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The museum of "Natural" history?? K
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K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
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Archive name: Museum.txt (Voy, exhib)
Authors name: Anne
Story Title : "Sweet little Anne"
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This story contains lude behavour, exhibitionisim, and adult
themes. If thses topics offend you, or you are under 21 years
old, please delete this file now!
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I told Anne, who I had only known for a short time, that
my boyfriend and I were going to visit the Field Museum of
Natural History in Chicago. I had just learned that she and
her lesbian lover had just broken up, so I asked if she wanted
to meet us there. She thought that it was a wonderful idea,
and told me that she would meet us there before the museum
opened.
I was waiting near the front stairs of the museum when, just
as Anne walked up, I saw my boyfriend parking his van. After he
joined us, we exchanged pleasantries for a little while and then
began to make our way up the long stairs toward the museum's
front door. As I followed Anne and Greg, I could not help
noticing how Anne was dressed. She wore an old pair of cut-offs
that were a little too big on her and were cut very short. From
my position below her on the stairs, I could see her round white
buns inside her pant legs. She obviously was not wearing any
panties! She also had on a sleeveless shirt that was cut just
above her navel. It's material was light-colored and very thin.
When she and Greg had stopped and turned toward me to let me
catch up to them, I noticed that her dark nipples were clearly
showing through her shirt. I began to wonder who she was dressed
for. I was hoping she understood that I would not be interested
in having a lesbian affair with her. That was not why I invited
her to come with us. I like sex with boys, and never could do
anything like that with a girl.
I saw that Greg's eyes were peeking down inside Anne's
shirt. He must have been getting a good look at her breasts.
Her shirt also was a little too large, and there was plenty of
space between the low neck line of the shirt and her chest.
Greg, noticing that I saw him looking inside her shirt, gave
me an embarrassing smile. Then I wondered if she was dressed
that way for him.
Once inside, we strolled around the spacious main hall,
and stopped in front of a large stuffed elephant in the center
of the room. I watched as Anne bent over a sample of elephant
skin next to the exhibit. The topof her shirt was opening even
more, and I got a perfect view of both breasts. I could
easily see everything there, and Anne did not seem to care.
When Greg and I walked around to the other side of the large
animal.
Anne continued to examine the skin with her "twins" exposed
for anyone who happened to look. I watched with interest as
a teenage boy wandered up next to her. When he looked down
at the skin, he did not miss the view down Anne's shirt.
She bit her lower lip, and bent over a little more. The boy
moved back a little and stretched his neck for a better view
of Anne's breasts. He was biting his lip too.
"Are you seeing this, Beth?" Greg asked me in a whisper.
"Yes, and I think that she knows that we're watching her
too!" I replied. We could still see her breasts from our
angle because she was bending over SO far. Greg's penis must
have started to stir, because he nonchalantly put his hand in
his pocket and tried to move it around to a more comfortable
position. I was beginning to feel a little flushed.
"I think that I'm going to enjoy the museum today!" Greg
said with a laugh. We watched with amusement as the boy
continued sneaking looks down Anne's shirt. Anne must have
heard what Greg had just said, because she quickly lifted her
head and looked directly at us. She gave us a wink and big
smile. We both smiled back at her.
"I think you should get your hand out of your pocket, big
guy!" I said to Greg. He had left it in there and was obviously
fiddling with his Johnson. Then Anne abruptly walked away from
the disappointed boy and came toward us. As she approached, I
noticed that her dark nipples were big and hard and still
easily showing through her shirt.
"Let's go exploring!" Anne said as she hurried past us
toward one of the museum's wings. We quickly followed her into
a large room with different kinds of stuffed horses mounted
inside large glass cases. We slowly strolled past the exhibits,
sometimes stopping to read the infor-mational signs mounted
next to the displays. At first we wandered aroundtogether at
the same speed, but eventually Greg and I became separated
from Anne. She had finished looking around the room first, and
was sitting on a bench in front of a large stuffed ox near the
door to the next room. I got left behind by Greg when I stopped
at a fascinating story about the beasts of burden from some
pre-Christian period. When I finally caught up, Greg had
stopped and was looking toward Anne sitting on the bench.
She was still looking intently at the ox, sitting on the
bench with her knees apart. I noticed that I could look inside
Anne's cut-offs right pant leg - right at her pussy! Greg and
I were frozen in our tracks, looking at her pussy.
"Do we tell her to stop flashing us?" Greg asked me in a
soft voice.
Actually, Anne's flashing games were beginning to really
get to me. "I don't mind if you don't." I continued to feel
that familiar twinge playing deep in my guts. A group of
college - age girls had caught up to us from behind, so we
moved back and let them pass. "Let's see if Anne flashes them
too!" I said softly to Greg. We pretended to look at the
display that was in front of us, while the girls casually
drifted toward Anne's position on the bench.
When they got closer, one of the girls noticed Anne and
quietly pointed her out to the other girls. They lingered
there, also pretending to look at the exhibit in front of
them. Anne was still looking toward the ox, which had her
head at about a ninety degree angle from her audience. The
group of girls stayed in there for a while, each sneaking
their own little peek at Anne's vagina. After a few minutes
they moved off toward the next room. When they all had gotten
through the door, Anne closed her eyes, lowered her right
hand between her legs, and slipped her index finger into her
slit. After she wiggled it a few times, we heard a low
groan come from her throat.
"Beth," Greg started with great excitement, "she just
brought her-self to an orgasm!" It was shocking how quickly
Anne had gotten herself off. "Let's get moving." When we
started to move out of our hiding place, Anne stood up and
slowly walked toward the next room. We walked quickly and
caught up with her.
"Yuck! Bugs!" Anne exclaimed as we entered the next
room. We were in a big room with all kinds of dead bugs
inside the display cases. Walking next to Anne, I could
smell the aroma of sex that was floating in the air
around her. Greg stopped at the first display which was
filled with butterflies mounted on a board with long pins
stuck through their backs. Anne and I walked across the
isle and stopped in front of a huge plaster lady bug.
"I guess you know that we were watching you back
there", I said to her with a laugh.
"Sure, I wanted you to see!" She replied. "That's what
I was doing, letting people look at me! I really get off on
it, like you just saw!" Anne was sounding very proud of
herself. "I usually do it alone," She continued, "but it's
much more fun to have someone with me, watching me do it to
other people." She looked around the big lady bug and down
the isle of the large room, obviously trying to see if
someone else was in the room with us. The group of girls
that and just entered the room were nowhere to be found.
The room was quiet and empty.
"Here, check this out. These pants are great!" She
said, as she lifted her left leg and put her foot on a
bench. "I can flash my pussy any time I want, and it looks
like I'm not doing it on purpose!" I stepped back a step
and looked inside her pant leg. There it was! I was looking
right at Anne's pussy again! It was so wet in there that it
looked like she pissed in her pants a little.
I was very surprised at her smugness. "Yes, I can
see in there real good." While I continued to examine her
pussy, she slipped a finger in-side her pant leg and pulled
her pussy lips apart, showing me the pink skin inside. I
glanced over toward Greg, who was watching us from behind
the butterfly case. We smiled at each other for a second
before I re-directed my attention to Anne again. I was not
understanding why this was exciting me so much, but I was
getting very wet from Anne's games. I watched as Anne began
to slowly finger-fuck herself for me.
"I guess you can tell that I'm kind of doing THIS
on purpose," She giggled, "and I can tell that you're
really enjoying it too, Beth. You're
face is all red!" I didn't answer her. I just continued
to watch as her finger slowly slide in and out of her
hole, making a wet slurping sound. Then she slid her
finger up her slit, and started to rub her clitoris.
Her pace was beginning to quicken, and her breathing
was becoming irregular. She had her eyes closed. Just
as I thought she was about to get herself off again, we
heard people enter the room from the far side.
She quickly removed her finger, dropped her foot
off the bench, and squeezed her knees together hard
and squirmed as if she was holding back a pee. We both
looked down the isle and saw a small group of Girl
Scouts slowly walking past the exhibits at the far
end of the room.
"You guys can help me, OK?" Anne asked with some
urgency in her voice. "You and Greg go over there and
let them overhear you talking about me." She pointed
across the hall to a big glass case of mounted grass-
hoppers. "I'll give them something to remember."
I started to walk away when I heard her whisper,
"Wait, check it out for me." She quickly laid on the
bench with her right leg on the bench and her left
foot on the floor. She then raised her hips and gave
her cut-offs a pull to the side, leaving a huge view
of her pussy.
"I think you got it, Anne." I said in a soft tone
as I was walking backwards toward Greg's location. The
Girl Scouts were about half way through the room when
I got over to him. "She wants us to direct those
girl's attention to her little show." I told Greg
quietly.
"I'd rather just find a stairway or something
and fuck your brains out." Greg said softly into my
ear. "She's made me horny as hell!"
"Mmmm! Me too!" I confessed, looking down at his
obvious erection. "You came in your van, didn't you?"
"Yeah! Great! Lets hurry!" he said, and he began
pulling me past the approaching girls. When we passed
them by, we stopped for a moment at another display
case with bugs inside and looked back. Anne was still
lying down, and was pretending to sleep. We watched as
the girls got nearer to her. One of them caught sight
of Anne's exposed pussy, and silently pointed it out
to her friends. We quickly turned away and hurried
toward the doors. Soft whispers and giggles from
behind us could be heard bouncing off the hard walls
of the large room.
Moments later, as we walked through the doors of
the bug room, four policemen hurried past us towards
the room. We quickened our pace to the museum's front
door.
"Well, so much for your new friend!" I laughed as
we got outside.
"My new friend? I thought she was your new friend!"
We both laughed aloud, and ran toward Greg's van.
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K r i s t e n B e c k e r
ESCHEW OBFUSCATION
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