Exposure of promiscuous women

The Exposure of a Licentious Wife

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Chapter 1

I deeply love my husband, but we've been estranged for 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 deeply love him, even after that incident three months ago, when my life began to change, I still deeply love him, and I still keep my body for him alone...

I work in a foreign trade company, in a not-so-low 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, and my colleagues even joked, saying, "Why isn't your husband home? Why didn't he spend my birthday with me... Be careful. He's so handsome and rich, could he be infatuated with that woman?"

I smiled and dealt with them, without a single doubt in my heart. I know it's impossible, even with how cold we are... but I know it's impossible.

After we finished our meal, my husband came home while we were chatting in the living room.

Although he looked very tired, 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 inner thighs... 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 moving her legs, her cleavage clearly visible under her tight skirt—white lace panties and sexy legs in stockings. This must be incredibly stimulating for a man!

Seeing my husband's absent-minded gaze, I couldn't help but feel jealous... Thinking about how cold he was to me, yet he reacted like this just because he was watching a woman he didn't know! I gave Yiling

a wink, trying 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 came back, she sat in the same spot opposite my husband, but instead of paying attention to her posture, she opened her skirt wide, facing my husband. I felt increasingly uneasy. I watched as his gaze lingered on Yiling's inner thighs, and he occasionally used his tongue to moisten his lips…

I looked at Yiling unhappily, only to find that her face was flushed, her breathing was somewhat rapid, and her hands were 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! Oh my god! What was she doing? How could she do this? I couldn't let this continue… I got up, trying to block my husband's view and stop this. My strategy worked; my husband focused his attention on the TV. And when I turned to look at Yiling… Oh my god! Underneath her tight skirt, there were no clothes. The stockings and panties she had just been wearing were gone. Was she deliberately trying to let my husband see? Was she trying to hook up with him?

Yiling knew I had 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 knew but didn't say anything. When they were about to leave, I saw them out. After seeing the others into the elevator, I called out to Yiling.

After the others left, only she and I remained at the elevator door. I spoke first: "Uh… Yiling, you weren't wearing a bra today… um… nor panties and stockings… um… You lied to me!! I saw you wearing them before… Why did you take off your panties and stockings in my own home?! And expose your… your vulva in front of my husband? What do you mean by this! Trying to hook up with my husband!!" I shouted angrily.

"No...it's not like that...Manager...I didn't mean 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 wanted to wash my face to calm down, but I didn't realize...the feeling under my skirt was so good..."

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

"Okay, Yi-ling. I believe you, but what you did was wrong..." I warned her a few times and let her go.

That night, I lay in bed, thinking about Yi-ling...thinking about how Yi-ling could 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 Yi-ling, as if it had never happened. A few days later, the company had a case that required me to discuss with the manufacturer. After taking on 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 the case over to the salesperson and explained some details.

The manager was also listening to his presentation, worried he might make a mistake. I inadvertently noticed that the manager's eyes were fixed on my underwear… I instinctively tightened my legs. Damn it! Another lecherous man trying to take advantage of me.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: Yiling. Does exposing yourself to being stared at really give you 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 simultaneously 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 also afraid of being discovered, gave me a mischievous thrill.

Then I got bolder and opened them wider, letting him see directly under my skirt. I was wearing purple lace panties and sheer stockings, and with my beautiful thigh curves… I think any man would feel uneasy!

Just as I was enjoying this prank, 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 myself, and they opened again…

"Oh, God! 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 hide it, the more I couldn't close my legs...

"Please, stop..." Then I remembered I was wearing sheer stockings, barely covering anything, and the purple lace was also somewhat transparent... Maybe he'd see the shape of my vulva!

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

Our sales associate sensed something was wrong and turned to look at me too...

"Oh no! He saw it too." I told myself I had to stay calm and not make a fool of myself.

Two unfamiliar eyes were peering 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 inside...

Fortunately, our salesman wasn't obsessed 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 company 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 that he had seen me too...My emotions remained high, and I couldn't calm down.

Back at the company, after putting down my things, I immediately rushed to the bathroom. 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 vulva's secretions. Through the mirror, I could clearly see the shape of my vulva. Even through the stockings and panties, it was still clearly visible. My genitals were soaked with fabric, making my vulva clearly visible. The thought of someone seeing my vulva like this made me start to arouse again…

But thankfully, it was impossible for anyone to see my vulva through my skirt. I pulled down my skirt and straightened it. I mimicked the previous position, looking at myself in the mirror, trying to reassure myself that no one had seen my genitals. 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 really see that? Looking at the figure in the mirror, I suddenly felt hot.

That was the manager…he saw my genitals…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 the 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 My Desires

That day, I returned home and looked at the dark living room. My husband, as usual, hadn't come home yet. Tonight, I would be alone again, keeping watch in solitude. Thinking about what I had done today, something I felt guilty about towards my beloved husband, I couldn't help but feel sad. Sitting on the sofa, I unconsciously fell asleep.

In my dream...

Yiling was exposed in front of my husband again. My husband was staring 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 out and pressed down on my open skirt, but... but... I was only wearing a bra, stockings, and that purple panty.

"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 off my stockings to check the stains I'd made that day, only to find they were still damp.

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

I wondered what was wrong with me, and quickly changed my clothes and went into the bathroom to wash up.

The hot water felt wonderful on my skin, and my mind cleared 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...I 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 more 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…

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 paid attention to 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 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 of my attention to 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 stockings and panties under my white pencil skirt to urinate, 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 sales representative, was on leave that day, I was quite busy. Back at the company, I didn't have time to linger 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 form 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 the clever person I am, I started with my own folders, and sure enough, the file contained the directory for that case. After a quick search, I found it. I quickly printed it out and gave it to the manager.

After finishing my task, I turned back to shut down Xiao Chen's computer, but my eyes caught a glimpse of a directory called "beauty leg". 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, only to find there weren't many pictures, just about ten. It seems Xiao Chen is selective!

I opened the first picture and immediately 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 them immediately…it was me.

I looked through 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 even showed my entire body.

I felt a powerful shock. Xiao Chen was sitting diagonally in front of me, facing me. While I had many opportunities to turn my legs towards him when I was working, how could he…take pictures of my underwear?

I looked at them carefully again; each picture was breathtakingly beautiful. Sheer stockings and long, shapely legs, plus several images of genitals pressed tightly against panties—"Ah…so they've been spying on my private parts every day…" Looking at the pictures, I imagined myself as Xiao Chen, secretly peeking at the depths of my vulva beneath my tight skirt. I remembered the wave of pleasure triggered at noon, mixed with the thrill of being secretly photographed, and my whole body felt hot…

I wanted to know what it felt like to be watched. I slightly pulled open my skirt; someone was staring through it. (Even though I wasn't facing anyone, I still imagined it…)

I closed my eyes, trying to see as much as possible! To see my private parts completely. Yes, I'd tell others, tell them to come and see too.

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

I know you're peeping. My voluptuous body is completely exposed. Your eyes are like cocks deeply inserted into my hole.

"...Oh...ah...hmm...hum...oh..."

The more you look, the more my lustful fluids 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...hmm...you can see the fabric being absorbed by my flesh...my lace panties are already transparent...oh...my private parts are completely exposed..."

I stroked along the curve 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. I swayed my hips seductively. You all love to see the lines and lace clinging to my narrow skirt—those are the patterns on my panties!

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

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

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

The panties and stockings against my vulva were already soaked with my love juice. I wanted to remove the stockings and panty, but my fingers rubbed 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 more I felt the urge to orgasm.

The 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...ah..."

A sudden tremor ran through me. I hurriedly tried to take off the panties and stockings that I hadn't taken off earlier, but it was too late. My love juice had already been released onto them, soaking the stockings and panties with a lot of water and staining my clothes.

After these two orgasms caused by being spied on, though I didn't want to believe it, I truly enjoyed exposing my private parts to others, and I experienced a rapid surge of sexual desire due to being spied on.

Chapter Four: Indulgence in the Department Store.

Because of the constraints of traditional morality, although I knew I was this kind of woman, that I enjoyed exposing myself and liking others to spy on my private parts, I still couldn't completely indulge my desires. I still thought it was wrong, not something a normal woman would do.

One weekend, on the eve of my weekend, 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 unpleasant. 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 watching me today, knowing that with so many people around, it would be difficult to spot that person.

After wandering around 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 saw her at the cosmetics counter from afar. Her breasts were huge, stretching her white silk blouse tightly.

Curious, I walked closer to get a better look. "They're really big…" As I passed her, she leaned forward, her t-shirt billowing, tightly covering 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. Maybe it was my body telling me that I could find what I wanted here. I turned around and walked towards her. She happily helped me with the introductions. I arched my back, wanting to reveal my inner beauty, but my target wasn't the cosmetics, nor the saleswoman, but the man beside me, who was helping his girlfriend pick out things. 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 desire in his eyes.

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 had already attracted him; he must be feeling bored.

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

He noticed my gaze, which began to arouse me. 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 lust had been aroused by him but hadn't been released. I wanted more voyeurism; I wanted someone to violate me with their eyes. Although I told myself not to do this every time, I couldn't control my lust whenever someone was watching me.

I walked towards the escalator, my desire to be watched, to have someone peek at my private parts, overwhelmed me. I was almost in a daze. And… at that moment, I didn't know that as the escalator passed by, someone took the opportunity to peek at my breasts. Having lost the object of my lewd gaze, the pleasure I had just experienced had cooled considerably. Although my vulva was still wet and itchy, I had begun to recover.

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

And then, I saw him again, a man in his early twenties. Yes, he was there again, his gaze fixed on my exposed chest, staring at my red bra.

The pleasure returned. I knew I wanted his gaze; I wanted him to see. I stopped taking the escalator upwards and started wandering around, searching for him, hoping he'd follow.

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

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

"...Oh...ah..." My swollen vulva itched, "Oh...ah..." I moaned softly.

He grew bolder, adjusting his position to match my movements, wanting to see more of my exposed body. Each 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's gone...did he leave?

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, exposing my vulva completely, which aroused me even more.

Although there were other people around, I couldn't resist. 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 can't do that here. I can't masturbate in front of anyone, not even my husband. I try my best to hold back.

But someone is watching under my skirt. I keep shifting my legs, wanting him to see more, to see more clearly, but because he's seen my private parts, I want to squeeze my legs together. It's strange, the more I try to squeeze my legs together, the hotter I feel.

I want him to see everything, but I can't. I can't open my legs. I keep indulging in the lewdness of being spied on. Not only that, I find that besides the pleasure I get from being spied on, the more I resist their gaze, the faster I reach orgasm. To satisfy myself, my legs open and close...

I get up and walk to the dressing room. In the dressing room, I desperately want to satisfy myself. My fingers start rubbing my vulva. I think about his lewd gaze as I rub...

"Ah... oh... oh... ah... um..."

I know what I'm going to do, but... there's a feeling of unsatisfaction. I took off my red bra, and then I wanted to take off my panties… I walked out of the dressing room, and only then did I realize 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 brightly lit 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 completely satisfied. My wet vulva was exposed… “Ah…oh…I’m being 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. That way you won’t be able to see me…

But I can’t control myself. My legs open and close, “Oh…oh…ah…ah…um…hum…” I moaned softly. Because of the friction between my legs and his lewd gaze, I knew I was about to climax.

Although I was aroused, I still had my rationality. I knew this was a public place, and my movements weren’t too exaggerated. I think the people around me didn’t know I was like this. Maybe even the person peeping didn’t know that I was about to climax because of his lewd gaze.

I was focused on his lewd gaze, and I never thought that my bare breasts would become the focus of everyone’s attention. I was almost naked, being lewdly stared at. My vulva, breasts, and nipples were all exposed. They all wanted to rape me… to lewdly stare at me…

I knew I had to go, so I quickly got up. I wanted to walk to the dressing room, but… every time I moved my thighs, my clitoris was stimulated. After a few steps, I felt something was wrong, and I quickly squatted down, pretending to dirty my shoes. 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 you saw… the look in your eyes when you saw my vulva.

Chapter 5: Office Romance

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

I still went to work as usual every day, waiting for the weekend to come, wanting to find another opportunity to let people see my private parts, to let strangers’ fiery eyes stare directly at my vulva…

Although I so desperately wanted to be stared at, I still wasn’t bold enough. In the office, I remained discreet, keeping my secret hidden. I couldn't do something like that in front of acquaintances; it would be embarrassing.

But things rarely go as planned, and some things just happen.

Ever since I found out that Xiao Chen was constantly spying on me, I've been extremely careful not to let anything slip through my fingers at work. It's actually quite uncomfortable. 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 burn and swell, arousing my desire…

That day, I went to work as usual, wearing my usual suit, but underneath I was wearing dark underwear. I'd been 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 photos of my underwear, I was especially careful not to let my skirt face that direction, so as not to expose my private parts. From the moment I arrived at the office that morning, I felt uneasy all over. I didn't know if I was just having delusions or if Xiao Chen was really spying on me. I felt 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. My dark camisole and stockings were also ruined, with damp stains. I touched my labia with my fingers and started rubbing. But reason stopped my desire. I stopped and left the restroom.

My colleagues were all out eating, and the office was empty. I walked back to my seat, but suddenly remembered the photos Xiao Chen had 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, legs slightly apart, one hand pressing down on the hem of my skirt to prevent my private parts from being exposed. But...you can still see her private parts under the skirt in the photo, and...this photo was taken today, just this morning...I had no idea I was being photographed without my knowledge...

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

Lying on the desk, imagining the gazes 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, 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, imagining others voyeurizing me, raping me, I loved it when you looked at me. Ah… um… it felt like I was standing naked in front of you, you were so horny, loving to see my private parts, oh… ah… just thinking about it was enough to drive me crazy. I got up, intending 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, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep.

I had a dream where I was standing at a crossroads, dressed, but everyone's gaze made it seem 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 awakened by my colleagues’ conversation; it was already time for work. My genitals were soaking wet; I wanted to clean myself, but I was too weak, so I just let it 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 spied on. 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 slightly parted, facing him, exposing my private parts, deliberately opening and closing them...

I caught a glimpse of his eyes; I knew he saw it, he saw the glimpse of my private parts under my skirt...ah...see more, I twisted my body further, making myself 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, pretending to be a lady, but my thighs were spread even wider, letting him see more. Oh...all?

He looked at me, 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...it's so hot...it's so uncomfortable...oh..." He was rubbing his huge penis through his pants, masturbating directly because he saw my exposed skin.

"Ah...I want to masturbate too...oh...ah...oh...ah...what to do...I'm really uncomfortable..."

It was time to leave work, and my colleagues were leaving one after another, but Xiao Chen didn't seem willing to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I was also 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 that 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...um..." I felt his breathing become rapid, and I knew that his huge penis was already hard and uncomfortable.

My vulva was wet and burning hot... I was burning up all over... I knew I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted a penis inside me, I wanted someone to fuck me, I even wanted to insert my own fingers.

"Ah... um..."

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

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

At this point, only the two of us were left in the office. He boldly stared directly at my private parts, and 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 didn't have the courage.

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

"Ah...oh...it's so strange, but..." He didn't move, but instead swayed with my hips, constantly stroking his large penis in his pants.

"Ah...ah..." I was so wanton, letting others see my exposed skin under my skirt, it was shameful...

"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 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 only a short while, I felt like I was going to ascend to heaven.

"Ah...no...no...hmm...ah...ah...ah...ah..." A surge of heat gushed from my body, splashing onto my hands.

"Ah..."

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

"Wow..." Someone grabbed me from behind, 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 down, licking my neck, my shoulders...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 so good!" Now I didn't care about anything else, just that he penetrated me quickly.

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

"Faster...faster..." I thought to myself. But he just couldn't get it in; his penis wouldn't get hard. Had he just ejaculated? I'm so disappointed…

But… he licked my vulva with his tongue. So dirty… it’s been a whole day, it 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 lay 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

Ever 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 feel, 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 slutty woman and stop enjoying peeping at my private parts. Oh God! What should I do? Should I indulge my desires, or stop doing such lewd things?

Reason always struggles to control desire. Every day when I'm in the office, I'm like a wild beast in heat; I can't control my lust. In the office, my desire is always high. I secretly watch Xiao Chen's gaze, whether he's peeping at my private parts or not. I'm always burning with desire. His lewd gaze makes my genitals always wet and itchy. The dressing room in the office becomes my daily masturbation spot. In the dressing room, I lift my skirt and stroke my mons pubis through my silk and panties. You all love to look at me. You bad men all peep at my private parts, looking directly at my private parts through my skirt when I'm not paying attention. You're so bad, so wicked.

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, um…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 shameful…exposing my vulva to men…ah…ah…

my fingers keep rubbing against the outside of my vulva, my genitals are getting wetter and wetter, ah so hot um…ah…with my other hand, I unbutton my shirt, pull open my bra, and start kneading my breasts, my pink breasts. Um…I'm so lewd, how could I be so wanton…how could I love letting people spy on 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 come.

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 open the silk, pulling my 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 pussy is so wet and hot, wet...um...so hot...I'm almost there...I'm about to cum...fuck me again, fuck me again with your burning gaze...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, I knew what was happening...I cummed again...the large amount of fluid that came out soaked all my silk.

Masturbation again and again, intense ejaculation again and again… I don’t want to, and am unwilling to, admit that I am such a wanton woman… But… I am such a lewd woman. I love the way men stare at me, I love their burning gazes as they lewdly look at me, pry into my private parts, and steal glances at a woman’s most private genitals.

It’s not just that I like their unintentional peeping; I love exposing myself, making my private parts the focus of everyone’s attention.

Wearing my camisole and stockings that are soaked with my own juices… Ah… they’re so wet, and my pants are torn… It was an accident… I’ll have to be more careful later, otherwise, if he takes a picture, then… then how will I explain…

Because the small area close to my private parts is already so wet that people can see my mons pubis and the shape of my vulva, and with my stockings torn, I’ve been very nervous ever since I got back to the office. I’m afraid that Xiao Chen will see my wanton genitals, see my entire wet vulva, afraid that he will see this vulva that’s wet and hot from being spied on.

Sitting in my seat, I kept my legs tightly pressed together 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 was strange… the more I tried to keep my private parts from being exposed to his gaze, the hotter I felt, an unbearable heat that made me want to relax my legs and let his gaze fall under my skirt, exposing my wanton genitals to his eyes, to excite him.

Seeing him excited by peeking at my private parts made me even hotter. He was peeking; I noticed he was looking at the hem of my skirt. I pretended not to care and slightly parted my legs, letting the hem of my skirt open, revealing my wet vulva. I kept pretending to be busy working on the documents on my desk, but I secretly caught his peeking gaze, which gave me a surge of pleasure. I felt so good; his peeking gaze made me feel so good, not only giving me 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 the hot, wet crevice 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 spying makes me so itchy, so hot, so uncomfortable down there, but your voyeurism gives me unparalleled pleasure. Now my wanton vulva is so wet, getting wetter and wetter, 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 position far away from me, and... he can't see my private parts from there... while his original position was used by a female colleague.

What's wrong with me? Does he dislike peeping at my private parts? Or is my promiscuity frightening him, making him afraid he'll do something immoral again because he saw what was under my skirt?

What's wrong...? Has he started to think I'm a promiscuous woman, started to feel disgusted with me? ...No...I'm not a promiscuous woman...Don't think like that...I try my best to tell myself I'm not a promiscuous woman...But...every night, the desire to expose myself itches me. In my dreams, I see the lustful eyes of others...I can't take it anymore. I can't live a life where no one peeps at me. I need people to see me, but I can't let them think I'm a promiscuous woman.

Strangers, if they were strangers, they wouldn't think I'm a promiscuous woman, right? I want to expose myself, I want to be completely naked in front of strangers. Let them spy on me, let them spy on my private parts, let their penises grow hot and hard, let them ejaculate outside because of my exposure...

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

Every day after work, I didn't go home, but 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. Underneath, I wore high-cut, almost transparent sexy underwear, and no 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 peek under my skirt, and I would occasionally expose my private parts, letting their eyes ravish me. Only in this way could my desires be released… But… although they peeked at me, it wasn't enough. No one could keep peeking until I… climaxed… They always gave me a fleeting glance… but didn't have the courage to continue. I was itching… my body was itching… 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… It's so painful... I want to be spied on, to be spied on, to be violated by your burning gazes...

Chapter Seven: Uncontrollable Lust.

I started dressing provocatively, seeking out people who wanted to spy on me in crowded places, wanting to expose my private parts to them. I wanted people's lewd gazes; that's the kind of wanton woman I am. But... I can 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 see a friend, planning to take the tram. Thinking that the station would be crowded, I thought about dressing provocatively and letting men who love to spy on me see my private parts under my skirt on the tram.

But then I thought, since I'm going to see a friend, it's better to be conservative and not be too promiscuous, so I had to give up the idea and suppress my lust again.

My friend is notoriously picky and always criticizes my clothes. I don't dare to dress too casually or too provocatively; 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 desires deep within me, even though I was dressed like a conservative lady, I was still paying attention to my surroundings. I thought 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… that couldn’t be, 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 was off.

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 shifted, 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 daring. 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 a startled expression, pretending to be surprised to discover that I had exposed myself, and turned the hem of my skirt away from his sight.

Heh… He looked away quickly, 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… Did I lose the bet?

He was watching me the whole time, that’s true, but… you can’t see my private parts from there… Oh… No matter how much I begged, he didn’t move…

My God! No… Don’t do this… His gaze leaving my body made me feel uncomfortable all over. 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 was sure he could see very clearly. See…peek at my secrets, now I am your plaything alone. He saw everything about me, didn't he? He stared intently 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 soaking wet, isn't it? Oh…you saw 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 surges up inside me, making me want to take off all 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 spying on me… spying on 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 peeping at 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 surging, 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, I would lose control if I continued. 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... 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… Just now it was my lower body, now it’s my breasts.

The lust that hadn’t completely subsided was reignited. My thin bra offered absolutely no protection. 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… transparent lace, all 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, my fingers boldly touching my vulva. 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 time, 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 in my own wet flesh, quickly and continuously thrusting in and out, fucking 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 ejaculated 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 pantyhose 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 pungent odor, and I looked up…

Ah… what appeared before my eyes… was… was… there was a man in the seat in front of me, the one… the one who had been spying on my private parts…

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

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

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

[The End]

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