From zitterow@pacbell.net Sat Apr 05 17:42:41 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-dc-9.sprintlink.net!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!azure.xara.net!xara.net!news.thenet.net!uunet!in3.uu.net!206.153.200.139!midnight.postino.com!szdc2!szdc!news From: zitterow@pacbell.net Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: THEMENITE-EXHIBITIONISM "Olivia'sAdv" www.nastystories.com Date: Sat, 05 Apr 1997 21:42:41 GMT Organization: None Message-ID: <339db9be.5231070@snews.zippo.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 1.0/32.390 Lines: 165 ~Subject: THE ADVENTURES OF OLIVIA ~From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) (this is not the address of the author) ~Date: 19 Jul 1996 16:04:31 GMT ~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories The Adventures of Olivia Was there a time when there were more exhibitionist stories being contributed to our newsgroup? While I personally don't mind folks trying to make a buck and while I love downloading all of the beautiful pictures, I wish we had more stories and reports of exhibitionistic activities. For example, it was recently reported in the City Paper's (a local paper distributed in the DC area) News of the Weird column, that a woman was arrested for frequently performing in front of a large window of her home somewhere in California I think. Seems the neighbors got a little upset. I've since thrown the paper out, but I'd like to know more. Anyhow, where are all of our great writers? I personally enjoy the postings and threads that relate to wife watching and female exhibitionism. So if you are somewhat inclined, post a story or two. Or send me some e-mail. Don't worry about the spelling or grammar too much, just shoot for getting the basic message across in your own artistic style. Enough of my thoughts on our newsgroup, on to Olivia's adventure. Finally, the warm weather is returning here in Virginia. It's been a long winter and I ache for Olivia's short skirts and thigh high stockings. She didn't disappoint me the other day though. I convinced her to take off work a few hours early and go to the park with me. I picked her up at the metro (subway) station at about 1pm and drove a short distance to the park. She couldn't help but notice my smile. "What are you up to?" she asked. "Well, I knew you were wearing that long work skirt today and since it's so warm out, I thought you might like a little freedom. I brought your favorite skirt with me. "Oh, and which skirt is that?" "Well maybe it's my favorite skirt for you to wear. But you like this one don't you? Besides it goes great with the blouse you're wearing today. And you can take those panty hose off too. Your body will love the warmth from the sun and the breeze." Soon, we arrived at the park. I told Olivia to go ahead and change into her skirt while I got some stuff (my camera) out of the trunk. She started to hesitate, but I guess she agreed that the warm weather would feel good and that it would be nice to get out of her fancy skirt. When I'd waited long enough, I went over to her side of the car, opened the door and snapped a picture. She wasn't at all surprised and posed with her legs spread for me. We then settled on a not so private grassy spot to put down the blanket. I also had purchased some fruit, bread, cheese, water, and cookies (Oreos) for us to snack on. As I spread it all out, Olivia kissed me and said how romantic I was to have done this for her. "You're welcome. I know things get kinda tough at work and sometimes things get pretty hectic around the house too." Then she kissed me again, lightly grabbed my hand and ran it up her now bare, smooth, leg to her tight pussy. I could feel that the panties were pulled tight between her lips and I placed my palm against her sweet pussy. She felt so good, and we were outside. I didn't want this kiss to end, but she pulled away and sat down. "Let's eat. I'm hungry." So then we ate and talked and watched all the squirrels and people. Your typical park scene on a warm spring afternoon. Sunny, good smells, beautiful blue sky and flowering trees overhead, but not much else to tell about that would be of interest in this particular story. Then Olivia said, "Come over here. We're having a picnic. Don't you know what to do at a picnic?" Of course I knew. So I moved over to her. She stretched out on her back and I kissed her, as deeply and as romantically as I could. (She hates it when I get right down to business.) I kissed her again and just lay there with her, holding her and feeling her heartbeat against my cheek. As I looked up, I saw that Olivia had raised her knees and spread her legs slightly. I kissed her again and told her how sexy she is. "Do I feel Joe starting to get hard?" she asked. "Yes, he's awake, all right. He just told me that he'd like to go somewhere warm, wet and dark." "I think he'll have to wait until we get home. But I don't want him to go back to sleep." At that point I heard some footsteps on the street below us. We were on a slope overlooking the main road of the park. Below us was a guy with a walkman passing by, who had apparently just noticed us too. Olivia kept her knees up, so he must have been able to see what I was feeling with my palm not too long ago. I smiled and waved. He waved back and kept walking. I asked Olivia if she thought he could see anything. "I wish he could see that my pussy is wet and ready for your cock, but he probably can only see my panties," she answered. "Maybe I should take some more pictures?" "Good idea. I need some to send home to my mother." I moved down the hill with my camera so that I could see what the guy with the walkman had just seen. What a shot. What a pussy. Olivia spread her legs a little and just looked at me with her brown eyes. Then I told her to turn over and pull the skirt up over her ass. She did and I took another picture. Unfortunately, I had only one more picture left on the film. "Why don't you lay on your side and lift one knee up." She did just that. But I wasn't satisfied. I never am I suppose. "Maybe you could pull your panties to the side a bit." Again she did as I'd asked. As the film rewound, I walked back up the hill. I lay down next to Olivia and pressed against her hip. I kissed her and again my hand went to her pussy. I slipped her panties to the side and spread her lips open slightly. My finger found its way to her wet inner lips, then up to her clit and back down to moist opening. I fingered her cunt gently and kissed her again. As I looked up, I saw our friend with the walkman walking by. At first I was startled. But I saw him smile and so, I kept on feeling Olivia's pussy. I returned to kissing her. "Did she hear our friend on the street?" I asked myself. Her legs seemed to spread even farther apart. The footsteps on the street stopped. I hooked one of my arms under Olivia's leg and spread her for our friend to see. That Olivia would allow me to do this was unbelievable to me. "Ohhh Baby," I said, "Do you know we have a visitor? "Yessss. Why ... don't ... you pull my panties to the side? I want him to see my pussy too." I followed her suggestion and pulled her panties to the side as far as I could and kept her legs spread apart. As I kissed her, I knew that Olivia loved me far more than any woman ever has. "Let's go home." I said. I want to put my cock inside you. We slowly straightened up and started gathering our blanket and left over fruit and cheese. Our friend continued his walk. As Olivia and I drove home, she unzipped my jeans and placed her loving mouth on my cock. What a beautiful day.