Nymphomaniac Exhibitionist

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A young woman is addicted to masturbateing in public places. She wants to be caught she wants to be looked at while doing lewd things.

Chapter 1: Introduction

The sun blazed overhead, casting its golden rays upon the sprawling expanse of greenery that lay before her. The air was thick with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass, mingling with the sounds of joyful laughter echoing throughout the park. Amidst the sea of people milling about, she stood out like a sore thumb - a lone figure perched on a wooden bench, clad only in a tiny skirt that ended just above her knees.

Her movements were deliberate and purposeful, her fingers delving deep into her moist folds as she cupped her breast with her free hand. With each thrust of her hips, her gasps grew louder, more urgent, until finally, she cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

Suddenly, the air around her seemed to grow still, all sound and movement momentarily suspended. It was as if everyone had become acutely aware of her presence, and were now watching her with varying degrees of fascination and disbelief.

Some merely glanced in her direction before quickly averting their gaze, while others couldn't help but steal surreptitious glances at the brazen exhibitionist. One such observer was a tall, broad-shouldered man who strode confidently past her, his eyes lingering just a little too long on the sight of her naked crotch flashing in the sunlight. Alexis could feel his eyes burning into her skin, and couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement course through her veins.

This was exactly what she had been craving - the feeling of being watched, of knowing that complete strangers were witnessing her most intimate moments. As he continued to walk away, she couldn't resist the temptation to give him one last glance over her shoulder, a sly smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

But it wasn't just the stranger who had caught her attention today. There was also the group of teenagers sitting on the other side of the park, giggling and whispering amongst themselves as they eyed her curiously.

She could feel their gaze burning into her back, almost as intense as the stranger's earlier. But instead of feeling self-conscious, she found herself growing aroused once again. These people were witnessing something truly taboo - a woman openly masturbating in full view of the public. And yet, despite the risk of being caught, she couldn't help but revel in the thrill of it all.

As she sat there lost in thought, she suddenly became aware of someone else approaching her.

This time, it was a couple walking hand-in-hand down the path towards her. They appeared to be in their mid-thirties, dressed casually in jeans and t-shirts. Their faces were obscured by the glare of the sun, but she could sense their curiosity as they drew closer.

Without warning, the woman spoke up. "Excuse me," she said hesitantly, "are you... doing what I think you're doing?"

Alexis glanced over at her, taking in her friendly smile and curious expression.

"Yes," she replied matter-of-factly, "I am." The woman's face lit up with surprise, and she let out a delighted laugh. "Well, I won't stop you!" she exclaimed good-naturedly. "In fact, I think it's rather brave of you to do something so bold in public." Her partner chimed in then, his voice rough with approval. "Yes, indeed.

It's quite liberating, really. I've always felt a bit constrained by societal norms, you know? Like I should be ashamed of my own desires and needs. But here, in this park, I can finally be myself without fear of judgment."

The woman nodded sympathetically, her gaze fixed on Alexis' exposed crotch. "That must be wonderful. We should all embrace our true selves, don't you think?"

Alexis grinned widely, feeling a rush of warmth spread through her chest.

She had never met anyone who seemed to understand her so completely, let alone validate her choices. "Thank you," she replied softly, her voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. "It means more to me than you'll ever know."

The man beside the woman smiled understandingly, his eyes locked onto her exposed crotch. "Don't worry, darling. We're all friends here." He reached out then, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

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