After seeing all those wild pics of people getting naughty outdoors, I figured it was my turn. I grabbed an old pair of shorts, cut the crotch wide open, and slipped them on. In the mirror, it actually looked pretty good — barely noticeable unless you knew where to look. I threw on a T-shirt, my DIY mini skirt, a slutty little thong, and a pair of sandals, then headed out to the ravine — about a 15-minute walk.
The breeze was relentless, flipping up my skirt and flashing little teases as I walked. I got a few honks and whistles — just what I’d hoped for. Five minutes from the ravine, arousal got the better of me. I stopped on the sidewalk, slipped my thong down my legs, tucked it into my pocket, and kept walking, bare and bold beneath my skirt. Every gust of wind flashed my cock and balls — half-hard and swinging — for anyone lucky enough to catch a glimpse.
At the ravine, it was the perfect place to let loose. I started snapping pics — open-legged, cock on display, skirt lifting with every breeze. Then I headed toward the steep staircase. Just as I was going down, three girls in their twenties came walking up. There was no way they didn’t see everything — my cock was already hanging semi-hard, and their giggles made it twitch. One of them glanced at me and smirked, “Did you forget to put something on?” They passed by, still laughing, and I kept walking, pulse racing.
Later, I stood on the little wooden bridge by the creek, cock clearly bulging through the fabric of my mini, when out of nowhere — Sandy appeared. The cute cashier from Sobeys. We’d only ever exchanged smiles and flirty glances at checkout. Now here she was, catching me mid-shoot. My phone was still on the tripod, camera facing me, and there was no hiding the thick bulge pushing through my skirt.
We started chatting — more flirtatious than we’d ever been. I found out she lived just five minutes away. She glanced at the tripod and asked, “Do you do a lot of photography?” My heart pounded. I laughed nervously and asked why. She smiled and said, “I saw you taking some... very bold pictures.” Then she leaned in closer and added, “Don’t be shy. I’ve taken a few dirty ones myself.”
Before I could respond, she grabbed my phone with a playful grin. “Here — let me take a few for you.”
Standing there on the bridge, cock semi-hard, skirt barely covering anything, I let her direct me. “Dirtier,” she said. With a smirk, I turned around & leaned on the bribe railing with my legs spread and slowly lifted the back of my skirt, revealing my bare, round plump ass cheeks with my cock hanging between my legs. “Oh, I love that,” she said, snapping away. Now feel your cheeks, run your fingers down between your deep plump cheeks. I then turned to face her I slowly raised the front of my skirt, all the way to my belly button, fully exposed and hardening under her gaze. She kept snapping, switching angles, taking her time.
Then, out of nowhere, she said, “Put your thong on — it’s sexier than mine.”
I slipped it on, slowly, teasing her with every motion. She didn’t stop shooting.
After what felt like forever, we finally stopped. The air was hot, my body was buzzing, and Sandy looked at me with a grin like she knew every dirty thought running through my head.
That afternoon at the ravine? Way hotter than I ever imagined.
I love going grocery shopping to see Sandy wearing something revealing & sexy
William
