choose from. Wow!

I was really shocked. I didn't know there were such daring panties. If I wore them, not only would my pubic hair be clearly visible, but

even the entire outline of my genitals would be clearly displayed as if I weren't wearing any panties at all! But since I had already asked, I had no choice but

to accept ! But I thought that since I was going to spend so much money unnecessarily, why not put on a show and satisfy myself? So I specifically asked the owner if I

could try on a few of them. He immediately swallowed hard and said that was fine. In fact, the so-called changing room was just a

mirror and a curtain for cover. There were also a lot of goods lying around inside. I deliberately moved one of the boxes of goods

to the edge of the curtain with my foot so that the curtain could not be fully closed. I slowly took off the panties and put on one of them, but

no matter how I turned my body, I was still covered by the umbrella skirt. It was still not enough for me, so I simply took off the umbrella skirt and

continued to try on panties. As I tried on panties, I kept an eye on his reflection in the mirror, peeping through the curtain. But he could only

see a little bit of my pubic hair and buttocks.

That was definitely not enough for him, because he couldn't see my entire perfect body.

After trying on the underwear, I asked for four top-quality ones, and then I said to him, "Do you have any sexier or more unique swimsuits for me

to choose from ?" He said repeatedly, "Yes," and even said they were collector's items, and went to find them immediately. In the blink of an eye, I turned around and saw him holding three

incredibly daring swimsuits for me. It seemed he really wanted to admire my naked body, so I went

into the "changing room" and indulged myself. This time I pretended to be in a hurry and pulled the curtain closed, so the curtain was pulled

open a little more than before, and then I slowly took off my top first, so that my full breasts and rosy nipples were

clearly visible to his eyes. I also deliberately teased him by asking him, "How's business lately?"

"Why do you specialize in women's clothing?" I asked, so that when he came closer to answer the question, he could try to get the best angle to peek at me.

When I took off even my underwear, his reflection in the mirror looked like his eyes were about to pop out. Standing in front of the mirror

, looking at my naked self, I really had to thank God for giving me such a perfect bronze body; no wonder he

stared at me like I was hypnotized. I didn't put them on immediately. I placed several swimsuits in front of my chest before slowly trying them on.

I pretended to drop the swimsuits and picked them up in a big motion, pulling the curtain open wider. I deliberately bent

down, letting my bare buttocks protrude beyond the curtain. I deliberately picked up the swimsuits

slowly from the ground, giving him ample time to peek from behind. His gaze started from my back, then

slowly moved down to my buttocks, admiring my round buttocks. A few pubic hairs were visible in the shadow of my buttocks, and then I saw the smooth

flesh, with glistening water droplets in the center. I felt a warm current of excitement surging through my body

. He was only about a foot away from me. How could he resist my charm?

Several times I felt him trying to lean forward, as if a surge of energy was rushing towards me. I had no choice but to suppress

my excitement and change into my own clothes. After pulling back the curtain, I told him to wrap up two of the items: one was

a thin, yellow bikini that barely covered half of my breasts and buttocks, and the other was

an extremely sexy low-cut swimsuit with a high slit that revealed even my pubic hair. I paid and hurried away, afraid of upsetting

him . The first thing I did when I got home was to strip naked and rush into the bathroom. Perhaps

I was too tired from the performance; I just left the window wide open for everyone else to watch! I didn't have much energy left to strike a seductive

pose , so I just took a quick shower.

On Wednesday, June 10th,

the glaring morning light shone directly on my face because I hadn't closed the curtains the night before. I lay naked on the bed,

spread-eagled . Looking out the window, I saw that most of the neighbors had their curtains closed; now I really longed for all the male residents

to come and admire my bronze body. A beautiful face; breasts that, though lying down, still stand high; the morning light making

the nipples appear even more beautiful; a streamlined abdomen highlighting a slightly arched vulva; thick pubic hair resembling a small

forest; legs spread wide; the smooth flesh on either side of the vulva unfolding, revealing the alluring paradise in the center; glistening

fluid slowly flowing from within; making the legs stretch uncomfortably!

After tossing and turning in bed for a while, I could feel several eyes watching me. Although I didn't know which family was

peeping, I didn't mind as long as someone was admiring me. Actually, all the windows in my house are now

open, and the curtains are no longer drawn. Anyone looking into my house can see my naked, bronze body at any time.

Now, every morning after I wash my face, I wander around the living room, kitchen, and bedroom for a while, so that

viewers from different angles can clearly appreciate my beauty from different perspectives!

Today I wore a sheer white t-shirt, over which I wore a white tank top, and on the bottom I wore floral shorts.

Skirt. I really didn't want to wear underwear, but I realized it was too outrageous. So I picked the

sexiest one that had just been sold yesterday—a completely transparent one with a lace trim; a sparse perforation in the middle with subtle floral patterns, clearly showing my pubic hair, and the back

cleft was also easily visible because the material was so thin! As soon as I got on the bus, I stood at the very end.

As I expected, peeping Toms swarmed around me because of my outfit, standing at my feet as if they were bowing

down to my skirt. Some even deliberately climbed up and down to get a glimpse of my alluring face and protruding nipples;

maybe that's what they call wanting to see the whole leopard! Now back at the company, most of the male employees weren't focused on work, only taking

the opportunity to come into my office to chat and start eye exercises.

Their constant peeping made me more and more excited, and a warm current quickly flowed from my lower body, and in an instant, my

underwear was completely soaked. To make myself more comfortable, I quietly took off my underwear in my room before leaving work.

I kept taking off my underwear as I walked, watching others stroll past the glass windows, my heart unexpectedly racing.

I realized that undressing in front of people was so exciting; so pleasurable; so nerve-wracking; so intense.

After work, I strolled along the street, and the feeling of being completely naked inside was so comfortable. A gentle breeze blew

under my skirt, swaying my pubic hair; the ticklish sensation brought me immense excitement. Therefore, I decided to take a walk at

the nearby . The sea breeze felt particularly cool and strong. I leaned against the railing, gazing at the sea; my mind suddenly

calmed considerably. I knew that my short skirt would easily be blown up by the strong wind in my current posture; I also felt that

people walking behind me, men and women alike, would stop to peek. Although I knew I wasn't wearing underwear, and that my

entire rounded buttocks, the shadow of my pubic area, would be exposed to the voyeur's gaze with the wind

, the current feeling of carefree comfort was unprecedented!

The sea breeze was like a wicked lover, kissing my entire body, sometimes from top to bottom, sometimes

from bottom to top, kissing my face, then my neck, then my breasts, his tongue

licking my nipples wildly, making them hard in an instant. He gently kissed my lower abdomen, while his

hands caressed my back. After a pause, his mouth started kissing upwards from my calves, circling

my thighs and kissing incessantly. His lips and tongue alternated, kissing and licking my buttocks, cleft, pubic area, pubic area, pubic area

, and pubic area everywhere, sometimes forceful, sometimes gentle, truly making me feel like I was in heaven! Suddenly I was

awakened by a clattering sound, and when I turned around, I saw two men rubbing their heads. It was obvious they were so focused on my

alluring body that they hadn't been paying attention to where they were going and bumped their heads together. I think I should go home early; if I linger

any longer, someone might fall into the sea...

June 11th (Thursday)

This morning, after getting up, I didn't waste as much time as usual choosing revealing clothes. I decided to

bring several sets of outfits in a large handbag for any occasional performances. Today was the day for inspecting the branch factory. Since not

many people like this task, I was immediately accepted when I volunteered to the head office.

My duty this time is to inspect the operations of the Kwun Tong branch factory. Now, as long as I arrive in a new environment, I can

find opportunities to expose myself! First, as soon as I left the company, I randomly found a cafeteria to have breakfast. Of course, eating breakfast

was secondary; the real purpose was to expose myself and excite me! As soon as I sat down, I turned sideways, slightly

pulled up my short skirt, and unintentionally spread my thighs. The sheer bikini bottoms I wore today couldn't

cover my entire private area at all. The diners across from me could easily see my pubic hair. As I read the magazine, I

enjoyed the thrill of being spied on. Since I was only wearing a white t-shirt, they probably didn't know

I had firm breasts.

So, after paying the bill, I went to the restroom to change into a light yellow tank top. The restroom

was accessed through a long corridor. Apparently, this restroom was shared by the restaurant and parking lot. The men's and women's restrooms

were separate, but the doors faced each other and weren't locked. I could clearly see legs squatting in the men's stall

, while the other stall doors were open. So, I pushed the women's stall door open as wide as possible, deliberately changing clothes there

so that he could easily see my half-naked upper body when he came out. When I heard him flush the toilet, I immediately

took off my shirt. In the mirror, I saw him staring intently at my bare back, then crouching behind the men's restroom door,

intently watching.

Sigh! He really didn't know I was deliberately letting him see. He went up and down countless times, and just as I turned

slightly , revealing one breast, his eyes practically popped out. After putting my tank top back on, I still

wasn't satisfied, so I went back into the squat toilet stall—my time to expose my private parts. But I squatted there for a long time, and he still

didn't dare go into the women's restroom. So I spread my legs wide, allowing him, standing at a distance, to admire my

little forest, the little paradise within it, the little cave within it, and the clear stream within the cave. After my performance, I went out of

the squat toilet stall and still saw him crouching behind the men's door. So I pretended to pull up my skirt and adjust my underwear, letting

my pubic hair reappear before his eyes! I believe he should be satisfied now.

This time, I chose to take the MTR to Kwun Tong because I've never performed inside the subway

system ! And the see-through miniskirt I wore today attracted a lot of attention. When the train arrived

, I chose to sit opposite two students. I wanted to see if students were as lewd as other men

, and I quickly learned the answer was the same.

From the moment I sat down, their eyes never left my chest and under my skirt. One of them even

pretended tie his shoelaces, bending over to peek at my underwear. Of course, I took the opportunity to spread my legs as wide as possible, making it easier for him

to see my lace panties, and the pubic hair inside was also clearly visible to him. I continued to pretend

to read a magazine, opening and closing my legs, making them dizzy.

Station after station, after a round of whispering, they deliberately got up to offer their seats to two elderly people, standing in front of me instead.

Now they were positioned directly above my cleavage, and the air conditioning in the carriage made my nipples stand out.

How could any young man, full of vigor, resist such near-perfect breasts! They followed me until I

got off .

After all the departing passengers had taken the escalator, I slowly left the carriage, and of course, they remained behind me

! I understood their intentions, so as I walked, I kept pulling my short skirt up from my waist, making it even shorter. I...

As soon as I stepped onto the escalator, I felt them bending down, peering at my buttocks. To achieve my goal of exposure, I

pretended to fix my shoe buckles, bent down, and scratched my buttocks. Those standing behind me could clearly

see my cleft, and the transparency of my underwear allowed them to see my two smooth mounds of flesh,

with a few pubic hairs along the edges. Although the escalator quickly reached the lobby,

that short time was enough to excite and linger for those two students. After leaving the subway station, I noticed

many more people staring at me. Was I really that attractive? It turned out my skirt

was really short enough to attract those two students; no wonder there were so many surprised looks! So, when not many people were paying attention, I

quickly pulled the skirt down to normal.

Following the address, I finally found the branch factory, where I was greeted by a male

supervisor surnamed Wang, about thirty years old. His first glance went straight to my protruding nipples, then to my short skirt. I had to ask him twice before he

realized and led me on a tour of the factory's production process. We toured the production line, and he explained how it worked

and how production was done .

But I didn't bother with that; my main concern was whether anyone was peeping at me. As we passed several departments,

the workers' eyes never left my chest. Several times, when I bent down to touch the fabric, Supervisor Wang and

other workers vied for the best spots. I gave them ample time to clearly see my cleavage; those in

good positions could clearly see my perfect breasts and rosy nipples. Some of the more eagle-eyed workers, however, peeked

up from behind when I bent over, revealing my underwear. The thin panties clung to my transparent buttocks, and

the outline of my vulva was visible through them. Such sexy clothing was unmatched by any other factory girl.

No wonder some of them looked displeased. After the tour, Supervisor Wang took me to the office to rest for a while.

The sofas there were old and the seats were low. As soon as I sat down, I picked up a magazine and started reading. He

stared intently at my genitals. I pretended to suggest asking the head office for a brand new one, but then added that

the old one was fine too, and even swayed my hips from side to side, praising how comfortable the slingshot felt. Actually, I had secretly pulled up my skirt

and slightly parted my legs. Now, sitting opposite me, he could clearly see my private parts.

Because of his good position and the ample lighting in the room

, my underwear was almost completely soaked. My vulva and the dense pubic hair were now

clearly visible on my underwear, and he was so excited he couldn't help but be aroused. At the same time, I noticed a slight bulge in his trousers

, so I quickly excused myself to avoid being seen by others…!

On my way back to the company, I kept thinking that if I hadn't been wearing underwear, Supervisor Wang would

have had a clear view of my private parts.

He could have judged which of my tender flesh, thick pubic hair in the center, and sparse pubic hair on the sides was beautiful! The stream flowed slowly from the cave, glistening droplets running down

my vulva the opening, sticky with water droplets, felt tingly and itchy, making me feel

uncomfortable all over.

Thinking about this, I had unknowingly reached the bus stop, but at noon, there were very few people taking the bus.

So I chose to sit in the last seat on the lower deck, and when no one was looking, I quietly took off my underwear, then sat

in a seat facing me, waiting for my chance. Sure enough, at the second stop, some spectators boarded. One man was

about to go up to the upper deck, but when he glanced at me, he was attracted by my long, beautiful legs and sexy short skirt, and

immediately came back down to sit opposite me. Since he was the only one sitting opposite me, I boldly exposed my entire genitals

to him. He could now clearly see my vulva; with the bright light, he could even discern the amount,

color, and location of my pubic hair, the length of my vagina, and

the slow flow of fluids. It was the first time I had ever faked something so exaggerated, as if I

were completely naked, letting everyone admire my vulva. I let the stimulation of exposure, the excitement it brought, and

the fluids from that excitement flow endlessly towards my opening. There were still other male passengers sitting

opposite me, of course, to admire the view of my vulva. Since all the male passengers were sitting opposite me, the female passengers

had to sit in my row, almost like a dividing line between men and women—how embarrassing! Back at the company, I

was very satisfied with my performance. I decided to perform even more passionately in the future to thank God for the gift He gave me, Amen!

June 12th (Friday)

I woke up this morning feeling a slight cold, so I called the company to ask for a day off. Actually, it wasn't anything

serious; I just wanted to rest for a day! But the weather was just too nice today, clear and sunny.

Suddenly I really wanted to sunbathe. Anyway, tomorrow's a short week, and even if I got a deep tan, I could tell my

colleagues I went to the beach on the weekend.

So I got ready, first picking out the swimsuit I'd bought a couple of days ago, sunscreen, sunglasses, a

loose-fitting t-shirt, and super short hot pants. I wasn't even going to wear underwear today; I was determined to take advantage of any opportunity for

a big breakthrough. So I grabbed an extra tank top, a short skirt, two magazines, and a large towel and set off immediately.

As I walked to the pier, I didn't notice any unusual stares, probably because my t-shirt concealed my

figure ; at that moment, I felt a pang of jealousy and a strange sense of loss. So, as soon as I entered

the waiting area at the pier, I rushed to the restroom to change into the other sexy tank top I'd brought. I didn't go into the restroom.

I just took off my large t-shirt in front of the mirror, then took out my tank top from my bag. But just as I was about to change into the tank top,

I suddenly saw a man's reflection in the mirror. He was staring at my two full breasts and my naked

upper body .

Instead of immediately covering myself with the tank top, I turned around and pointed my breasts at him, saying he

had gone into the wrong women's restroom. The man apologized and left, but before leaving, he still stole one last glance. Of course, I

was happy to let him admire me a little longer! I put my tank top back on and thought: Did that man follow me into the women's restroom

to try and peep? If I let him go like this, am I condoning him? At that moment, I didn't think too much. As long as I had the opportunity to

expose myself reasonably and get psychological satisfaction,

who cares if it was intentional or not? Who cares if he's a pervert? Who cares if he's a weirdo? Actually, I think I'm the most weirdo

! Maybe it wasn't a holiday today, so there weren't many people waiting at the bus stop, only fifteen or sixteen,

and most of them were foreigners. As for the foreign female tourists, their clothing was actually quite sexy, and most of them didn't like it.

I was happy to wear a bra. Luckily, my figure wasn't bad at all, so the lecherous guys on the bus preferred to stare at me. I

knew my tank top had a large bust, so I held a magazine, placed my arms on the armrests in front of me, and leaned

forward .

This position allowed the voyeurs behind me to easily see through my bust and most of my breasts and

nipples. Station after station, more and more people sat behind me, some even having to stand, and I

believe they were all there just to see my breasts, since there were still plenty of empty seats in front of me! When we arrived

at Repulse Bay Station, I walked slowly, and the spectators behind me followed slowly, perhaps hoping to see

me changing clothes or sunbathing there. When I passed a restroom, I noticed the men's and women's restrooms

faced each other. And from outside, I could see the mirrors above the sinks. If I changed clothes like I did this morning in the ferry terminal restroom

, wouldn't the effect be exactly the same? So I walked softly to the mirror, and sure enough, I saw

a man lingering outside the men's restroom in the reflection. I knew he was waiting for a chance to peep at me while I changed my swimsuit. I first unbuttoned my shorts

, but then deliberately flirted with him in front of the mirror, making him look pitiful with his anxious, ant-like appearance. So I slowly

took off my shorts, letting him admire my rounded arms first, and then slowly pulled my tank top up from the bottom.

The tank top passed my navel; then my firm breasts; slowly revealing my light pink areolas; then my small, delicate

nipples, passing through my pink neck as I removed the entire tank top.

I gently tossed my long, beautiful hair, and looked at his reflection in the mirror again, his eyes practically popping out of his head. How ridiculous!

Now I was a completely naked princess; but I knew this mirror was too small, and

the reflection couldn't possibly show my entire body. So I stepped back a little, holding my swimsuit and deliberately looking

it putting it on to give him more time to admire my perfect physique. Of course, I slowly put on the swimsuit myself,

and after I was done, I deliberately reached inside to lift my breasts, making the swimsuit look even more flawless on me!

A single woman walking on the beach inevitably attracts envious glances, especially one as stunning as me!

I walked all over the beach and finally found a good spot to expose myself. To my left, two foreign girls were already

lying face down sunbathing; one, wearing a bikini, had already removed her top, her back completely bare and half of her breast clearly

visible , her bikini bottoms pulled down to a thin line; revealing half of her buttocks and her entire buttocks, with only a little fabric

covering her private parts.

The other had pulled her entire one-piece swimsuit down to her waist, revealing half of her breast and a small part of her buttocks.

No wonder she attracted the constant stares of the three boys on the right and the two single men above. So I decided to compete with these two

foreign girls for attention. After spreading out a large towel, I lay face down on the beach like them. I knew I had already

attracted more than twenty pairs of eyes peeking at me, waiting to see if I would

sunbathe in the same way as the two foreign girls beside me. Of course, I wouldn't disappoint them. First, I lightly applied sunscreen to my body, then

loosened the straps of my swimsuit on both shoulders, and slowly pulled it down along my upper body. When the swimsuit passed my breasts, I deliberately arched my body, and

then, unknowingly, pulled the swimsuit down forcefully, revealing my full and firm breasts and nipples. Then, I instantly

lay face down on the towel, giving these lecherous men a chance to rest. I slowly pulled in my stomach and pushed the swimsuit down again. When

the swimsuit was closest to my waist, I looked around and then pushed hard, and the swimsuit actually flew over my buttocks and straight to my thighs

.

In less than three seconds, I was almost

completely naked . At that moment, I felt both embarrassed and excited. So I casually pulled my swimsuit up to cover my hips and

waist . Then I pulled it down further to expose my entire buttocks, only covering my beautiful private parts. Finally, I had completed my exposure mission and

could lie down to rest! But less than fifteen minutes later, I felt something I had never felt before.

It was as if was naked, weaving through hundreds of people, letting men

constantly stare at me, letting my full breasts brush past them. Some lunatics even followed me, constantly peeking at me from left to right. Some

even tickled my nerves, and suddenly my body went limp and I collapsed onto the sand. They immediately

began to shamelessly rub my breasts, and even more outrageously, they sucked on my nipples, causing

them to harden involuntarily. Some even lightly licked my navel with their tongues. They even pushed my body to the side, lifting one of my legs

to admire my two little holes in different places.

As for my firm, elastic buttocks, they were being caressed by countless men's hands; they lightly swept their fingers

between , moving further and further down the cleft, constantly stroking my pubic hair around the opening of my anus,

even gently inserting their fingers into this tight little hole, the sensation of their fingers going in and out sending wave after wave of orgasm through me

.

Some of the more chivalrous men used their tongues instead of their fingers, a sensation that was indescribably

pleasurable. They weren't about to stop there; their fingers now slid from my anus down to my vulva. The

surrounding forest had already been ravaged by them, and now several of them laid my body flat, gently caressing my

little forest, while the lava inside surged forth. Some eagerly used their tongues to receive the flowing fluid,

while others used their fingers to insert into my vulva along the lava.

The more they teased me, the more excited I became. Suddenly, a burly man stripped

naked and approached between my legs, forcefully spreading them apart. My entire pinkish-red vulva was

exposed to his bestial gaze. He then grabbed his large penis, attempting to force it into

my vulva. Of course, I resisted desperately, because I was someone who could be looked at freely; at most, touched with my consent

; but absolutely not forced into possession. At this moment, not only did no one offer help, but cheers erupted from all

around . Finally, unable to resist, I was penetrated by his enormous penis into my

untouched vulva.

After penetration, I fainted from the pain. When I woke up, I didn't feel any pain in my lower body; instead, my back ached

terribly ! It turned out I had been daydreaming and had unknowingly been exposed to the sun for over two hours. No wonder my back hurt so much

!

So I pulled up my swimsuit and turned around to expose myself to the sun. While pulling up the swimsuit, I naturally tried to raise my body as high as possible, showing

off ample breasts. After turning around, the swimsuit only covered half of my chest, still revealing most of one breast.

The slits on both sides of the swimsuit were pulled up as high as possible, and my pubic hair peeked out from under the swimsuit. Because it was pulled up so high and tight, my entire pubic area...

The shape of my vulva was clearly visible beneath my swimsuit.

Not long after I started sunbathing, a group of young men resembling flamboyant girls sat down next to me. They

stared at , more than ten eyes scanning my chest, gazing at my nipples that were erect with excitement, while others

looked at my slightly arched vulva, constantly peeking at the pubic hair peeking out from under my swimsuit. Some, as if they could see

right through my swimsuit, continued to stare at

my private parts. Now I felt as if I were naked, letting them admire my completely naked body. Letting

them comment on my firm breasts, letting them spread my legs, stroke my pubic hair, even

parting , revealing my entire private area clearly to everyone's eyes. Some even

slowly parted my two tender, smooth pink labia, peering into the glistening droplets inside. Some went even further,

vibrating their fingers incessantly on my clitoris, causing the stream of fluid inside to gush out continuously. A sudden gust of sandstorm jolted me awake;

I'd been daydreaming again.

I touched my genitals through my swimsuit; oh dear! They were completely soaked. Had my exhibitionism

become an obsession, allowing me to fantasize about exposing myself anytime, anywhere, endlessly?

Was truly going astray? Ah! Who knows? But now I know I'm hopelessly addicted;

because the satisfaction and pleasure that exhibitionism brings me is irreplaceable by anything else in the world.

June 13th (Saturday)

I woke up feeling particularly hungry this morning, probably because last night's performance was too intense! But I didn't want to go out immediately;

so I made myself breakfast. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I went naked into the kitchen to cook my favorite instant noodles.

It turns out the kitchen window also allows you to see the windows of the surrounding neighbors. In the distance, I even saw a five or six-year-old boy leaning against

the window watching me.

It turns out my impressive figure not only attracts men's attention; now even little boys are interested in me;

how amazing! I was afraid he'd turn out badly before he even grew up, and become a pervert, making me a sinner for all time. So I

smiled and greeted him before starting to cook noodles. But after trying the switch several times, the gas wouldn't light. I

realized we were out of gas, so I called the gas company to send some. I'd never paid attention to

what gas delivery workers looked like before, but from today on, I had to, because they would be my audience.

Although I don't like wearing clothes, I couldn't be completely naked when someone came to my house. So I chose

a light pink, lace-trimmed, see-through panty and put on a thin, very short, close-fitting nightgown. When

the doorbell rang, I pretended to be still very tired and opened the door. The gas delivery worker was a dark-skinned man.

Before I could even see him clearly, he seemed to see right through me, his eyes fixed on my breasts,

my rosy nipples clearly visible through the nightgown. As his gaze swept downwards, my sheer,

openwork panties offered no concealment of my lush pubic hair. Awakened by my presence, he followed me to the kitchen, while

I pretended to wash my face in the bathroom across the street. My pink robe, so transparent it revealed my panties, accentuated

my figure in the sunlight. My slender waist made the robe appear loose, but my round, firm buttocks clung

tightly to it, clearly showing the contours of my buttocks and the shape of my panties.

I'm sure he saw my back; the thin robe made it easy to see I was wearing nothing underneath .

The straps of my bra were taut on my shoulders, and looking at my entire body, all I saw was my panties beneath the thin robe. I deliberately squatted down

to pick up something from the ground, my excitement surging through every vein, causing my hips to sway back and forth

, sometimes even sticking my butt out. His reflection in the mirror looked like his eyes were about to explode. I immediately closed

the door , fearing he might succumb to lust and rape me, thus losing my 21 years of chastity in a single day. Even as I saw him off, he wouldn't let go for a second, staring intently at my chest until the door closed. You can imagine how alluring

my charm was! 　　June 14th (Sunday) 　　Today I'm going to show off at the pool. It's been a long time since I've been to the pool; the changing rooms have been opened up and become very large. I casually stood in the center to change my swimsuit. Just as I was completely naked, I noticed many female swimmers secretly watching me. Apparently, when they changed into their swimsuits, they first took off their bottoms and underwear, then put on their swimsuits up to their lower abdomen; after covering their genitals, they then took off their tops and bras before finally putting on their swimsuits. Why not just take off all their clothes first and then put on their swimsuits? 　　After seeing their figures, I completely understood! And with my beautiful figure and daring style, it's no wonder they were stealing glances at me. After storing my clothes in the locker, I stepped out of the pool. My light yellow , low-cut, high-slit swimsuit had already attracted countless lustful gazes. After being wet by the showerhead, my nipples were gently lifted by my high, firm breasts, and my pubic hair slightly arched the swimsuit, with a few strands of pubic hair peeking out from the edge, transforming me from beautiful to sexy. As I walked towards the shallow end, lifeguards darted around me, eyeing me intently—no wonder some people called them "lifeguard dogs"! 　　The moment I entered the water, I noticed people spying on me from underwater, clearly going to great lengths to see the shape of my genitals and the exposed pubic hair . I swam for a while, enduring countless lecherous glances, but I still felt I hadn't reached the minimum standard of exposure. 　　So I went to a sun lounger on the pool surface to sunbathe. Lying on my back, I spread my legs as wide as possible. Because my swimsuit was light-colored and already soaking wet, the shape of my genitals was clearly visible. And as I got out of the water , I deliberately used my hands to pull a few pubic hairs out of my swimsuit. My breasts and prominent nipples, barely visible on my upper body, were directly bathed in sunlight. Although I closed my eyes, I could still feel many people moving around me. I knew my swimsuit had completely exposed my private parts, and the exposure of my pubic hair only fueled the lustful thoughts of those with impure motives. 　　I realized I didn't have many opportunities to perform at the pool, so I considered leaving. Just as I was about to return to the women's locker room, I realized I had to pass through the men's locker room. I glanced inside and found no one there. Driven by curiosity, I boldly decided to go into the men's locker room to see what was inside. I looked around again, and sure enough, no one was passing by. That's how my first time entering the men's locker room happened. As soon as I entered, I immediately hid behind a locker and quietly peeked inside. I saw five or six men of different ages, but they were all naked .

I saw an old man with white pubic hair; another boy, who looked like a student, had

a six-inch penis; while a burly man had only about three inches—a truly diverse array of styles

. I was incredibly excited, even more so than if I had exposed myself. But I worried that standing there too long would attract attention.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me: I would take off my swimsuit and hide in the shower stall; pretending to have entered the wrong men's changing room, showering

naked noticed.

Now I was even more excited than before, because countless naked men were passing by my bare back. I

felt the climax of stimulation, and a warm current was flowing down my genitals. I knew

I had gone too far, so I quickly put my swimsuit back on and rushed out of the men's changing room when no one was around.

I bumped into a child at the door and said to him, "Sister went into the wrong men's changing room." Then, I quietly went back to the women's changing room to change, left

the pool and went home. Back home, my emotions were still running high. The memory of exposing myself and peeping at the pool was still vivid in my

mind ! I really need to get some rest early tonight and be fully prepared for tomorrow's work.

June 15th (Monday)

When I woke up this morning and looked out the window, I noticed many dark shadows lurking around the windows. I knew

my naked body had aroused some reaction. I stretched in front of the window,

greeting the morning sun with my firm breasts and thick pubic hair, giving the audience a feast for the eyes!

As usual, I got dressed and went to work. Today I wore a light yellow blouse and an orange skirt. The bus stop was

already packed with people. As usual, I walked to the back of the line, facing more than a dozen pairs of lecherous eyes. Soon, a well-mannered-looking

man lined up behind me. When the bus arrived, I was forced into the bus by the crowd. Because there were so many passengers, I didn't have

a chance to stand on the stairs and let onlookers peek under my short skirt. But suddenly, a hand pinched my breast. It turned out

to be the well-mannered man standing behind me. He couldn't find a handrail and lost his balance, which startled me. But I knew

it was unintentional, so I said to him, "It's okay, there's always a chance of collision when the bus is busy."

When he first touched my breast, he must have felt that I wasn't wearing a bra. The soft and elastic feeling was,

of course, irresistible to him! Because I said it didn't matter, he would

intentionally or unintentionally

When the car suddenly braked hard due to an accident, my short skirt actually covered his hand, and the back of his hand was pressed against my underwear. But I pretended

not to notice and watched what he would do. At first, he just lightly brushed my buttocks with the back of his hand when the car swayed;

then he gently stroked with his fingers. Seeing that I didn't react much, he brazenly put his hand inside my underwear,

and his fingers flowed down along my buttocks. The refined man vigorously stroked my buttocks, his movements sometimes strong and

sometimes which excited me greatly!

The warm current in my body was also surging downwards, lingering at my vulva. But I knew that his excitement

was even greater than mine, because his little treasure on the side of my thigh had now become a huge thing.

After playing with my bouncy buttocks

, his fingers returned to the center of my cleft, sliding down to the entrance of my anus. He lightly brushed the soft hair at the entrance, then gently thrust in and out with moderate pressure. The stream at the entrance of my vulva was now

surging; he carried his fingers downstream, using the slippery water to pull them to my anus. The lubricating

water allowed his fingers to move freely and smoothly in and out of the opening. He even lowered his body, his fingers

bypassing my anus and gently caressing my vulva. I was driven to ecstasy by his skillful finger work. Knowing that continuing

would surely ruin my reputation, I pushed his hand away and jumped off the bus as soon as it arrived at the stop.

It turned out to be just Sham Shui Po, five blocks away from Cheung Sha Wan. I had no choice but to walk slowly, hoping for an unexpected surprise

! But as fate would have it, a sudden downpour began. I quickly took shelter under an awning

. Most shops on the street were still closed. I saw my soaked shirt, my nipples

barely visible through. I decided to take off my outer garment, pretending it was to shield myself from the rain, but actually, I wanted to expose

my semi-transparent breasts for passersby to admire. My alluring figure slowed

down , and one voyeur even bumped into a lamppost in an attempt to get a better look at my seductive nipples. As I chuckled to myself, I saw a "

Night Market" shop about to open for business. I rushed inside and asked the clerk if they had any clothes or umbrellas.

A child's voice replied that they did; it was a boy of fourteen or fifteen.

When he saw my protruding nipples seemingly about to burst through my soaked shirt and my almost naked upper body, he stared in disbelief. Seeing his dazed expression, I

decided to make him my audience.

I asked him if he had any women's clothing to change into, and if there were any other people or female staff in the shop. He stammered that

his parents had errands to run today, so he was alone and would open the shop a little earlier. Hearing this

made me incredibly happy. Just then, he found me two ordinary clothes. I asked

where , but he said there wasn't one and told me to change in the restroom. I told him I was worried about the mess, and suggested he

just close the door and let me change first, since there wouldn't be many customers so early anyway, and we'd open later. I also told

him that as long as he kept his back to me and didn't peek, I wouldn't mind him being a child. He stammered and quickly agreed.

So I turned my back and took off my shirt, but instead of immediately putting on new clothes, I clasped my hands

over my breasts and asked him to buy a towel to dry myself. When I turned around, I realized he was already

looking at me. My two full and firm breasts were half-covered, half-exposed to him, who was staring wide-eyed. I knew my alluring

body was attracting a boy... Then I said to him, "Little boy! When you grow up, you can

see that on your girlfriend all the time. Hurry up and find me a towel; I'm freezing!" He

immediately found me a large towel, and I asked him to dry my back. His hands trembled

as he wiped the water droplets from my body, and when he wiped my bouncy buttocks, his hands trembled even more violently!

I believe he was incredibly excited! Actually, I was many times more excited than him!

This was the first time in my life that I had an excuse to be completely naked in front of a man, and there was even some physical contact. Even

now , I'm still not satisfied. So I said to him, "Little boy! Why don't you

go all the way and rub my thighs and calves with this? If you agree, I'll buy you these things."

He was naturally overjoyed and immediately knelt down in front of me, his mouth directly aimed at my vulva and...

Little Forest. As he dried my thighs and calves, his rapid breathing gently stirred my pubic hair, and

this small vibration sent wave after wave of orgasms through me. The warm current inside my body flowed out of my peach blossom cave.

I deliberately spread my legs a little so that he could see my entire peach blossom cave more clearly. Now, burning with heat, I

wasn't cold at all, and I hoped he would be bolder, preferably inserting his entire tongue into my peach blossom cave and

sucking the sweet nectar slowly flowing from my body.

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