Slanda's evening

Slanda was on an exhibitionist high. She did it. She succeeded in getting naked in front of her new housemates - and to boot, she got them naked too.

Her whole body was like a raw nerve. She felt hot and electrified. She couldn't stop shaking. She was still naked. Still in the living room where they all stripped, and she was still naked. Adrenaline was pulsing through her body so fast that she couldn't keep still. Back and forth she paced naked in that small living room, feeling the cool late-summer air all over her skin in a taboo place to be naked.

At any point, her housemates could wander back in here and see her. But she didn't care, they already saw everything, what did she have to be shy about?

That was a good question.

Where was the thrill in it now?

She sat down on the sofa, naked flesh sticking to the old leather. With a hand on her face, she thought about it. Did she just make a big mistake?

I suppose, she thought, I could have had a lot of secret adventures in this house, where I tried to not get caught by either of them. I can't do that now, it wouldn't be the same.

She released an exhausted sigh. In an instant, her excitement for getting naked with her new housemates had vanished.

Maybe I should do some outdoor stuff, she thought, and a rush of excitement electrified her body again.

She thought about going through the campus library naked, hiding from the late night workers and students.

She thought about sneaking into the men's bathroom and hiding naked in a stall.

She thought about hiding naked in bushes, and classrooms, and stairways.

Getting on the lift at the top floor, and changing her clothes by the time she reached the bottom floor.

What about work?

She thought about going to work commando in a short skirt. Wearing a white shirt without a bra. Hooking up with tinder matches in her boss's office or the store room.

Each fantasy fueled her desire more and more, and still sat on the sofa in the communal room of the house, she found herself fingering her soaked cunt in an uncontrollable urge of pure passion.

As she continued to think of her fantasies of hidden public exposure, she heard the sound of fabric ripping from Bernice's room, and the unmistakable sound an orgasm being quickly smothered as the redhead covered her mouth.

'Seems like it wasn't just me who got a kick out of tonight,' Slanda said to herself before getting to work on untying the knot that had tied itself in her cunt.