Georgia Part 01
Georgia Part 01
Sex Story Author: | vanessa.evans |
Sex Story Excerpt: | I was determined that I would never again wear skirts like we had to at school; from then on I |
Sex Story Category: | Exhibitionism |
Sex Story Tags: | Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Fiction, First Time, Oral Sex, Written By Women |
Georgia
by Vanessa Evans
Georgia is an 18 year old girl who spent the last 6 years in an all-girls boarding school. She decides to take a gap year to have some fun.
Part 01
Hi, my name is Georgia and I am about to tell you about the fun that I had on my gap year. But before that it would make sense for me to tell you a bit about myself.
You see, I’m stinking rich, well daddy is, and it will all be mine when he pops his clogs. Mummy died when I was 12 and I have no brothers or sisters. Her death hit us both hard and I don’t think that I’ve properly recovered. My doctor says that the traumatic experience must have upset my growth hormones or something because I haven’t grown even 1 centimeter since then.
I was a skinny little girl then, only 150 cm tall with little AA cup breasts and light brown hair; and here I am 6 years later and still the same measurements.
As I got older I used to get annoyed with myself for not growing but I’ve come to like the way I am. I’ve found some real advantages for being the size I am.
A few months after the funeral daddy shipped me off to a girl’s only boarding school where I’ve been for most of the time since then. I’m taking a ‘gap’ year before deciding if I want to go to university or go straight into daddy’s business.
That thought frightens me a bit because daddy’s runs some sort of business empire that rakes in a fortune, but sadly, takes up a lot of daddy’s time.
Every summer daddy takes me to his boat, sorry yacht, somewhere in the Mediterranean for a few days and this summer is going to be the same. I said a ‘few’ days because that is what it has always turned out to be. We always had to fly back early because of a ‘crisis’ at daddy’s work.
This year was going to be different in more ways than one.
You see, daddy has agreed to let me stay on the yacht after he has to go back to England; and I’ve discovered that I am an exhibitionist, and I love it.
About 6 months ago I was in town one Saturday with some of my school friends and we were in a shop trying on some clothes. Charlotte, one of my BFFs, is a bit of a joker and she pushed me out of the changing cubicle when I had nothing on.
When I managed to get my wits about me I saw 2 men who were obviously waiting for their partners, and they were staring at the naked me.
I froze for a few seconds then moved my hands to cover my little tits and nearly bald pussy. Turning back to the cubicle I called Charlotte a few choice names as I tried to get back in.
Unfortunately, Charlotte was holding the door closed and I stood there trying to push my way it with my little bare butt on display for the men.
The verbal abuse continued when I finally got into the cubicle and when I’d calmed down and we were both laughing about it, Charlotte said,
“I don’t know what you were worried about; those men probably thought that you were just a little pre-teen girl.’
For a couple of seconds that comment hurt me, but I quickly realised that she was right. As I reached for my bra Charlotte continued,
“Besides, by the look of your nipples you enjoyed it.”
I looked down, saw, then felt that they were both rock hard and bigger than I’d ever seen them; and they were tingling.
I must have been stood there, looking at my nipples, for ages before Charlotte said,
“You did enjoy that didn’t you?”
“Yeah, kinda, it was cool.”
“Wow; I’ll have to push you out there every time that we come here.”
“Yeah.” I quietly said as I thought about what had happened.
I thought about that experience many, many times over the next week; and discussed it with Charlotte. We came to the conclusion that I was some sort of exhibitionist and she promised to help me have some fun.
We went back to that shop, and quite a few others, and I got pushed out of the changing cubicles without any clothes on many occasions.
When daddy told me that we were going to the yacht again that summer I started planning my wardrobe and by the time school had finished for good and I got home, there were a couple of dozen packages of skimpy clothes waiting for me. I was determined to explore my discovery and have lots of fun.
Some of that fun was to explore one thing that Charlotte had said to me,
“With a body like yours Georgia, you’ll be able to manipulate any man that you want; unless he’s gay that is.”
I’d already thought about that a bit, and noticed the way men look at young girls and usually are very helpful towards them; and what Charlotte had said made more sense the more I thought about it.
I’d thought about it a few times when I was alone at school, but on the journey home I got really excited when I decided that that day was the first day of my new life. Gone was the boring uniformed school girl and as soon as I got out of that uniform I was going to be a liberated girl.
I got my new life of to a gentle start by going to the toilet on the train and taking my bra and knickers off. The knickers looked like I’d blown my nose in them and my pussy was tingling something rotten. I left the underwear in the trash bin.
F.Y.I. I was on the train because I managed to escape from school a couple of days early and I wanted to surprise daddy. Okay, it was a 3 hour journey but I was just glad to have escaped.
During the rest of the journey I made a few resolutions of things that I was going to change. Loose or tight tops, very short skirts, no underwear and never crossing my legs were just some of the ones that I came up with during the journey but I was sure that I’d think of more in the next few days.
As I thought about those, I rubbed my thighs together hoping to make myself cum but I wasn’t successful. I thought back to one night a few weeks back when 6 of us girls had sat in a circle on the floor in or dorm room, all totally naked and each with their right hand on the next girl in the circles pussy. We’d had this crazy competition to see who could go the longest without the girl on our left making us cum. I guess that I liked the situation too much because I orgasmed first.
In the taxi from the train station I felt naughty, but nice, and I wondered if the taxi driver could tell that I had no underwear on.
Some of the packages that were waiting for me contained micro skirts and dresses.
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