1. Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 03


    Date: 10/7/2023, Categories: Fiction Exhibitionism Female exhibitionist, Written by women Author: vanessa.evans 

    Getting Married Set Me Free

by Vanessa Evans

Part 3

Day 1 in our new home.

Fortunately, we still had a few days before Dylan had to go back to work and we spent the first one of them in central London buying me a whole new wardrobe, one more befitting a girl my age who liked showing lots of skin, and certainly not including any jeans or shorts.

I didn’t have anything suitable to wear the first time that we went shopping so I took a pair of scissors to the last of my old, mother bought dresses and turned it into a mini dress. Dylan liked what I had done but he still didn’t like the fabric, complaining that he couldn’t feel my body heat through it, nor see the bulges that my nipples should be making.

That dress was going to get left in the changing room of the second shop that we bought clothes in. All my other, mother bought, clothes were going to get bagged up and delivered to a charity shop.

As we walked to the Underground station I told Dylan that it felt strange walking the streets of London wearing so little and not looking out of place, that I felt as if I was being naughty.

Dylan stopped, turned to face me and gave me a long kiss. At the same time his right hand went between us and his fingers slid along my slit. When the kiss broke Dylan lifted his hand, showed me his wet fingers and said,

“Well there’s the evidence that you are enjoying wearing so little in public Esther, I guess that the exhibitionist in you has well and truly ...
    ... surfaced.”

I bent my head a little and sucked his fingers then replied,

“I guess that it has, and you know what, I’m loving every second of it. Girls are so lucky and I’ve missed out on so much. I never want to wear underwear ever again.”

“You’ll have to be careful if you’re going to wear very short skirts all the time Esther.”

“Why, I like other people seeing my pussy. Is that so wrong?”

“Not in my book lover, I love watching people’s faces when they realise what they can see.”

I’d been using the Underground all my life, even going to school on it, and never even thought about the breeze that rushes through most of the stations. Nor had I ever thought anything about upskirting. The clothes that my mother had me wear meant that there was never an issue, but as soon as we walked into the Underground station near my new home in that cut-down dress I realised that things were different.

I should have realised the difference when we came back from the honeymoon but I had other things on my mind at that time.

The breeze blew up the dress and tickled my bare pussy.

“This breeze is nice.” I said to Dylan.

“Yes, I can imagine that it is, wait until we go up an escalator.”

I realised exactly what Dylan meant straight away and my brain started thinking about Underground stations, breezes and escalators, not only on the Underground but in shopping centres. By the time we’d got to the platform my clit and nipples were hard and tingling and if it hadn’t been for the ...
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