An Exhibishonist At Heart

A Tale of An Exhibitionist At Heart

It was a hot and humid summer day in an unfamiliar town. The sun was setting, and the air was thick with the scent of summer flowers and the sound of crickets chirping in the evening sky. I was on my way back home from a business trip and decided to take a detour and explore a bit. I had heard tales of a mysterious brothel in the area, and I was curious to see what it was like.

As I drove closer to the brothel, my heart began to beat faster and a tinge of excitement coursed through my veins. I had always had an exhibitionist streak and the thought of being seen in such a place was thrilling. I pulled into the parking lot and found it deserted, save for a single car. I could feel my heart pounding as I stepped out of my car and made my way towards the brothel.

The entrance was dark and inviting, and as I stepped inside I could feel my anticipation rising. I was greeted by a young woman dressed in a red corset and black stockings. She welcomed me, and I followed her down a long corridor, my senses on high alert. I could smell the scent of incense and hear the faint sound of music playing in the background.

The woman led me to a room and I stepped inside. It was dimly lit, with candles and incense burning. There was a bed in the middle of the room, covered in satin sheets, and a large mirror above it. On the bed lay a woman, dressed in nothing but a sheer gown. She was beautiful, with long dark hair and an inviting smile. I could sense her excitement as her eyes met mine.

I stepped forward and she moved to make room for me. Without a word, I removed my clothes and lay on the bed beside her. I could feel her body heat radiating onto mine and my skin tingling in anticipation. She began to caress my body, her hands exploring every inch of me. Her touch was gentle, yet passionate, and I felt myself melting into her embrace.

Her hands traveled lower, over my stomach and down between my legs. She began to massage my inner thighs, and I felt a wave of pleasure coursing through my body. My breathing quickened, and I felt myself become aroused. She moved lower still, her fingers slipping inside me and massaging my inner walls. I let out a small moan, my body quivering with delight.

The pleasure was intense, and I felt myself coming close to orgasm. Just as I was about to reach it, she stopped and moved back up my body. She kissed me, our tongues meeting in a passionate embrace. Her hands moved over my body, her nails lightly scratching my skin. I moaned in pleasure, feeling my body respond to her touch.

She sat up, straddling me, and I felt her wetness on my stomach. She began to move against me, her hips rubbing against mine as I reached up and grabbed her hips. I felt her breath on my neck and her body quivering in pleasure. She began to move faster, her moans coming faster and louder with each thrust. I felt myself coming closer and closer to orgasm, and just as I was about to reach it, she stopped and lay down beside me.

We lay there in the afterglow for some time, both of us content and satisfied. Eventually, she shifted and wrapped her arms around me. We lay there, in silence, until the sun began to rise and the birds began to chirp. As I drove away, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment. The experience had been intense and deeply satisfying, and I felt I had just experienced something truly special.