Spread Your Legs, Get Really Into It

"Oh, I'll show you a whore," you raise your voice back at the boy who said the comment.

His comment didn't hurt. In fact, hearing his words, and all those like his, has made your body feel pretty good. They seem to be making you cold too, weirdly, because you shiver with every lewd remark.

But, you can't have the students you go to school with every day disrespect you. You want to show them that you don't care what they think about you.

Your legs have been feeling stiff since you first noticed how cold you must be getting, and after all you are just doing whatever comes easiest. You just want to get as comfortable as you can. You want to enjoy the weather.

Squeezing your breast between your fingers, circling your thumb on the end of your stiffened nipple, you take in all those looking right at you. Everyone is watching you. You smile at them all and slowly spread your legs in front of their eyes. In front of all their phones. You make it so that your thighs are wide apart, and every bit of you is visible. You don't mind what they see, and what they think. You're not an exhibitionist, you're not getting off on this, you just couldn't be bothered to get dressed today.

"Oh my god!" erupts a group of girls to your left.

Your pussy slowly pulls its lips apart, a curiously delayed reaction in comparison to your legs' movements. All eyes stare intently at your cunt, all witness what happens next.

As your cunt opens, everyone can see the culprit of the slow, sensual opening. Clearly visible strands of translucent, sticky liquid adorn your pussy, stretching themselves across your tight gap, attaching at the inside of your pussy lips. Your heart is pounding.

"Holy shit! She's sooo fucking wet!" shouts an attractive, curvy blonde mere feet in front of you.

You look down, and notice an intense wetness soaking your cunt and covering even more of your inner thighs than before.

Clearly, they can't tell that it's wetness from the fountain.

Meanwhile, the rest of the granite border of the fountain remains dry, the spouts of water not close to reaching their edges. In comparison, you're sweating like a pig, with your breasts and hips adorned in countless little droplets.

You're not intensely getting off on this. You're not an exhibitionist, after all. You were just too lazy to put on any clothes, as you are with everything. You don't care that so many people you see every day are getting a look at all of you.

Your eyes glow with bliss and you smile as you think about how you look. How everyone is recording you.

You bite your lip.

You're salivating.

The audience is yours. Every angle is being documented. All of this is being captured and spread online.

What will your next act of laziness be?