I posted this by way of fun “ignore the lines on my bum” (Gingertitsx). Okay, I am a bit of an exhibitionist. I like my own body, and I have no objections whatsoever if people look at me. When I am on the tube and it is summer, me wearing a dress, I can feel the eyes of all the man around me on my body. Do I hide? No. I don’t. I have a gift, a wonderful body and confidence to go with it. So I simply display what is there. Open eyes that cannot see. Induce lust in a dead marriage, make someone’s desires open up for anyone to see. I don’t mean that literally, although I would like to have x-ray glasses, that would allow me to peep into guys underpants. Not just for the fun of spotting all the different shaped willies, but to see what my appearance would do to them. See them get stiff, and then hiding it under a plastic bag.

Okay, let’s go back to this particular picture. Why did I make it?

it was a hot summer day, I was doing my normal tube home ride. And there they were. I was sitting on a four seater, left to me a young boy, maybe 16. In the front a 30 and a 60 . I was wearing a short skirt and a tank top. And I did not want to show my boobs all, so the cleavage was, let's say moderate. I leant forward to get something from my bag, standing at my feet. Taking a bit longer than necessary to make sure I was noticed. The young boy next to me could have looked right into my crack. Seeing the thin line of string disappearing in the depth. The two others had a good view on my considerable and naked boobs. When I set up again, book in hand I made sure they all got eye contact. And then I started fantasizing. The size of the cock. The boy next to me was easy, his hormones were racing, his bulge nice and ready. I would say 8", quite think. I imagined it throbbing below that pants and boxer short. I imagined him sitting there, completely naked for me. And I was the one taking him up on his own challenge.

The other two were harder to distinguish. Oh no, hard is of course the wrong word. They would be hard, come on, these weather, so much naked flesh to be seen. And me willingly in the middle. The one that interested me most was the older man. I thought of him, and imagined I was a friend of his sweet young daughter. And how we two would try to corrupt him if we came home late at night, a bit drunk. God, that would be fun. How he would stand there, helpless apart from his boner. He could hide it from his daughter, but not from me. You fucking old pervert. I must admit, I felt a tingle in my pussy. I felt the wetness slowly making its way to my pussy lips, soaking the string I was wearing.

I wanted to make him see that I was on to him. So I looked at him, first with some casual nonchalance. He saw me looking, and looked away. But I knew I had him. My gaze rested upon him. I could see his eyes moving, as if he was not looking at me and at the same time checking is I was still there. Don’t you worry you old fucker, I am here. I am not going anywhere. Then, as by some magic he simply needed to make contact again. Look at me, and God was I ready for him. My eyes glued on his. I slowly licked my lips. Let my eyelids flash, a shy smile. A bit of a sigh. Are you watching me, horny dick. That was what I was shouting at him. With my eyes, my expression. And oh fuck, look at that. His boner was there, growing. The little dirty man did not have his panties on. I smiled at him, nodded, as if to say. Look! And when he looked he could see the stain in his pants. Nice beige, with a clear wet spot. Precum!

Great, so that was that little old pig done with. He would have to walk home, shame like a flag on his trousers. I had not looked at the last man, sitting right across her. When I looked at him I was a bit surprised, he was not looking at me at all. On the contrary, his eyes were glued on the young boy next to me. Shit I thought, seems that little fucker is queer. Of all the man around me I must have the gay one. I wondered if there was anything to be done. Well, that was easy of course. One touch with my magic want and that boy would be drawn back into that dark space called desire. So, I straighten out my skirt, accidently touched his thigh. Let it linger for a short moment, and then moved even higher. Not touching as in touching, but enough for a young boy to have his mind explode! And yes, I saw how he became flustered, and when I asked him if he was still in college, or enjoying a well deserved holiday, flashing smiles and boobs I knew I had made someone happy. Someone that would within 1 hour from now have his cock in his hand, frantically jacking off to the fading memory of me!

So, now you get why I like using transport so much. It is a bit inconvenient, but if you are into this kind of accidentals contacts like me it is wonderful. People sit, stare, have nowhere to go. It is like a public theatre, I perform on that stage with rigour. And my audience loves it, they really do. I could feel them staring after my glorious as when it was time for me to leave. I could not resist leaning into both the young boy and granddad before I finally made my way. Maybe I even felt a slight touching hand on my bare leg. I would like the world to stop at such a moment, and say. It is okay, feel this luscious body. Feel this source of pleasure. And yes, I was deliciously wet. I would have liked to work that juice up a bit more, spread it over my pussy lips and beyond. But okay, lets accept the limitations of public life.

I got out of the tube, and was surprised to find the young man next to me, the gay fellow. He was kind enough to smile at me, although he must have been frustrated with my actions to distract his young target. Outside the station he looked around, and then suddenly waved and shouted. A red sportscar drove up. Behind the wheel was another attractive young man. He got in, and they kissed. Passionately. I stood there, watching them. I liked it a lot. Kissing is always good. It is one of my favourites. Kissing a mouth, a nipple, a breast, a cock. It is all wonderful. When they broke the car was started and it slowly drove off. The hood was opened, it looked amazing. It gave me a sense of lustful desire. Fuck, if only I knew someone with such a car. I would do anything to sit in it, drive round, enjoy the wind in my hair. I wondered if I would lift my skirt over my bottom, would I also feel the wind on my pussy? I would never know, do I? Since I have a boyfriend, and although I have a deep desire to betray him and be unfaithful, he did not have a sportscar. And I did not know any friends that have. Damn, that felt like a real disappointment. I was heading for home, my BF would not be there. And suddenly I knew how I would spend my evening. Alone.

I was in the elevator up to my flat. I could not control myself anymore, my hand lifted my skirt and found a completely soaked G-string. God, a miracle I did not slip on the way home on my own juices. I could not believe it, but is was trickling along my thigh. Was I ever that horny before? I rested against the back of the stainless steel cabin and slowly pushed the fabric of my G-string inside my pussy. I knew that if I allowed myself to touch even my bare skin I would cum then and there. And with this simple movement I also kind of fabricated the “being taken” feeling. I wanted to be invaded. A tongue? No better, a cock, a monster cock. OMG, this was so outrageous. I was loosing myself in my play when suddenly the lift stopped. Fuck, wrong level. And I was just in time to remove my fingers from my inside when the door slid open.

Someone stepped in, looking at me in a peculiar way. Okay, I was flushed. But that could have been the heat, so no big deal. But then I realised it was a bit more. My nipples were erect and very present. I should give off a scent that would turn a dog into a frenzy. Oh God, no, my skirt was riding up my ass, I must have caught the fabric of the skirt between the string. I felt daft, but WTF, who cares. So arriving at my level I simply walked out, defying any looks. Then home, at last. My hands trembled when I opened the door, finally alone. I took my top off and cupped both my breasts in my hands. Let my fingers caress my nipples, rolling them over them, and slowly applying pleasure. A gesture that always drives me mad. My pussy responded, with such pleasure, such desire. There was no time to lose. I rushed to my bedroom, got out my camera, knelt and got ready for this little voyeuristic pleasure. Ass showing, string showing. World, here am I!

I closed my eyes, and simply enjoyed this moment. I had been stimulating myself all day, my juices were flowing like the Trevi fountain. I tried to relax, and just let that pulsating feeling of my pussy sink in. It felt so good. I slipped one finger towards my luscious lips, it sank in, touching my clit. I shivered with delight. If I could ever transfer this feeling into some of my pictures. But it was their loss, not mine. I started visualising the car I had seen outside the tube. I saw that young man sitting at the wheel. and he would have his free arm around my shoulders. Playing with my hair, caressing my naked shoulder. He would be driving our car, towards a spot where the sun would shine, where would be alone. Stopping he turns to me, I see his clear blue eyes, I open my mouth and pull him unto me. His lips are soft, cool to the touch. I feel no tongue so dart my one out, thrust it deep into his mouth. Open my mouth even wider. yes, this is how I want to kiss, deep, hard, long. Let the saliva flow as well, noses rubbing. And then yes, his hand on my breast. I want this boy so badly.

It seems he was a bit shy, a bit reluctant. I wanted to say, there are lots of it there boy, touch it. But when he was ready he grabbed my tit and squeezed it, harder and harder. while now his tongue was invading my mouth. God, thuis was good. I wanted only this feeling, this sense of being overwhelmed with lust. his hand on my tit, now finding this huge stiff nipple and squeezing it slowly. It was a kind of pain that should have hurt, but was just pleasure to me. I wanted to shout, more you fucker, more. I did not need to, my passionate reply was all he needed, he bit my lip and tongue. and that squeezing went over in tugging. I moaned so hard I did not know I had that in me. I was about to squeeze my thighs together, to make my pussy feel like I was in kind of control. But no, there was his hand. And did he know how to deal with me!

He forced my legs apart, pushed aside my thong and started moving his fingers up and down my pussy lips. At the same time he pushed my head further back, showing he was in control of this horny girl. His boob hand was still on me when he slid his finger inside me. I cried out in ecstasy. This was so fucking good, so absurd delicious. I opened my legs wider, ]ushed my cunt hard on his fingers, started to buckle. Then he pulled out, there wnt his shirt. And mt top. and my skort, my thong. He pushed me on my back and then delved his face in my crotch. Did I howl of pleasure? This was so good. I drowned him in my juices, he was eating me out like a tiger. such vigour. I buckled harder and harder into his face, I screamed, I took control of his head, my nails digging deep into his hair. I was hurting him, but did he care? No he came for me, such lust, such pleasure. And suddenly it came, it hit me like a train. I came, so hard. I squeezed my thighs. Could have broken his neck, if only I was more reckless. Wave after wave came over me, he with his tongue deep inside me. He had stopped breathing, wanting to explore all the juices, all that orgasmic motion. I had finally landed in heaven!

At some point he must have thought I would never let him ho, my strong thighs having him in the deadly grip. But how can I suffocate the man that makes me feel so good. So slowly I released him, and I heard him gasp. I looked at his face, drenched in my juices. His beautiful hair, splashed with my cum. I smiled at him, like an idiot.I was feeling so good. He was there, frozen in time. Not sure what to do? How wrong was I. He moved, fast. He pulled my hips down, let my legs rise and making my cunt his aim. I did not have the time to admire his cock, I did not want him to plunge in my secret garden yet. But he was on the edge already, he needed pussy. And he needed it now. His thick mushroom head was at the entrance of my swollen lips. Slowly, ever so slowly did his cock enter my depths. OMG!!

I know, it was just a fantasy. Just some idea in my head, while I was positioning myself, when I was rethinking this day, when I was considering if my desires where maybe a bit out of control. I can be like that. I can be extremely eager, this moment I decide to stay in for a quiet evening, and the next I am gone to a club. And will not rest before I have a cock pounding my sweet pussy, generating lust and pleasure, exactly as I need it. It is really not easy for a horny girl like me. I enter a club, and either they see me as a fresh victim or considered me stolen goods. But hell guys, I am just as needy as you. No, much more needy. And you simply have to give me what I need. If it is on the tube or in a car, or my own home. When I want cock, I get cock. When I want desire, I will be filled with cum.

I was lying face down, ass high in the air, made some pictures from behind. God, it is a big ass, I thought fondly. My ass, my fucking delicious ass. An ass that can be wiggled in a special way, and all the horny cocks come running after me. In that way I am a bit like a bitch dog. I spread a lovely scent that attracts attention. And it comes not just from my pussy, it is from my attitude. I am horny, I am present, I am demanding. Come cocks, come to mammy I cry. And there they are, all different shapes, all different in desire, all needy for that special place that only I can provide. Come cocks, start leaking for me, fill up those balls and get ready to fill me. These were all my thoughts when I was lying there. Making the pictures to be posted. Then I decided my ass could even be more attractive, I hid the fabric of my slip in my asscrack and yes, that was what I wanted. This was definitely the better stuff.

I must have dozed off at some point, since I was surprised by a familiar voice that spoke “what on earth are you doing dear?”. Oh no, that was boyfriend, better known as BF. There is something about me and BF that I need to share with you. BF is true sweetheart, I really like him, maybe even love him. But he is a total bore. He simply doesn’t understand anything of the power of sex, the dynamic of sexual interaction. Yes, we dutiful fuck from time to time, yes he knows how to satisfy me, up to a point. But he simply does not sparkle. There is no constant energetic stream of sexual desire emerging from him. Okay. Maybe there is some, but compared to my lava stream he is more of a small treacle of water. So, what do you expect did he do when he encountered me in this position, get his cock out and spring himself lustful on me? No, sorry. Nothing of the sort. He patted me on the ass, as to encourage me to continue what he was doing and the removed himself in the direction of the kitchen. Not to get a beer, no a cup of bloody weak tea!

This was too much for me, I was in a state of extreme anxiety, I was close to a spontaneous eruption. There was no way I was going to let him off like this. Patting me on the ass, like I was a prize cow. Or the bitch in not so heat, as we discussed before. So, I stood up, please remember I am 6 foot and he is less than 5, pushed my naked breasts forward and was standing there like a full blown hot headed amazon. BF, I shouted. Come here! Now. He was evidently shocked by this display of sound, and when he looked at me, yes of my nudity. He made one step towards me, in a meek kind of way but I propelled myself forward and threw myself in his arms. I started tearing off his clothes, although there was a slight resistance from his side. I was having none of that. I was ready to push all and everything in my way to the side and get what I wanted. He struggled with his pants, did not want to let go of that garment, but I simply leaned down, got the pants at the bottom and heaved. The poor boy was flung unto the bed. He was mine now.