Exhibitionism in the Woods

A trip to the woods with my boyfriend unearths something dangerous inside me.

What started out as a normal summers day ended in a dangerous discovery. A discovery that terrifies and thrills me.

My name is Sophie. I’m a 20yr old, curvaceous brunette with long, straight hair, blue eyes, and a large natural bust that is impossible to hide.

Wearing a dark denim, mid-thigh, dress with a deep V-neckline, my 22yr old boyfriend and I went for a stroll in the woods one Saturday afternoon. The gold “S” necklace he’d bought me for my birthday rested in my cleavage.

I love Josh more than anything in the world. He’s gorgeous. Tall and toned from the gym. He wore a white t-shirt and knee-length khaki shorts, his dark hair a little tousled from the breeze, his piercing eyes constantly drifting to me.

I knew what he was thinking when he smiled at me wryly and slid an arm around my shoulders, his fingers tracing my bare skin. The touch appeared to be an affectionate one, but I knew him better than he realised.

“I’ve always wanted to do it in the woods,” he said. “And you look so fucking hot and sexy in that dress.”

“But what if we get caught?” I blushed with a coy smile, feeling excited.

“We won’t,” he replied, smirking.

Against my better judgment, I let my boyfriend guide me off the path and deeper into the woods, where the ferns grew thicker, brushing against my bare thighs, and where the trees closed in around us, creating pockets of dappled shade that felt naughty.

My heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. I loved how bold Josh was, how his hazel eyes kept devouring me, but part of me was terrified of being caught… or worse.

We found the perfect spot, a small clearing hidden behind a cluster of tall trees, with a soft patch of grass and a fallen log we could lean against. Josh backed me up against the rough bark, his body pressing into mine as he captured my mouth in a hungry kiss.

His lips were warm and insistent as always, tongue sliding against mine in deep, sensual strokes that made my knees weak and my pussy wet. I moaned softly into his mouth, my hands on his t-shirt, pulling him closer.

His fingers roamed down my sides before slipping to the front of my denim dress, tugging at the buttons near my cleavage. “Let me see you,” he whispered hotly against my lips.

A flush of shyness washed over me. Even though we’d been together for a year, something about being out in the open daylight made me hesitate. I quickly placed my hand over his and gently stopped him from exposing me.

“Not outside,” I breathed, worried. “Someone might see me. I can’t do it, Josh. I’m sorry, babe.”

“It’s ok. Don’t worry about it. I understand,” he whispered, respecting that boundary only to test another.

As we kissed, he cupped the back of my neck with one hand while the other slipped under the short hem of my dress, stroking my swollen pussy through my ever dampening panties.

Josh groaned approvingly, and with ease, pulled the fabric aside to access my slippery folds and warm opening, making me gasp hoarsely into the kiss.

I clung to him as he slowly entered me and began to pleasure my pussy with two fingers, gently stretching me while his thumb found my throbbing clit. I forgot we were in the woods for a moment, rocking against his hand, my full breasts heaving against his chest.

Emboldened by the pleasure coursing through me, I reached down between us, palming the hard bulge straining against his shorts. Josh hissed in pleasure as I unzipped him carefully, holding his hard cock in my hand.

He was so hard and warm in my grasp, the head already weeping sticky pre-cum. I wrapped my fingers around him and began to stroke him slowly in the woods, twisting my wrist as we kissed.

Groaning in unison, the anticipation of us having hot, risky sex outdoors grew stronger by the second. I knew it was going to happen now. I was nervous, a little scared, but excited to do it.

Josh was the one who finally pulled back. He looked into my eyes, his breath ragged, his cheeks flushed, and that hungry smile on his face. My boyfriend was so ready to fuck me.

“Take your panties off,” he urged. “I want you to ride my cock.”

I laughed softly while my heart raced. We were deep enough in the woods that I felt safe enough to do it, but the risk of being caught still terrified me. Before I could overthink it, Josh dropped his shorts and boxers and got down onto the soft grass, stroking his cock without a care in the world.

“If we get caught I’m blaming you,” I laughed again, looking down at him looking up at me, his cock raring to go.

The sight of my gorgeous boyfriend like that, shirt still on, his pants around his ankles, shamelessly erect in the middle of the woods, made my pussy clench and my inhibitions disappear.

Biting my lip, I scanned the trees for any unwanted spectators, before I reached under my short denim dress and hooked my fingers into my soaked panties. I slid them down my legs, stepping out of them carefully. Josh’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched.

“Fuck, your so hot. Come here,” he urged, his voice thick with excitement. “Sit on me, Sophie. I need to fuck you.”

I gathered my courage and straddled him, my knees sinking into the soft ground on either side of his hips. My dress rode all the way up around my waist as I positioned myself over him. The swollen head of his cock brushed against my slick entrance, sending sparks of pleasure right through me. I then braced my hands on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing as I slowly impaled myself.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned, moving along his length, up and down until I was sitting with every inch buried deep inside my pussy. “Ohhhhh, yes,” I breathed.

“That’s what I’m talking about. Your tits are still just as good in that dress. Ohhh, fuck. Ride me, baby. Ohhh, fuck.”

Josh groaned loudly beneath me, his hands gripping my hips tightly, fingers digging into my soft flesh as he fought the urge to thrust up immediately.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he panted, looking up at me with pure adoration and raw desire. His eyes fixated on my abundant cleavage, still barely contained by my dress, but he didn’t try to open it again. He just guided my hips up and down, encouraging me.

“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” I giggled, before moaning and rocking with more confidence, riding my boyfriend in the quiet seclusion of our local woods.

Every downward slide was better than the last as I ground my clit against him. Josh’s hands roamed my thighs and ass, squeezing and pulling me down harder as his excitement built, his cock throbbing hard and deep inside me.

I leaned forward, my long hair falling around us like a curtain, and kissed him passionately as I continued to ride him, lost in the heat, the risk, and the overwhelming feeling of being completely connected to him in nature.

Our breathing came in short, desperate gasps as we fucked. It was perfect, possibly the best sex we’d had. I knew the surroundings had a big part in my, so soon, building orgasm.

I moved faster, rolling my wide hips in deep rhythmic circles. We were both so close. His hands gripped my ass tightly again while my pussy clenched greedily, needing to reach that big O.

Josh lay under me, grunting and panting, telling me how good I felt on top of him. My head lolled around, my eyes flicking open and closed… until my greatest, initial fears came true.

I saw a much older man, late forties I guessed, partially hidden behind a thick cluster of bushes just a few yards away. His eyes were locked on me, wide with lust. One hand was clearly moving frantically inside his pants.

Terror and adrenaline flooded my veins. Josh was oblivious to us being watched, and for the first time in my life, a dangerous thrill surged through my body, making my nipples tighten harder and my pussy grip Josh’s cock.

The unexpected cocktail of genuine fear and intoxicating levels of excitement catapulted me to the edge. I sat up straighter, my back arching as I ground my hips down in slow, filthy circles now. The new angle made everything more intense. Josh’s eyes squeezed shut in pleasure beneath me.

“Fuck, babe, I’m gonna cum,” he cried out, his voice strained and urgent, hips bucking up into me, about to explode.

In that electrifying moment, something daring and reckless took over me. My eyes flicked back up to the stranger in the bushes. He was still there, stroking, completely transfixed.

My inner voice screamed at me to stop, but the heat between my thighs kept me there. I looked straight at him, heart pounding, and gripped the front of my denim dress with both hands.

With a sharp tug, I popped the buttons open. My large breasts spilled free instantly, bouncing heavily as I rode my boyfriend. The cool forest air rushed over my sensitive skin, my pink nipples already stiff and aching.

They swayed and jiggled with every grind of my hips, completely exposed now, pale, soft, and full, the gold “S” pendant necklace resting between them. Josh’s eyes flew open at the sight, a groan tearing from his throat.

“Oh shit!” His cock pulsed violently inside me as he came hard, flooding me with hot, thick spurts. His hands dug into my hips, holding me down as he emptied himself deep inside my pussy.

The feeling of Josh’s orgasm, combined with the stranger’s hungry gaze locked on my big, bouncing breasts, was too much. I looked directly into the older man’s eyes, bold, terrified, and wildly turned on. I wanted him to watch me.

Our stares held as my own climax crashed over me like a wave. My body tensed, thighs shaking as I cried out, my pussy spasming hard around my boyfriend as he finished ejaculating but continued to quiver in ecstasy.

The thrill of being watched had created the most powerful orgasm I’d ever felt, leaving me trembling and gasping on top of Josh, my exposed chest rising and falling rapidly as the older man stroked behind the bushes.

I stayed locked in an intense stare with the stranger for what felt like an eternity, my body still shuddering through the powerful aftershocks of my climax. Josh recovered beneath me, his hands gently caressing my thighs as he came down from his own release.

Then, as the haze of pleasure slowly lifted, I blinked and opened my eyes again. The man was gone and the bushes were still. No movement. No sound. Just the quiet rustle of leaves and distant birdsong. A cold wave of panic crashed over me, slicing harshly through the warmth of my orgasm.

Oh God, what did I just do? My exposed breasts suddenly felt too bare, too vulnerable in the open air. My heart, which had been racing with forbidden excitement moments ago, now beat fast with pure fear. Who was he? Did he take photos? Did he cum watching?

I didn’t say a word to Josh. Instead, I quickly pulled my dress closed as best I could, the popped buttons making it hang loosely over my chest.

“We should go,” I whispered urgently, my voice shaky as I climbed off him, dripping cum from my hole. “Now.”

Josh looked a little surprised but didn’t argue. He stood up, pulling up his shorts while I smoothed down my dress with trembling hands. We moved quickly through the woods, my legs weak and my mind spinning.

Only when we finally emerged from the tree line and reached the main path did I realise I had left my panties behind, discarded somewhere near that fallen log. But the thought of going back made my stomach twist with terror more frightening than before.

So, I stayed silent, clutching my boyfriend’s hand tighter as we headed back to the car. Once we were safely driving away, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, the denim of my dress rubbing against my still-sensitive, bare pussy. Jake noticed my fidgeting and glanced over with a playful grin.

“What’s wrong, babe? You were really into until you came. You even got your tits out for me,” he chuckled dirtily.

“I don’t know. I thought I heard someone… or something,” I replied, looking out of the window with shame.

“Nobody saw us,” he said, reaching over to squeeze my thigh. “It was just your imagination, babe. I forced a smile, trying to match his optimism.

Josh dropped me off at my parents’ house like that. It wasn’t just that we’d been caught, it was that only I knew the truth, and I had bared my breasts to a complete stranger.

In the days that followed, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, especially lying in bed at night. I kept wondering if my panties were still there, lying in the grass as evidence of what we’d done. A darker, quieter voice inside me kept whispering, daring me. You should go back alone and see if they’re still there…

I knew it was risky. Dangerous, even. But that same forbidden excitement that had made me open my top in front of a stranger was stirring again, growing stronger with every passing day. Something deeper, something I didn’t fully understand yet, was calling me back to the woods all by myself.

The next few days blurred together in a haze of guilt and forbidden memory. I tried to push it down and focus on work, on Josh, anything normal, but every quiet moment took me back to those woods and thar damn stranger.

By the following week, the pull became unbearable. I made an excuse not to see Josh and drove my own little car back to the woods. It wasn’t far, like that made it ok.

My hands shook as I parked near the woods entrance. The same path we’d taken felt different now — narrower, more intimate. My heart pounded so hard. What the hell am I doing? Shame burned my cheeks. Yet with every step deeper under the canopy of trees, my pussy grew wetter and my nipples tingled against the fabric of my dress.

The fear only seemed to sharpen the arousal, turning my thighs slick. This is so wrong. You should turn around. Go home. But my feet kept moving, drawn toward that hidden clearing like a magnet.

When I finally arrived at the ‘scene of the crime’ I immediately regretted being there. I scanned the floor for my panties then stepped off to leave, knowing I hadn’t really returned for them.

“Looking for these, sweetheart?”

The older man was stood a few metres in front of me, holding up my panties…