The Temptation of Exposure

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Chapter 1

I deeply love my husband, but we've been estranged for several years… We make love less and less often, not even once a month.

I'm confident in my figure; I still maintain a perfect physique, 36C-30-34, which I'm very satisfied with… He's definitely not dissatisfied with my figure…

Even so, I still love him deeply. Even after that incident three months ago, when my life began to change, I still love him deeply, and I still keep my body for him alone…

I work in a foreign trade company, in a decent position, as an assistant manager.

About three months ago, on my birthday, I invited my colleagues from the company home for dinner—just a few girlfriends. My husband wasn't home that day. My colleagues even joked, saying, "Where's your husband? Why didn't he spend my birthday with me…?" They warned me to be careful. He's so handsome and rich, could he be infatuated with that woman?

I smiled and brushed them off, without a shred of suspicion. I knew it was impossible, even with the coldness between us… but I knew it was impossible.

After we finished our meal, my husband returned while we chatted in the living room.

Although he looked exhausted, I still asked him to join us. He watched TV, bored, and didn't want to talk to us…

Then I noticed Yiling, sitting opposite my husband, slightly parting her previously tightly closed thighs. I didn't think much of it, assuming she hadn't noticed, but… I saw my husband's gaze shift slightly from the TV to Yiling's groin… My husband staring at her private parts was truly unsettling.
My husband's penis was erect; I could clearly see its shape. My husband was getting an erection while looking at another woman's private parts… Yiling kept shifting her legs, the glimpse of her genitals clearly visible through her tight skirt—white lace panties and sexy legs in stockings. This must be incredibly stimulating for a man!

Seeing my husband's distracted, peeping gaze, I couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy… My husband is so cold to me, yet he reacts like this just because he's peeping at a woman he doesn't even know!

I gave Yiling a look, wanting to tell her that her private parts had been exposed. I think Yiling understood what I meant… After a while, Yiling got up to go to the restroom.

When she returned, she sat in the same spot opposite my husband, but instead of paying attention to her posture, she opened her skirt directly in front of him. I felt increasingly uneasy. I watched as his gaze lingered on Yiling's inner thighs, occasionally licking her lips…

I looked at Yiling unhappily, only to find her face flushed, her breathing somewhat rapid, her hands pressed against the outside of her thighs, slowly moving… I cursed Yiling's promiscuity in my heart.

Then I noticed that Yiling wasn't wearing a bra! Good heavens! What is she doing? How could she do this? I can't let this continue… I got up, trying to block my husband's view and stop this. My strategy worked; my husband's attention was now focused on the TV. I turned to look at Yiling… oh my god! Under her tight skirt, she was completely naked. The stockings and underwear she'd been wearing were gone. Was she deliberately trying to let my husband see? Was she trying to hook him up?

Yiling knew I'd seen under her skirt and avoided my gaze, not daring to look me in the eye… Yiling seemed to know this trick quite well… No one else noticed except my husband and me!

I kept quiet, and when they were about to leave, I saw them out. After seeing the others into the elevator, I called out to Yiling.

After they left, only she and I remained at the elevator door. I spoke first: "Uh... Yiling, you're not wearing a bra today... um... and not panties or stockings either... um... you're lying to me!! I saw you wearing them before... why did you take off your panties and stockings in my house?! And expose your... your vulva in front of my husband? What do you mean by this! Trying to seduce my husband?!" I yelled angrily.

"No... it's not like that... Manager... I wasn't trying to seduce him, I just... I just couldn't help myself..."

"Couldn't help yourself! Does being unable to help yourself mean this??"

"I couldn't control myself. I noticed unintentionally that he was looking at my underwear, and my body started to get hot... I originally wanted to wash my face to calm down, but I didn't notice... the feeling under my skirt was so comfortable..."

At this moment, Yiling closed her eyes and touched her body with her hand, making me believe her.

"Okay, Yiling. I believe you, but what you did was wrong..." I admonished her a few times and then let her go.

That night, lying in bed, I thought about Yiling… how could Yiling have such a perverted tendency… exposing her body and letting others voyeurize her…

But at that time, I didn't know that this incident would begin to change my life.

Chapter Two: Voyeurism, Masturbation, Orgasm

Afterwards, I didn't mention this to anyone, including Yiling, as if it had never happened. A few days later, the company had a case that required me to discuss with the manufacturer. After accepting the case, I studied it all morning and felt there weren't any major problems. In the afternoon, I took the company's salesperson to discuss it with the manufacturer.

When we arrived, after introducing myself and our salesperson, I explained the issues with the case and the benefits they were exchanging. It was an easy case, and we quickly agreed on the terms…

I handed it over to the salesperson and explained some details to him.

At this time, the manager was also listening to his presentation, afraid that he might make a mistake. I inadvertently noticed that the other party's manager's eyes were fixed on my skirt… I instinctively tightened my legs. Damn it! Another sleazy man trying to peek at me.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: Yiling. Does exposing myself for others to stare at really give me pleasure?

I decided to try it out of curiosity, thinking no one would know I was doing it on purpose.

I pretended to listen seriously to the salesperson's explanation, while casually spreading my legs, revealing my private parts under my skirt. Because I'd never done anything like this before, I felt shy, so I only opened my legs a tiny bit… Watching the manager's eyes darting around, his actions of wanting to look but fearing being discovered, gave me a real thrill of teasing him.

Then I got bolder and opened my legs wider, letting him see directly under my skirt. I was wearing purple lace panties and sheer stockings, plus my beautiful thigh curves… I think any man would feel uneasy!
Just as I was enjoying this teasing, I noticed the manager's gaze fixed on my private parts. I felt a wave of shame; someone was spying on my private parts! My legs involuntarily closed, but I couldn't control them from opening again...

"Oh my god! Please stop looking at my private parts..." I felt a surge of heat emanating from my body, it was so uncomfortable. The more I tried to stop people from seeing, the more I couldn't close my legs...

"Please, stop doing this..." Then I remembered I was wearing sheer stockings, there was practically nothing covering me, and the purple lace was also somewhat transparent... Maybe he would see the shape of my vulva!!!

"How could this be?! This won't do..." But I had to stay calm now, I couldn't tell them they knew, because the manager's attention was focused on me.

Our colleague sensed something was wrong and turned to look at me...

"Oh no! He saw it too." I told myself I had to stay calm, I couldn't make a fool of myself.

Two unfamiliar eyes were peeking under my skirt, "Oh... how embarrassing!!!" Besides feeling hot, I also knew my private parts were wet... my vulva was a little swollen... I really wanted a penis to go inside...

Fortunately, our salesman wasn't preoccupied with peeking under my skirt and finished his explanation. I knew I could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Leaving there, my lust hadn't subsided; I just wanted to get back to the office quickly, wash my face, and calm down.

After driving for a while, the salesman told me that the manager had been groping me. I smiled and pretended not to know. I thought to myself, "Didn't you see it too? And you dare to criticize him first!" On the other hand, I also thought he had seen me too… My emotions remained heightened, and I couldn't calm down.

Back at the office, after putting my things down, I immediately rushed to the restroom. I pulled my tight skirt up to my waist and looked at myself in the mirror. There were obvious wet stains on my inner thighs; I knew it was my vaginal discharge. Through the mirror, I could clearly see the shape of my vulva, even through stockings and underwear. My genitals were soaked with fabric, making my vulva clearly visible. The thought of someone seeing my vulva like this made me start to secrete fluid again…

But thankfully, it was impossible for anyone to see my vulva through the hem of my skirt. I pulled down my skirt and straightened it. I mimicked the position I'd been in, looking at myself in the mirror, trying to reassure myself that no one had seen my private parts. But even through the mirror, I could clearly see my wet vulva and the water-stained stockings and panties…

“…Oh…no way…” I felt dizzy. How could someone have really seen that? Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I suddenly felt a surge of heat.

That was the manager…he saw my private parts…I can’t let him see, no…please don’t look anymore…just thinking about his eyes…oh! I’m melting.

"No...don't do this...two people saw it...ah...their gazes were fixed on my vulva...I've been spied on...ah...it's so hot..." I felt my wet vulva yearning for a penis, and my labia swelled up...

"Oh...ah...oh...please stop looking...I..."

I pulled down my stockings and skirt to my knees, and rubbed my vulva with my fingers inside the skirt. The flesh between my labia sucked my fingers in. I didn't feel satisfied. I picked up my hair comb and inserted it into my private parts, thrusting it in and out...

"...Ah...ah...I...oh...ah...um...hmm...oh...um..." Their gazes were like penises, penetrating my honey hole...

"...Ah...don't look anymore...oh...no...hmm...don't look anymore...I...I can't...take it anymore...oh oh...oh...oh...oh...hmm...hmm..."

I grabbed the sink, trembling violently twice. The hair comb slipped out of my vagina, and my vaginal fluid spurted out, splashing onto my stockings, panties, and tight skirt... I didn't care about anything else; I was still enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm... This wasn't my first time masturbating, but it was the only orgasm I'd had in two or three years. Sadly, I haven't had an orgasm with my husband for years, and now I rely on masturbation, losing my vaginal fluids...

Chapter 3: Understanding Your Desires

That day, I returned home, staring at the dark living room. My husband, as usual, hadn't come home yet. Tonight, I'd be alone again, feeling incredibly sad thinking about what I'd done that day, something I deeply regretted doing to my beloved husband. Sitting on the sofa, I unconsciously fell asleep.

In my dream...

Yiling was exposed in front of my husband again. He was staring intently at her private parts, and I felt a thousand times unwilling. In an instant, my husband became that manager, staring at my private parts. I reached up to cover my open skirt, but... but... I was only wearing a bra, stockings, and those purple panties.

"Ah... no... don't... don't... please don't look anymore..."

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I woke up with a start, finding myself surrounded by darkness, with no one around. I realized it was a dream.

It was late, and my husband still hadn't come home. I took off my high heels, lifted my tight skirt, and pulled down my stockings to check the area that had been soiled earlier, only to find it was still a little damp.

"...Could it be that I just..." I pulled down my underwear, and yes, the crotch was soaking wet again... I

wondered what had gotten into me, and quickly changed my clothes and went into the bathroom to wash up.

The hot water felt wonderful on my body, and my mind cleared up considerably. I knew it was my husband's coldness towards me and Yiling's actions that had led me to do what I did today. But that wasn't the truth. I hadn't realized it at the time. The reason I acted this way was simply because I liked... liked... being watched.

So I forgot about it, treating it as a minor incident in my life. From the next day onward, I focused on my work, going to work as usual every day.

Until...

one day at lunchtime, I went to a nearby restaurant with my colleagues. As usual, after our meal, we rested for a bit and chatted.

As we chatted, I glanced around absentmindedly… I noticed a man sitting to my left, also looking around, watching us, his gaze fixed on my legs. Because my legs were crossed, perhaps more of my thighs were exposed, and he was admiring my legs, so I didn't pay much attention. Maybe women are just very protective of themselves! Knowing

someone was staring at my thighs, I pretended to glance at him casually, to see if he was still watching me.

Once, he was still watching…

twice, his gaze didn't leave me…

Although I knew there was no danger of being exposed, I still instinctively tugged at my skirt. I knew very well that he had no chance of seeing my private parts, but I still instinctively kept an eye on him.

I glanced once, twice… he was still staring at my thighs. Although I knew it was impossible, my hand instinctively pressed down on the hem of my skirt, trying to block his gaze. "He can't possibly see any woman's private parts," I told myself.

But I couldn't concentrate on my conversation with my colleagues anymore; I became more and more nervous, and increased the frequency with which I looked at him.

His gaze remained fixed on…my thighs and the hem of my skirt…

Perhaps it was my attempts to cover myself, and my nervous expression, that piqued his interest. I tried to remain calm, hoping to distract him and make him stop staring. But I couldn't control myself; I kept noticing his movements.

Luckily, they were about to leave.

After they left, we had to go back to work. I went to the restroom, and as I pulled down my white pencil skirt and panties to relieve myself, I noticed my vulva was a little wet. A thought crossed my mind: "Could it be…?"

But I didn't have time to think about it anymore; I just quickly finished and went back to the company.

Because Xiao Chen, the salesperson, was on leave that day, I was quite busy. Back at the company, I didn't have time to relax either; the thought from earlier had vanished from my mind.

At three in the afternoon, the manager needed a report, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I remembered that this case was Xiao Chen's responsibility, and since he was on leave, I had to look for it on his computer myself.

Hmm… I really couldn't get used to using a computer that wasn't my usual one. But being clever, I started with my own folders and sure enough, I found the case's directory there. After a quick search, I found it. I quickly printed it out and gave it to the manager.

After handing it in, I turned back to shut down Xiao Chen's computer, but then I caught a glimpse of a "beautiful" directory. On a whim, wanting to know what kind of pictures were inside, I transferred the entire directory to my machine.

Back at my seat, I opened it and found that there weren't many pictures, only about ten. It seems Xiao Chen is a person who prefers quality over quantity!

I opened the first picture and then closed it. I glanced around to see if anyone was nearby. I tensed up. Although the pictures didn't show faces, I recognized the person in the pictures immediately—it was me.

I looked at all the pictures; every single one was me. It was my perfect lower body, wearing a tight skirt, stockings, and my underwear barely concealed. Some pictures even showed my entire body.

I felt a powerful shock. Xiao Chen sat diagonally in front of me, facing me. While I was at work, I had many opportunities to turn my legs towards him, but why was he doing this… secretly taking pictures of my private parts under my skirt?

I looked at the pictures again carefully; each one was a beautiful image worthy of admiration. The sheer stockings and long, slender legs, plus several pictures of my private parts pressed tightly against my panties, "Ah… so he's been spying on my private parts every day…" Looking at the pictures, I imagined myself as Xiao Chen, secretly peeking at my vulva deep within my tight skirt. I remembered the wave of passion triggered at noon, mixed with the pleasure of being secretly photographed, and my whole body felt hot…

I wanted to know what it felt like to be watched by others. I slightly pulled open my skirt, and there was someone staring at the hem of my skirt. (Even though I wasn't facing anyone, I still imagined it…)

I closed my eyes, trying to see as much as possible! Seeing my private parts completely. Yes, I'll tell others, let them all come and see.

So many eyes are watching!! "Oh! Hmm..." The silk and lace camisole are soaked. You can see the shape of my vulva, the vulva that secretes the most lustful fluid. So wet, so wet...

I know you are peeping. My spring scenery is all exposed. Your eyes are like your penises are deeply inserted into my hole.

"...Oh...ah...um...hum...oh..."

The more you look, the more my juices flow.

"...Ah..."

I picked up a small mirror and placed it in front of my skirt.

"Oh...ah...this is how you look at me...um...you can see the fabric being absorbed by my vulva...the lace panties are already transparent...oh...you've seen my private parts..."
I stroked along the curves of my thighs, gently touching them. I knew this was the office, and I couldn't go too far, so I didn't intend to stay here. I knew I had to go somewhere else. I got up and went to the dressing room, swaying my hips seductively. You all love to see the lines and lace clinging to my narrow skirt—that's the pattern on my camisole!

"...Oh...I want you to see...ah..."

As soon as I entered the dressing room, I locked the door and lifted my skirt.

"Oh...ah...it's so wet..."

The panties and stockings against my vulva were already soaked with my juices. I wanted to remove the stockings and camisole, but my fingers started rubbing against them first. My clitoris was intensely stimulated, and coupled with the lewd images of being ogled in my mind, my whole body reached a state of arousal. The more I imagined myself exposed in front of many people, the stronger the feeling of orgasm became.

Physical friction was no longer enough for me; I wanted more and more people to ogle me, to ogle me…

“Ah…oh…oh…ah…um…oh…oh…oh…oh…ah…”

A sudden tremor ran through me, and I hurriedly tried to take off the panties and stockings I hadn’t taken off earlier, but it was too late. My vaginal fluid had already soaked them, staining the stockings and panties with copious amounts of water.

After these two orgasms caused by being ogled, although I didn’t want to believe it, I truly enjoyed exposing my private parts to other people, and I could experience a rapid surge of sexual desire due to being ogled.

Chapter Four: Indulgence in the Department Store

Because of the constraints of traditional morality, although I knew that I was this kind of woman, that I liked to expose myself, and that I enjoyed others peeping into my private parts. But I still couldn't completely indulge my desires; I still felt it was wrong, not something a normal woman would do.

One weekend, on the eve of my day off, I had nowhere to kill time after work and decided to go shopping at a department store alone.

After showering at home, I put on a white dress, bright red underwear and a camisole, plus high-heeled sandals, and went out.

For some reason, it seemed like there were an unusually large number of people that day. It felt like everyone had arrived at the department store; it was so crowded, it was really uncomfortable. But I thought, oh well, I'm just out shopping anyway, more people is more fun, but I really didn't like so many people. Perhaps subconsciously, I just wanted to find someone to spy on me, knowing that with so many people, it would be difficult to spot that person.

After shopping for a while, I started to get bored, probably because what I was hoping for hadn't happened. Back on the first floor, I was about to leave, but… that saleswoman… I spotted her at the cosmetics counter from afar. Her breasts were enormous, stretching her white silk blouse tightly.

Curious, I approached her, wanting a closer look. “They’re really big…” As I passed her, she leaned forward, her t-shirt billowing, tightly encasing her round breasts, her cleavage clearly visible… I thought to myself, if a man over 175cm tall didn’t have to bend over, he could see them clearly! I

walked past the counter towards the door, but for some reason, I turned back to look at her again. Perhaps it was my body telling me I could find what I wanted here. I turned back and walked towards her, and she happily helped me with the introductions. I arched my back, wanting to reveal my cleavage, but my purpose wasn’t the cosmetics, nor the saleswoman, but the man beside me, who was currently helping his girlfriend pick things out. His gaze was fixed on the saleswoman's breasts. She was busy introducing the products and didn't notice. I secretly glanced at the man; I could feel the burning heat in his eyes and the desire in his heart.

How I wished he would look at my breasts! Although they weren't that big, they had a perfect bust line, a beautiful shape, and not small breasts…

But his gaze never left her. I felt annoyed and wanted to ask the saleswoman to get some items further away so I could have a chance to catch his eye. But it seemed I didn't need to do that; his gaze had already moved to me. My open neckline was already attracting him; he must be feeling bored.

"What a coincidence today…" He noticed the breasts of two women, both wearing red lingerie.

His gaze on me made me start to enjoy it. I felt an immense pleasure, and I wanted him to look deeper. I wanted to unbutton my blouse. But… how could I let anyone know how wanton I was? I wanted him to see more; I even wanted him to see my nipples. Just thinking about it made my lower body itch even more.

But this pleasure didn't last long; a few minutes later, he left. My desire, aroused but not yet released, craved more voyeurism; I wanted someone to ravish me with their gaze. Although I told myself not to do this each time, I couldn't control my desire whenever someone was watching me.

I walked towards the escalator, my desire to be watched, to have someone peek at my private parts, consumed me; I was almost in a daze. And… at that moment, I didn't know that as the escalators passed each other, someone took the opportunity to peek at my breasts. Having lost my object of voyeurism, the pleasure had cooled considerably. Even though my vulva was still wet and itchy, I was beginning to recover.

For some reason, I kept taking the escalator upwards, even though I had already gone up. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that every time I went up the escalator, someone would always appear on the downward escalator in the other direction. This couldn't be…

Once again, I saw him, a man in his early twenties. Yes, he appeared again, his gaze fixed on my exposed chest, on my red bra.
The pleasure returned; I knew I wanted his gaze, I wanted him to see. I stopped taking the escalator up and started wandering around, searching for him, hoping he would follow.

There he was, I moved closer… I always crouched or bent down to look for items near him…

I knew he was watching; he was beside me, and when I crouched down, everything on my chest was in his view. My desire began to surge again; I bent over, matching his gaze, my breasts were completely exposed to him, even… even… his gaze could penetrate my breasts and see my camisole.

“…Oh…ah…” My swollen vulva itched, “Oh…ah…” I moaned softly.

He became bolder too, adjusting his position with my movements, wanting to see more of my exposed skin. Every time I stole a glance at his spying gaze, it aroused my senses even more. My vulva was incredibly wet; I wanted a cock… a cock… He was gone… Had he left?

I looked at him again. He was sitting on a bench some distance away, but his gaze never left my body. He was spying on my private parts. My vulva, soaking wet, was completely exposed to him because I was squatting. I looked away, spreading my legs, which had been closed, completely exposing my vulva, which intensified my lust.

Although there were other people around, I couldn't hold back. I wanted… I wanted a big cock inside me. The more I thought about it, the wetter my vulva became, and he must have enjoyed watching even more. But I couldn't do that here. I couldn't masturbate in front of anyone, not even my husband. I did my best to restrain myself.

But someone was watching under my skirt, and I kept shifting my legs, wanting him to see more clearly, yet because he could see my private parts, I wanted to squeeze my legs together. Strangely, the more I tried to squeeze my legs together, the hotter I felt.

I wanted him to see everything, but I couldn't; I couldn't open my legs. I kept indulging in the lewdness of being spied on. Not only that, I discovered that besides the pleasure I got from being spied on, the more I resisted their gaze, the faster I reached orgasm. To satisfy myself, my legs opened and closed…

I got up and went to the dressing room. In the dressing room, I desperately wanted to satisfy myself; my fingers began to rub my vulva, imagining his lewd gaze as I rubbed…

"Ah…oh…oh…ah…um…"

I knew what I was going to do, but… I felt unsatisfied. I took off my red bra, and I wanted to take off my panties too… I walked out of the dressing room, and only then did I remember that he might already be gone.

I searched everywhere for him, and to my surprise, he was still there. This time, I cleverly found a spot where he could see my private parts under my skirt at a glance, and I squatted down again, exposing my vulva.

The first time I had exposed my vulva in such a bright place, especially to a complete stranger, the thought of it turned me into a beast of desire. From his eyes, I could tell he was very satisfied; my wet vulva was exposed… “Ah…oh…you’re all seen…oh…”

But why am I like this? I’m so wanton, I’m such a slut, how could I be like this? I need to close my legs, I can’t go on like this, then you won’t be able to see…

But I couldn’t control myself. My legs opened and closed, “Oh…oh…ah…ah…um…hum…” I moaned softly. Because of the friction between my legs, coupled with his lewd gaze, I knew I was about to lose control.

Although my desire was high, I remained rational, knowing this was a public place, and my movements weren't too exaggerated. I figured no one around me knew what I was doing, maybe not even the person peeping knew he was about to climax because of his lewd gaze.

Focused on his gaze, I hadn't considered that my bare breasts, exposed to the lewd stares of passersby, were practically naked, my genitals, breasts, nipples all laid bare. They all wanted to rape me… to ravish me with their eyes… I knew I was going to have to go. I

quickly got up, intending to walk to the restroom, but… every time I moved my thighs, my clitoris was stimulated. After a few steps, I sensed something was wrong, and I quickly squatted down, pretending my shoes were dirty. In that instant, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out…

Actually, I hadn't taken off my underwear. I thought… but I still didn't have the courage. I imagined, I imagined… the way they saw… the look in their eyes when they saw my genitals.

Chapter Five: Office Romance

After exposing myself at the department store and arousing my desires… I knew that only being ogled by others could satisfy my lust. I didn't care how cold my husband was to me; I just wanted strangers to see my private parts…

I went to work as usual every day, waiting for the weekend to come, hoping to find another opportunity to let someone see my private parts, to let strangers' burning eyes stare directly at my vulva…

Although I so desperately wanted to be ogled, I still wasn't bold enough. In the office, I remained conservative, not letting anyone know my secret. I couldn't do such a thing in front of acquaintances; it would be shameful.

But things never go as planned; some things just happen.

Ever since I found out that Xiao Chen was secretly watching my private parts, I've been extremely careful not to let anything be exposed at work. It's really bothering me. Every time I sit down, I think about Xiao Chen's gaze, watching under my skirt… I try my best to avoid his eyes, but the thought of someone watching me makes my private parts feel hot and aroused…

That day, I went to work as usual, wearing my usual suit, but I was wearing dark underwear underneath. I was careless; the light-colored suit couldn't hide the color of my underwear. I noticed it on my way to work, but there was no time to do so, so I had to make do.

Knowing that my attire was so unflattering, making it easy for others to see the color and lines of my underwear even through my tight skirt, I was even more careful not to let anyone notice my lower body. Because Xiao Chen had previously taken pictures of my underwear under my skirt, I was especially careful not to let the hem of my skirt face that direction, not to let my private parts be exposed. From the moment I arrived at the office that morning, I felt uneasy all over. I didn't know if I was just imagining things, or if Xiao Chen was really spying on me. I felt constantly hot all over, and my vulva was itchy...

At noon, during the lunch break, I went to the restroom to relieve myself. When I took off my skirt, I found that my private parts were soaked, and my dark camisole and stockings were also ruined, both with damp stains. I touched my labia with my fingers and started rubbing. But reason stopped me from having any desires, and I stopped and left the restroom.

My colleagues had all gone out to lunch, and the office was empty. I walked back to my seat, but suddenly I remembered the photos Xiao Chen had secretly taken. Even though I knew I was being careful, I was still curious if he had taken photos of me again.

I went into the folder from last time and found the latest one. It was me, still me, wearing a light-colored suit, dark underwear, my legs slightly apart, one hand holding down the hem of my skirt to prevent any exposure. But… the photo still shows my private parts under my skirt, and… this is a photo from today, taken this morning… I had no idea I was being photographed…

I was so careful, but I still couldn't protect myself. Knowing I was completely exposed to his lens, my whole body went numb, yet I felt incredibly hot. Back at my seat, thinking about how I'm spied on every day at work, I felt disgusted, yet also unbearably lustful.

Lying on the table, thinking about the peeping eyes of others, I couldn't resist. The men all wanted to see my private parts, to see my wet genitals. I couldn't be so slutty, I couldn't be so wanton, I couldn't expose my private parts, but I pretended to accidentally spread my legs, letting them peek, opening and closing them repeatedly. Their burning gazes had made me unable to resist. I wanted it, I wanted a cock…

I slipped my fingers under my skirt, but I knew, no, no, someone could come back at any moment. Lying there, thinking about being voyeurized, being violated, I loved it when you looked at me. Ah… um… I feel like I'm standing naked in front of you all, and you're all so lewd, loving to look at my private parts. Oh… ah… just thinking about it is enough to make me succumb. I got up to go to the dressing room, but as soon as I stood up, I felt numb and weak all over, unable to stand. I slumped back onto the table, but I was so exhausted that I fell into a deep sleep.

I had a dream that I was standing at a crossroads. I was wearing clothes, but everyone's eyes were looking at me as if I were naked…

“No… no… don't look at me like that, I can't take it, I can't take it anymore. Oh… um… don't look at me like that, you're all raping me, I can't take it, I can't take it… I can't take it… um…”

I was woken up by my colleagues' conversation; it was already time for work. My genitals were soaking wet, and I wanted to clean them, but I was too weak, so I just let them be.

I couldn't concentrate on work all afternoon, constantly thinking about Xiao Chen's spying, constantly watching him, but everything seemed so normal... until... a flash of light caught everyone's attention. I glimpsed Xiao Chen hurriedly putting away his digital camera; he'd forgotten to turn off the flash... But that flash unlocked my desire again. I knew he was taking pictures of me again...

I don't know how I could be like this, so enamored with being watched. But I couldn't care less anymore. I wanted to expose myself; I wanted Xiao Chen to see my private parts.

"Oh... ah..." I murmured softly, pretending to be completely focused on my work, but my legs were turned towards him, slightly parted, exposing my private parts to him, deliberately opening and closing them...

I caught a glimpse of his gaze; I knew he'd seen it, he'd seen the glimpse of my underwear... Ah... to see more, I twisted my body further, trying to appear even more seductive...

I knew men didn't want to see such a wanton woman, so I deliberately pressed down on the hem of my skirt, feigning ladylike behavior, but my thighs spread even wider, letting him see more. Oh... all?

He'd seen my underwear. I saw his eyes, like those of a lustful beast...

Looking into his gaze, I felt like I was melting... I was so hot... so uncomfortable.

"Oh... ah... um... um..." I knew he was taking pictures secretly. He took out his camera and frantically pressed the shutter, perhaps afraid he wouldn't have another chance like this.

"Ah... so hot... so uncomfortable... oh..." He was even rubbing his large penis through his pants, masturbating directly because he'd seen my underwear.

"Ah...I really want to masturbate...Oh...Ah...Oh...Ah...How do I...I'm so uncomfortable..."

It was time to leave work, and my colleagues were leaving one after another. Xiao Chen didn't seem willing to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I was eager for him to spy on me.

"Xiao Chen...Can you come over for a moment?" I deliberately called him, explaining a case.

He stood next to me, his erect penis right next to me. I had unbuttoned one of my shirt so he could see my breasts, 36C breasts, no man could resist the temptation! Knowing that he saw my breasts made me unable to control myself, it was so uncomfortable, so hot...

"Ah...Oh...Ah...Hmm..." I felt his breathing become rapid, and I knew that his penis was already hard and uncomfortable.

My vulva was wet, swollen and hot, hot...My whole body was burning up...I knew I couldn't bear it anymore, I wanted a penis to be inserted, I wanted someone to fuck me, I really wanted to insert my own fingers.

"Ah... um..."

He returned to his seat, showing no intention of leaving. I still kept my private parts facing him, spreading my legs as wide as possible...

"Ah... um... I feel so weak, so hot..."

At this point, only the two of us remained in the office. He boldly stared directly at my private parts; I knew he was also eager to find an outlet.

"Ah... um... ah..." He even rubbed his penis through his pants.

"Oh... um... oh oh..." I got up and walked towards him, wanting to lift my skirt.

"Um... ah... it really hurts..."

"Uh... Xiao Chen... I've figured out this case..." I still lacked the courage.

When I sat down, I deliberately lifted my skirt, trying to entice him to move; my woman's private parts were completely exposed to his eyes.

"Ah... oh... it's really strange, but..." He didn't move; I only saw him stroking his large penis in his pants as I swayed my hips.

"Ah...ah..." I was so wanton, letting people see my exposed skin under my skirt, masturbating...

"Oh...um...hum..."

After a while, I saw him trembling violently...he must have ejaculated a lot. Ugh...the lust I had been aroused was hard to quell, and he had already ejaculated. He hastily packed his things and left the office.

As for me, I couldn't hold back anymore. I rubbed my breasts with one hand and pulled down my soaking wet camisole and stockings with the other. My vulva was already so wet.

"Ah..." I inserted my fingers into my vulva, "Ah...good...so good...ah...oh...insert me...insert me...I quickly thrust my fingers in and out..."

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..." My vulva was extremely wet.

"Ah...oh...um...oh...um um um..." Perhaps it was the stimulation of being spied on all day, but after a while, I felt like I was about to ascend to heaven.

"Ah...I can't...I can't...hum um...ah...ah...ah...ah..." A hot stream gushed out from my body, splashing onto my hand.

"Ah..."

As I was still savoring the afterglow of my orgasm...

"Wow..." Someone grabbed me from behind and began kneading my breasts.

"Ah..."

I screamed, "Who is it? Who is it!"

Even with my face covered by stockings, I recognized him—it was Xiao Chen... but I didn't call out his name.

He tore open my clothes, pulled down my skirt, and started licking me.

"Ah... so stimulating... from my ears... oh... oh... ah..."

He continued licking my neck, my shoulders... down to my breasts... oh... ah ah... I was completely lost in it, with no intention of escaping.

"Ah... so comfortable!" His tongue moved rapidly across my nipples...

"Ah... oh... oh... it's really great!" Now I didn't care about anything else but for him to penetrate me quickly.

"I want it..." He spread my legs, preparing to enter my body.

"Faster... faster..." I thought to myself. But he couldn't penetrate me no matter what he did; his penis wouldn't get hard anymore. Had he just ejaculated? I was so disappointed...

but... he used his tongue to lick my vulva. So dirty… It’s been a whole day, I must be filthy! But… oh… never mind… it feels so good… my clitoris, his tongue is licking it… ah… ah… oh… it’s coming again… it’s coming again… oh… no… I pushed him away forcefully, but… it was too late, my vaginal fluid sprayed onto his face, but he didn’t stop, still licking my clitoris quickly…

“Ah… ah…” My vaginal fluid kept gushing out, the continuous orgasms were overwhelming. I collapsed on the ground… trembling…

he quickly left the office, and when I came to my senses, looking at the wet stains on the ground, I realized how much vaginal fluid I had sprayed out.

Chapter Six: Unbridled Indulgence

Since Xiao Chen raped me in the office, I always had a very strange feeling every day when I went to work, I didn’t know if it was fear or excitement, I didn’t know if I was looking forward to what happened that day or afraid of it happening again.

I really don’t know what I felt, wanting to be spied on, wanting to expose my private parts completely to men. But I'm afraid. I'm afraid these men I know will start to think I'm a slut and stop ogling my private parts. Oh God! What should I do? Should I indulge my lust, or stop doing such lewd things?

Reason always struggles to control lust. Every day when I'm in the office, I'm like a beast in heat; I can't control my desires. In the office, I'm always aroused, constantly glancing at Xiao Chen's gaze. Whether he's peeping under my skirt or not, I'm always burning with desire. His lewd gaze makes my genitals constantly wet and itchy. The office's dressing room becomes my daily masturbation spot. In the dressing room, I lift my skirt and stroke my mons pubis through my silk stockings and panties. You all love to look at me. You bad men all peep at my private parts, peering directly at my underwear through my skirt when I'm not looking. You're so mean, so mean.

But… I love your voyeuristic gazes, watching me, spying on me, uncovering my secrets. I'm so hot, so wet! …Oh…my photos, Xiao Chen, you masturbate with my photos, hmm…seeing my wet, hot genitals must make you feel hot and uncomfortable too, ah…I'm so hot, so hot…please stop looking…don't…it's so embarrassing…exposing my vulva to men…ah…ah…
My fingers kept rubbing against my vulva, my lower body becoming increasingly wet. Ah, so hot... Ah... With my other hand, I unbuttoned my shirt, pulled down my bra, and began to knead my beautiful, pink breasts. Hmm... I'm so lewd, how could I be so wanton... How could I love letting others peek at my private parts, how could I... Ah... It's so hot, I can feel myself burning unbearably, and I know I can't stop now, I have to come, I won't be satisfied until I do.

Ah… my nipples are so swollen, so hot… don’t look, it’s so embarrassing, don’t look at me, don’t watch me masturbate, it’s so shameful, don’t… don’t… ah… and don’t look at my genitals either, don’t, don’t see me touching my private parts like that… oh… no… no… I can’t take it anymore… I can’t take it anymore… so hot… I’m so hot…

Originally, I was just rubbing my vulva with my fingers through the silk and panties, but the lewd gazes of those men made me… made me lose control of my lustful desires, my hands frantically tearing the silk, pulling the pink camisole to one side.

Ah… how could this be… so wet… I’ve secreted so much, so much vaginal fluid, do I really need those men’s lewd gazes? Oh… I’ll show you my pussy. I’ve lost my mind and exposed my vulva. Look… can you see my little one?

My slender fingers began to slide along the slender, wet crevice of my vulva. Hmm… I want you to see how I masturbate… You’re all so naughty, you all love to peep at other people’s private parts. Hmm… My fingers unconsciously slid inside my pussy along the crevice, and I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.

...Ah...so bad, so bad...you're watching me masturbate...um...ah...you're making me so hot, I want it so bad...I want you to spy on me, to peep on me, I'll show you everything...ah ah...so hot, my genitals are so wet and hot, wet...um...so hot...I'm almost there...I'm about to cum...fuck me again, fuck me with your burning gaze again...oh...fuck me...ah ah...fuck me...fuck...fuck...me...ah...um um um...oh oh...

I weakly held onto the toilet seat, my whole body was incredibly numb, I could feel my body trembling slightly, and I knew what was happening...I cummed again...the large amount of fluid that came out soaked my silk.

Masturbation again and again, intense cumming again and again...I don't want to, and I'm unwilling to admit that I'm such a wanton woman...but...I am such a lewd woman, I love the way men peep on me, I love them using their burning gaze to fuck me, to spy on my private parts, to steal glances at a woman's most private genitals.

It wasn't just that I enjoyed their unintentional peeping; I loved exposing myself, making my private parts the focus of everyone's attention.

Wearing my camisole and stockings, which were already soaked with my own juices… ah… so wet! My pants were torn too… it was an accident… I'll have to be more careful later, otherwise, if he takes pictures, then… how will I explain…

Because the small area close to my private parts was already so wet that anyone could see my mons pubis, easily discern the shape of my vulva. Plus, my stockings were torn. Back in the office, I felt incredibly nervous, afraid that Xiao Chen would see my wanton genitals, see my entire wet vulva, afraid he would see this hot, wet vulva from being spied on.

Sitting in my seat, I kept my legs tightly closed to prevent him from seeing what was under my skirt. I tried my best to relax, not to be too tense, and not to let him notice anything unusual about me. But…it's so strange…the more I tried to hide my private parts from his gaze, the hotter I felt, an unbearable heat that made me want to relax my legs, let his gaze peek under my skirt, expose my wanton genitals to his eyes, and excite him.

Seeing him excited by peeping at my private parts only fueled my own burning desire. He was peeping; I noticed he was watching my skirt. I pretended not to care and slightly parted my legs, revealing my wet vulva. I kept pretending to be busy working on the documents on the table, but I secretly caught glimpses of his peeping gaze, which gave me a surge of pleasure. I felt so good; his peeping gaze felt so good, giving me not only a burning pleasure but also a mischievous delight.

Oh my god... I'm getting hot all over again, so hot... so hot I'm about to lose my mind. Peeping is always unbearable, and today I'm burning with urges, my lower body feels like ants are crawling on it, making me itchy and unable to control myself... Ah... How... how can I be like this? I can't control myself at all. Instinctively, I reach down and pull down my panties through my skirt, deliberately letting the wet panties sink into my wet, sticky cleft, making them a thin strip... And, so embarrassing, so embarrassing...

When I look up, my eyes meet Xiao Chen's. So awkward! He's been peeping at my underwear, and I've actually let my panties sink into my wet, hot slit under his gaze. So embarrassing, and I've met his peeping eyes again... So embarrassing... but it makes me so hot... so wet...

Ah! Xiao Chen… keep spying on me, keep spying on me. Your voyeurism makes me so itchy, so hot, so uncomfortable down there, but it gives me unparalleled pleasure. My wanton vulva is so wet now, getting wetter and wetter, all because of your gaze…

Because of his spying, my genitals are incredibly hot and wet. I think it's because he saw my genitals that his penis is throbbing and uncomfortable, but for some reason… he actually asked to change positions, to move to a spot far away from me, and… he can't see my private parts from there… and his original spot is being used by a female colleague.

What's going on? Does he not like spying on my private parts? Or is my wantonness scaring him? Is he afraid he'll do something immoral again because he saw my private parts under my skirt?

What's wrong… has he started to think I'm a wanton woman, started to feel disgusted with me? ...No...I'm not a slutty woman...Don't think like that...I tried my best to tell myself that I wasn't a slutty woman...But...every night, the desire to expose myself itched me. In my dreams, I was met with the lewd gazes of others...I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't live a life where no one was watching me. I wanted people to watch me, but I couldn't let them think I was a slutty woman.

Strangers, if they were strangers, they wouldn't think I was a slutty woman, right? I wanted to expose myself, I wanted to be completely naked in front of strangers. Let them watch me, let them see my private parts, let their penises become hot and swollen, let them ejaculate outside because of my exposure...

I started wearing revealing clothes, going to crowded places, letting my body feel hot. I was no longer a lady in people's eyes, but a slutty woman...

Every day after work, I didn't go home, I always went to crowded places like department stores. I changed out of my work suit and put on a dress that was almost thigh-high, with a high-cut, almost transparent lingerie underneath. I didn't wear pantyhose, just long stockings.

Through the sheer fabric, my beautiful legs evoked fantasies, yet I didn't want the stockings to cover my private parts… And for my upper body, I wasn't wearing a bra… Just like last time in the department store, I sought out lewd glances, wanting them to peek at my

private parts… Every day, many people eagerly tried to steal a look under my skirt, and I would occasionally expose myself, letting their eyes ravish me. Only in this way could my desires be released… But… even though they peeked at me, it wasn't enough. No one could keep peeking until I… reached climax… …They always just glanced at me…but didn't have the courage to continue. I was itchy…my body was itchy…but there was no way to release it…

the blood in my body felt like it was about to boil, but there was nowhere to release it…I couldn't take it anymore…it was so hot…so uncomfortable…I wanted to be watched, to be watched, to be violated by your burning gazes…

Chapter Seven: Uncontrollable Lust

I started dressing provocatively, seeking out people who liked to watch me in crowded places, wanting to expose my private parts to them. I wanted people's lewd gazes; I was such a wanton woman. But…I could never meet men like that. I know you men all love to look, but you don't have the courage to go any further…you disappoint me so much…

This morning I was going to visit a friend and planned to take the tram. Knowing the station would be crowded, I thought about dressing provocatively and letting the men who love to peep at me see my private parts under my skirt.

But then I thought, since I was going to see a friend, it's better to be conservative and not too provocative. So I had to abandon that idea and suppress my desires again.

My friend is notoriously picky and always criticizes my clothes. I can't dress too casually or too revealingly; I have to dress like a lady. A light purple pencil skirt, a white shirt, and a sheer jacket over it, revealing conservative white underwear underneath. Although white, the panties were sheer lace with a high slit… The bra was a matching set, also sheer lace. My tank top seemed a bit too transparent, barely covering my private parts, so I wore pantyhose to at least partially conceal it…

After boarding, I found the bus was neither too crowded nor too empty, and there was a seat available, so I sat down. The weather was awful, gloomy, and rainy… making my dark suit a little dirty.

The weather was awful… As soon as I sat down, my skirt got a little dirty, so I took out a tissue and wiped it clean. It was dry in no time. It was still a distance from my friend, so I looked around, glancing here and there. Perhaps it was hard to suppress the desire deep inside me, even though I was dressed like a conservative lady, I was still paying attention to my surroundings. Thinking to myself, perhaps someone else is also eagerly peeking under my skirt, wanting to peek into the privacy of a refined lady.

I looked around, but to my disappointment, for some reason, the people around me were all older women… only… sitting directly opposite me was… a guy who looked like a student… probably in his twenties, who knows? But he didn’t quite look like a student… For some reason, something felt off; he gave me a strange feeling… Was he peeping at me? No… impossible, I was dressed so modestly, and he looked so honest; someone like him wouldn’t dare to look under a woman’s skirt, but I still felt something different.

I kept scanning my surroundings, ah… my eyes met those of the young man opposite me, and he warily avoided my gaze. His shy yet lecherous eyes sent a shiver through me, a surge of pleasure washing over me, stimulating my brain. He… he was peeping under my skirt, wasn’t he… he was spying. Although I wasn't

sure if he was really spying on my private parts... I was already getting excited, feeling a little hot all over. My blood seemed to be flowing rapidly, as if it were being heated.

I felt incredibly excited, and unexpectedly, I discovered someone was peeping at my private parts under my skirt. While I felt excited by being spied on, I also wanted to expose my private parts to a stranger's eyes, to enjoy the thrill of being stared at. But as a woman, the etiquette I'd been taught since childhood made me instinctively cross my legs, which had been lying flat, to prevent him from seeing my private parts. My fingers lightly tapped the hem of my skirt, and my legs slowly moved, trying to naturally change my posture. I didn't want him to notice; I knew he was watching.

I glanced at him every now and then, watching his movements... but his eyes never left me. Whether it was just my imagination or not, he was staring directly at my skirt...

It was him, this person was really spying on my skirt. His eyes were so lewd, so excited. Seeing his excited reaction, I was incredibly excited too. His gaze was fixed on the base of my crossed legs.

But I knew he couldn't see anything private; he could only glimpse my fair, rosy, slender legs clad in silk…

I wanted him to see, I was determined to make him see deep beneath my skirt. I changed my position, lowering my legs from their cross shape to lie flat, my most private area directly facing his eyes. Feigning ladylike behavior, I pretended to be afraid of revealing my underwear, politely pressing my skirt down, but deliberately placing my hands on my thighs to flatten the skirt, so his gaze could directly see deep beneath my skirt, directly see the base of my thighs, allowing him to clearly see a woman's most private area.

In his eyes, I was a well-mannered lady, yet carelessly and inadvertently exposed my privacy. I stole a glance at him… Ah… He was watching, his gaze was fixed on me, no… not on me, but on my private parts… He was staring intently at my private parts, it was so hot… it really made my whole body heat up, as if my private parts were completely exposed to his eyes. Spy… spy on me… I want you to spy on my private parts. I want you to make me so wet, so hot, so uncomfortable down there, that's the look I want from you, the more you spy on me, the more I want my private parts exposed to you.

I glanced around, but kept my eyes on this voyeuristic gaze. God! He was staring intently at the glimpse of my private parts under my skirt, it was dizzying, giving me an incredibly hot pleasure. Suddenly, I wanted to do something bold. I knew that doing so might scare him away, but for more excitement, for more pleasure, I had to take the gamble.

I squeezed my legs together tightly, pressed my hands against the hem of my skirt, covering my inner thighs, and blocking his gaze from peeping at my private parts. I feigned surprise, as if I'd just discovered my private parts were exposed, and

quickly pulled my skirt away from his sight. Heh… he looked away like a startled puppy. He pretended to be nonchalant, embarrassed. Ha… this is fun…

but my bet is only just beginning. Move, move… now you can't see my private parts.

Move boldly, find the best view to peek under my skirt… hurry… hurry… no… have I lost the bet?

He's been watching me, that's true, but… you can't see my private parts from there… oh… no matter how much I begged, he wouldn't move…

oh my god! No… don't do this… his gaze leaving my body made me incredibly uncomfortable, no…

I want you, I want your gaze, don't go, I need your lewd stare. He stood up, left the carriage, ah… no… don't go, um… I want… I want you to rape me… use your gaze to defile this lewd woman. I want you…you come and rape me…

At this moment, he returned to the carriage, pretending to be nonchalant as he sat down in a position where he could peek at my private parts beneath my skirt. Oh…he still wanted to peek, he still wanted to see my private parts. This time he would definitely see very clearly. See…peek at my secrets, now I am your plaything alone. He has seen everything about me, hasn't he? He stared straight at my skirt, spying on my private parts. His gaze seemed to penetrate my bra, as if he could see directly into my vulva, making me feel hot and wet, giving me unparalleled pleasure. Now my vulva is dripping wet, isn't it? Oh…you've seen everything.

How embarrassing… There are other people on the bus, and I've exposed my private parts for you to see. I'm so lewd… I'm such a lewd woman… Rape me… Rape me, rape me with your gaze… Rape me…

Rape me to death… My whole body feels hot, I'm getting hot and burning, I can't control myself anymore, a desire is surging up inside me, I want to take off my clothes here, expose myself, even spread my flesh, and present my most private parts to you.

I close my eyes, my mind is filled with his gaze, ah… no… It's too much, just letting someone peek at my underwear is already unbearable, I can't control myself. How did I become so lewd? Please don't look anymore… no… not peeping at me… peeping at me… rape me… don't stop… um… um… I murmur… My private parts have been seen, it's so embarrassing, but it's so hot and wet, I want to reach out and touch it, touch my wet and hot vulva.

It's so hot... so uncomfortable. I know my lower body is incredibly wet, and I know I'm about to lose control. No... I'll be so embarrassed if this continues. People will see the shape of my vulva. There are so many people on the bus; maybe many are watching me! I thought to myself, but I couldn't control myself. I spread my legs as wide as possible. I knew he could clearly see my vulva like this... but I still couldn't show my wantonness in such a public place... I kept my hands on my skirt, just pretending. I knew it wouldn't cover me up at all. I just didn't want people to know I was deliberately showing it to him...

It's so hot... Oh... Ah... Hmm... I dared not make too much noise...

Ah... Have you seen enough? My vulva is so wet... I can feel it.

No more... Enough... Please... Let me go... Enough, stop peeping... I can't take it anymore... I... My desire is rising, it's so uncomfortable, so hot... I took off my coat... but it still couldn't quell my lust... Ah... Oh... Ah... Hmm... No... If this continues, I'll do something lewd on the train...

The train arrived at the station... I hurriedly got off... Although my stop wasn't yet, I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't continue like this, although it would give me pleasure, if it continued I would lose control, I got off and waited for the next train... On the platform, I calmed down a bit. I unbuttoned my shirt to cool myself down... I couldn't help but cry out... I saw him, he got off the train too... also standing on the platform...

The train arrived, I got on, there were more people on the train than before, but luckily there was a seat, I sat down, looking around, afraid that he would get on the train too. Yes, he got on the bus too. I knew his purpose… He walked over and stood next to my seat… Ah… my buttons… I had just unbuttoned them, but not fastened them. He… he could see everything clearly from above… First my lower body, now my breasts.

The lust that hadn’t completely subsided was reignited. My thin bra offered no protection whatsoever. My breasts, my fair and rosy skin, were all exposed to him. It was so uncomfortable, so hot… Why did being spied on give me such pleasure… Ah… Oh… Ah… I wanted him to see my nipples, my pink nipples… Ah… How could I be so wanton… Oh… Ah… Hmm… He stared at my 36C breasts… Hot… So hot…

More people got off the bus, and there were very few people left. He walked to the seat opposite me and sat down. He still wanted to spy, still wanted to peek into my private parts. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted him to see more, much more. I stood up, put on my coat, and as I sat down, I deliberately let my tight skirt ride up on the seat…

Now my already short skirt was like a mini-skirt. He could probably see most of the transparent lace, except for my diaper. I knew he was satisfied from his eyes. Ah… oh… I was almost moaning. Mmm… mmm, fuck me, fuck me with your eyes… ah… your eyes are like a big cock, you can see all my private parts.

Ah… mmm… I'm so horny… I'm so hot… my private parts are so wet, you must have seen my vulva… the transparent lace is completely soaked, ah… mmm… you, I want you… I want your gaze… oh… ah… mmm… so embarrassing… so shameful… ah… ah… The bus was empty except for him and me. We arrived at the station… and he actually got up and got off… I was the only one left on the bus.

Although he had left and his gaze was no longer fixed on me, the lust I had been aroused with was hard to quell. Seeing that the train was empty, I lifted my skirt and boldly touched my vulva with my fingers. With my eyes half-closed, I began to masturbate. Ah…

how lewd! I was masturbating in a place like a tram, completely soaked. I couldn't believe it myself. I loosened my bra and rubbed my 36C breasts… rubbing my rosy, white breasts.

Mmm… oh… ah… mmm… My mind was filled with his lewd, voyeuristic gaze. Oh… no… don't go, look at me… I'll strip naked for you… oh… ah… mmm… mmm… mmm… I pulled my pantyhose and camisole down to my knees, my fingers rapidly rubbing my genitals, constantly stimulating my clitoris, rubbing my small vulva to give myself unparalleled pleasure.

I knew the next stop would be soon, I had to hurry. Oh… ah… I… mmm, ah… mmm… ah… faster… oh… fuck me, fuck me… I want you to watch me, I almost cried out.

I rubbed my clitoris with one hand and thrust in and out with the other... Oh... um... um... oh um um... um... I could hear the "sizzling" sound of water, I knew it was almost there, hurry up and fuck me... fuck me... not enough... I want a cock, I want a cock, fingers aren't enough, I put in two fingers, my middle and index fingers moving in and out of my wet flesh quickly and continuously, thrusting in and out of my wet and beautiful hole, while another finger stimulated and rubbed my clitoris.

Yes…oh…ah…that’s it, just like that…so big, so hot…so hot…ah…haha ah oh…oh oh oh…oh…ah…ah…ah…ah…faster…faster…um…ah…ah…I trembled for a second, and a large amount of warm liquid sprayed onto my hands…

I knew this warm liquid was my love fluid…I masturbated on the tram, and then lewdly released a large amount of lustful fluid on the tram…

oh…the tram was about to arrive at the station, and I hurriedly pulled up my camisole and stockings, and straightened my clothes…just as I finished dressing, another stream of heat sprayed onto my body, some of it spraying directly onto my face and hair. I smelled a foul odor, and I looked up…

ah…what appeared in my eyes…was…was…there was a man in the seat in front of me, it was that…that person who had been spying on my private parts…

didn’t he get off the tram? I saw his penis… erect… he was gripping it tightly with both hands…

ah… God… besides letting him see my underwear peeking out, he was watching me masturbate so wantonly, ejaculating his thick semen…

God… I was terrified… I got up and ran towards the car door… I got out of the car before the door closed. He tried to rush out too, but he was a step too slow. I watched him stand in front of the door as the car drove away.

[The End]

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