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   A Closet Exhibitionist Ch.  01

   "Hey!  I'm home!"

   'Shit, shit, shit,' I thought.  I was kinda tied up at the moment my
roommate decided to come home.  Technically, I was handcuffed.  I scurried
across the room, grabbed my phone which controlled the vibrator in my
panties, turned it off, grabbed the keys, got the cuffs off and threw them
into my sock drawer all in what felt like under 10 seconds.

   "Miranda?!" My roommate called out, I could hear her taking her shoes
off at the front door, "You home?!"

   "Yeah, just a minute!" I called back, unintended fear in my voice.  She
wasn't supposed to be back for another hour.  I ran back to my bed to throw
all of my toys in the chest at the foot of my bed.  I just managed to close
the chest as she entered the bedroom.

   I'm kind of a closet exhibitionist.  I like putting myself in situations
where I could get caught nude, or with a vibrator in my pussy, but I've
never actually been caught, nor do I ever plan to.

   "Wow, I've never seen you topless before," she said.  To my surprise,
she walked over and put both hands on my breasts.  "You're always
complaining about how small your breasts are."

   "Th-um-" I studdered.  I didn't let anyone see me topless.  I always
hoped my chest would grow out.  They did a little in high school, but not
as much as the other girls.  "Sasha!" I finally managed to get out with
irritation in my voice.

   "These are fine!" She said moving my breasts up and down like maracas.

   "They're tiny!" I retorted, throwing her hands away and turning to grab
my clothes.

   "They're small hand handfuls!" She insisted, laughing.  She walked over
to the dresser, pulled out a new shirt and bra, and began to take hers off.
It seemed like she just got done working out and was changing out of her
sweaty clothes.  She was currently wearing a sports bra and tiny jogger
shorts that perfectly framed her ass and topped off just below her
prominent hip bones.

   "Your handfuls are tiny!" I shouted back walking to the restroom to
remove my vibrator I was hoping she didn't notice.

   "That's true," she smirked, then paused.  She had tiny hands.  "But
trust me," she defended, "the guys will still love your breasts!" It didn't
seem like she noticed.  She would have brought it up.

   "So, our first semester at Soulman U and you're already ditching
classes!" I yelled out.  She didn't respond.  I was just about to take my
vibrator out when I faintly heard what sounded like the clasp on the chest
at the foot of my bed.  'I forgot to lock it!' I ran back into the room and
caught her just about to open the chest.  "What are you doing!  You know
that's private!"

   Sasha laughed hovering topless over the chest, "ok, ok." She had the
chest open a half inch, but respectfully closed it for my sake.  I ran over
and threw on the lock.  "You gotta ease up Miranda.  Honestly, when I got
home, you sounded like you were scurrying to hide something.  I'm wondering
if it was in the chest."

   I hesitated, what do I say to that.  It was really none of her business.
I suppose I could've told her that, but I was not thinking straight.

   "Relax, I'm kidding Miranda!" she laughed.

   I took a moment, sat on my bed and took a breath.  I was just about to
go address the vibrator when there was a knock at the door.

   "Oh, that must be Anthony," Sasha said.  I threw my clothes on quickly
while she walked to the front door, still topless.

   "Sasha, you're naked!" I shouted, though she was still wearing her
jogger shorts.

   "Nothing he hasn't seen before," Sasha said throwing the door open. 
Anthony and two other guys came in.  I recognized one of them as Brad who
we went to high school with.  Everyone on the cheer squad used to have a
crush on him.  And he was still hot.

   Sasha threw her arm over her breasts, "oh my god, Anthony, you have to
let me know when your bringing friends over." Brad and the new guy high
fived each other after they saw Sasha struggling to hide her breasts.  "You
can't just bring over whoever you want, this is my place!"

   "Oh please," Anthony retorted, "you wouldn't care if you weren't
topless. You shouldn't answer your door like that," he argued.  In my
opinion, they both had great points.

   Sasha came over and sat next to me on the bed, her arm still over her
breasts, but in no rush to put on the top she removed from her dresser. 
The guys came over and found chairs or leaned on the wall.  I was so
distracted I completely forgot to address the vibrator.

   They started talking about something, but I wasn't really paying any
attention.  I was wondering why Sasha, who just complained about the guys
seeing her topless, chose to remain topless.  Was she enjoying this?

   "Hello!  Miranda!  You can stop looking at my tits now!" Sasha laughed
bringing me back into reality.  "Gosh, I expect them to do it," she said
pointing at the guys, "but not you too." I looked over at the guys, their
eyes fixed on Sasha's chest, except for Anthony who seemed irritated Sasha
hadn't covered up yet.

   "So, we were just gonna head to the roof, wanna come?" Sasha asked me.
We lived in a seven story dorm building.

   "Um, sure," I responded, wondering if I'd have an opportunity to remove
the vibrator first.

   "Great!" Sasha stood up, turned her back to the boys, removed her arm
from her breasts, and put on her skin-tight t-shirt that only reached an
inch or two below her breasts leaving her ribs and her proud abs bare.  She
left the bra on the bed and her nipples were clearly poking through the
shirt.  Then they started for the door.  I was becoming more and more sure
that she was enjoying this.  She was putting on a show for Brad.  I
unfortunately, didn't get a chance to run to the bathroom to remove the
vibrator.  At least it wasn't vibrating.

   The way the stairs worked in our building was that the set of stairs at
one end of the hall went to the next story up and at the other end of the
hall, the stairs went to the next story down.  Whoever designed this
building must not have been thinking very hard as it meant for every flight
of stairs you traveled you had to walk all the way down each hall past
every dorm.  We lived in the middle of the fourth floor.  I whispered to
Sasha, "did you know Brad was coming?"

   "No!" She said abashed.  She was black so it was hard to tell, but I
think she was blushing.

   We got to the top and opened the door.  Anthony placed a board under the
door so it wouldn't close.  "We discovered we could come up here a couple
days ago," the guy I hadn't met yet explained to me.  "No one ever comes up
here...  Sorry, I'm Carlos," he finally introduced himself extending his
hand.

   "Miranda," I responded reaching for his hand.  He took me by surprise
and instead of shaking my hand, he kissed it.  I attempted to hold back a
giggle unsuccessfully.  "oh!  Well thank you my good sir!" I joked.

   "I like it when you call me sir!" He joked back.  This time I laughed
out loud and blushed hard.

   "You two stop flirting and bring the drinks over here," Brad shouted. 
Carlos had a box of alcoholic beverages and Anthony brought a portable
table.  Brad began to mix drinks for us.  By the time the sun was down, the
guys were tipsy, but Sasha and I were hammered.

   "Hey," Carlos shouted, "we need some music!"

   "I have the best collection of music on my phone," I shouted back, "it's
on the table, the passcode is 2-6-3-6, go ahead and put something on!" I
had some nude photos in the gallery on my phone, so I didn't usually give
out the passcode, but at this point, I was drunk and knowing he could come
across those made me somewhat horny.

   "Oh, you already have your playlist open!" My ears perked up.  He hit
play and my vibrator started vibrating in my panties to the rhythm of very
sensual music.

   "Oh," I shot up from my seat, then ran over to Carlos, grabbed the phone
out of his hand, turned off the bluetooth making my vibrator come to an
abrupt stop and changed the playlist.  I looked around and everyone was
giving me odd looks.  Carlos at this point snapped a picture of me looking
ridiculous.  Everyone laughed and things settled back to normal.

   Carlos brought a polaroid camera and took pictures throughout the
evening.  While Sasha was flirting with Brad, I was looking through the
wacky pictures we'd taken with Carlos and Anthony.

   "You boys better not take advantage of our lack of inhibitions," Sasha
joked way to loud and in her awkward drunken voice while grabbing one of
her breasts and squeezing.  She was obviously begging for Brad to take her
back to his place.

   "Ok, I think that's enough for you," said Anthony grabbing Sasha's drink
out of her hand.

   I was already a little horny after imagining Carlos discovering my nudes
and my vibrator going off for a couple seconds.  Sasha acting risque was
only making me hornier.  I still hadn't gotten to play with my toys today
because she barged in earlier.  "Maybe we should call it a night," I said
hoping to get in a little personal time before bed.

   "That sounds good," Anthony agreed, trying to keep his sister from
embarrassing herself anymore.  Brad carried the things down to their dorm
on the first floor.  Anthony helped Sasha get down to her room.  I kept
insisting to Carlos I didn't need any help, but after he caught me tripping
on the way down the stairs, he insisted on keeping an arm under my
shoulders to give me stability.

   This only made me more horny.  "Th-thank you," I stumbled over my words.

   "Thank you what?" He asked.

   "Oh!  Thank you SIR!" I emphasized sir in a sexual voice jokingly.

   "Good girl," he responded petting my head.  It almost sounded like he
wasn't joking.

   We finally made it to the fourth floor and the guys left us to
ourselves. "Hey Miranda," she whispered to me, "Brad rented us a motel room
for the night.  You know, the one across the street.  I don't think I'll be
back till the morning."

   "Why didn't you go with him just now?" I whispered back.

   "Because Anthony would kill us if he knew!"

   "Why are we whispering?" I laughed.

   "I don't know," she laughed back, "god, I'm so drunk.  Well, here's
hoping I don't regret this in the morning!" She waved her sexiest lingerie
in the air as she walked out the door.

   Sweet, I have the room to myself!  I don't have to sneak into the
bathroom for a quickie, I can use all the toys I want here on my bed!

   I opened my chest, grabbed my electronic handcuffs, a spreader bar, a
blindfold, noise canceling head phones, a ball gag, and my lockable
panties. I already had a vibrator in my panties so I didn't need to grab
one of those.  Just then, I had developed the perfect idea.  Carlos said no
one ever went up on the roof, except for them of course, but they had
already gone back to their room.

   I put on make up for my fictional audience and went up to the roof,
placed a board under the door, and pulled my things out of my bag.  There
were some pipes on the outside wall of the stair well.  I was only 5'3 and
the only pipes were 6 feet up attached to the wall, so if I was going to
handcuff myself to them, my arms would have to be over my head.  I
preferred that actually; having my arms raised over my head pulled my
breasts up in a way that I thought made them look really attractive.  It
also thinned my stomach or over my abs which weren't visible otherwise.

   It was freezing outside.  My nipples started hardening, partly because
of the cold, but mostly because my body was already reacting to what I was
about to do.  I stood for a couple minutes mentally preparing myself,
working up courage.  I stripped my clothes off and walked to the edge of
the building.  I looked down, there were some boys still hanging out at the
tables just outside the building. 

   All they had to do right now was look up and they would see me and my
nakedness.  My dark nipples on my smooth, light golden brown skin.  My
bush, shaped into an upside down triangle for my audience of three: me,
myself and I.  I stood there for a couple seconds breathing hard.  Standing
there in view if those boys was the most daring thing I'd ever done.  But,
what I was about to do would definitely top it.

   I started with the panties.  The panties were super durable and designed
to keep the vibrator pressed up against my clit.  I turned the switch on
the bottom of the vibrator to medium, positioned it perfectly on my clit,
then clipped the lock on the panties.  Then I addressed the spreader bar,
placing the cuffs on my ankles.  The bar spread my legs so far apart, it
made me even shorter.

   My vibrator, electronic handcuffs, and noise canceling headphones were
connected to my phone by bluetooth so the vibrations would raise and lower
with the music and the handcuffs would open when the hour long playlist was
over.  I put my ball gag in, placed the headphones on my ears, brought the
blindfold over my eyes, started my playlist (at half volume, full volume
was too much for my pussy to handle), then placed my wrists in the cuffs. I
had to stand on my tippy toes to reach.

   Before I knew it, I was enjoying the pleasures of the unknown.  I
couldn't see anything but the black fabric of my blindfold, I couldn't hear
anything but the sensual music playing in my ears, and if I was discovered,
I couldn't explain myself, defend myself, or resist their actions.

   It didn't take long for my body to get hot.  I felt my clit grow hard
against the vibrator, only sending me further into pleasure.  I imagined
seeing myself there, under the porch light of the stair well, glistening
with the sweat, panting loudly in sync with the playlist only I could hear
and someone discovering me.  I shuttered at the thought.

   My body moved involuntarily, my hips twisting, my chest rising and
falling with my breath, my legs attempting to close themselves, but kept
apart by the spreader bar, almost fighting to get away from the vibrator,
but no matter how my body moved, that vibrator was perfectly strapped to my
clit.  It wasn't going anywhere.

   I planned my playlist to have ups and downs to bring me to the highest
bliss, then tease me with a light tingle.  I had to remind myself not to
moan too loudly.  Those boys might still be at the base of the building.

   Finally, knowing my playlist backward and forward, the second to last
song just started.  It was my favorite song.  Not because of the music, but
because of how it made my body squirm under my vibrator.  It was a six
minute song, the longest on the playlist.  I waited in anticipation through
the silence between songs.  The song started unexpectedly.  It always took
me by surprise, even when I tried to expect it.  It was fast, and loud, and
had a lot of base.

   This song brought me to orgasm so fast, I screamed out with no care for
who heard.  My body was rolling in orgasms, over and over, each one unique
and exciting.  It felt unending.  The song kept going and the vibrator kept
hitting all the right nerves.  I couldn't catch my breath, even during the
low parts of the song, the slow vibrations would catch me at the beginning
of a new orgasm and keep me there.  At this point, I didn't care if someone
saw me.  I was so weak and exhausted, my tippy toes couldn't carry me
anymore.

   Finally, the song ended.  I had one more song on the playlist, a slow
song to bring me down.  I was sitting through the silence between songs
when I realized, the next song should've started already...

   But it didn't...  I was sitting there in silence for what felt like a
couple minutes.  I finally decided to call out.

   "Hello!" sounded more like, "Hrm-mrph!" with the gag in my mouth.

   Then, my favorite song started to play again as loud as ever.  Louder
than before!  It was at full volume!  My pussy thanked me, but every other
muscle in my body was begging for relief.  I was in such a state of
pleasure, I was barely able to wonder why that song had played again, when
all of a sudden I felt someone unlock my panties, turn the switch on the
vibrator from medium to high, keeping the vibrator in that perfect position
on my clit, and replace the panties and the lock.

   The speed at which this vibrator was moving sent me to new sexual
heights.  I felt hands remove the gag from my mouth.  I was now not only
bucking and moaning and panting and holding back screams of ecstasy.  I was
fucking the air with my whole body and begging to no one in particular:

   "OH FUCK!...  YES!...  THAT FEELS AMAZING!...  OH YEAH!...  MORE!... 
PLEASE MORE!...  OH MY GAWD!"

   My body began convulsing as I started squirting hard.  My legs bending
bringing my feet off the ground, hanging solely from my wrists.  I had
never orgasmed so hard for so long, or so many times in my life.  Finally,
the song came to an end again.  I wondered if it would play again then I
felt the hand again replace the gag in my mouth, remove the panties, change
the setting on the vibrator back to medium, and replace the panties like he
had earlier, leaving me in the same state he found me.  The final song on
my playlist played at half volume.  I was grateful, both for the repeat of
my favorite song and the relief of the final song.

   When final song ended, the cuffs released, and my body fell to the
floor. My muscles were soar, my bones ached, my wrists stung, and my whole
body was stiff.  I don't know how long I laid there, or if I even remained
conscious, but after what felt like an exceedingly long time, my body
finally began to relax a little more.  I stayed there wondering if my
voyeur was still up here with me, watching me.

   My vibrator was still vibrating in my panties.  My voyeur must've
changed the setting to have it continue vibrating after the playlist. 
Though it was vibrating at a considerably lesser speed without the music
playing, my body wouldn't completely relax until I turned it off.  I pulled
off my blindfold and sat up, looking around.  There was no one there. 
Whoever my voyeur was, he's gone now.  It almost made me wonder if there
ever was a voyeur in the first place and I just imagined everything that
happened.  Then I realized, my clothes were gone, my keys were gone, my
dignity was gone.  What do I do?  My roommate was out.  Even if she wasn't
I wouldn't want her to see me like this.  I can't even get out of my spread
bar, or panties.

   I went back to the stairwell to grab my phone.  I couldn't turn off my
vibrator without either removing my panties or using my phone.  I entered
my passcode and a message came up saying my code was wrong and I could try
again in two minutes.  Maybe I just put it in wrong.

   Two minutes went by and I tried again.  This time it told me to wait
five minutes.  At this point, I was worrying my code had been changed. 
After five minutes passed, I tried one last time.  Now my phone would be
locked for a half an hour.  I had to endure these vibrations for at least
another half hour and that's on the off chance that my passcode happened to
work.

   I turned around to grab my handcuffs off the pipe and saw a polaroid and
note taped to the wall.  I grabbed the photo off the wall.  It was me,
obviously orgasming, drenched in sweat, screaming to the sky, breasts
exposed, nipples hard, abs crunched, legs bent hanging above the ground,
and juices spilling out of my panties.

   The note read:

   Miranda,

   I appreciate the performance.  I hope you don't mind, I took the liberty
of moving your belongings.  You can find what you need across the street on
the table in front of the motel.  You can keep the polaroid, I have more. I
expect to see you here in the same fashion, this time next week.  If not,
you can find me in my room sharing your photos with my roommates and
your's.

   Truly and sincerely, your Sir

   At this point, the combination of the vibrator and the knowledge of my
predicament sent me into my first orgasm since escaping my handcuffs.  I
managed to keep myself from falling by using the wall for support, but the
combination of pleasure, embarrassment, anger, excitement, and confusion
all at the same time made thinking difficult.  It finally occurred to me
all the signs pointed to Carlos being my voyeur and I'd need to make my way
down the stairs, through every hallway, and across the street without being
noticed before I could end my predicament and get my clothes on.  To make
matters worse, I'd have to do all of this while enduring constant
pussy/clit stimulation and with my ankles in a spreader bar...



   A Closet Exhibitionist Ch.  02

   I looked over the edge of the roof.  The guys that were hanging out
there before were gone.  I tried looking across the street for my clothes
on the table.  The trees were too thick to see through.  I would have to
start my trek downstairs before the hallways started filling with students
getting ready for their morning classes.  I grabbed my empty bag which
originally had my clothes and keys in it and stuffed Carlos' note, my
handcuffs, headphones, blindfold, ball gag, and phone into it.

   I made my way over to the stairs the best I could and started down.  The
spreader bar between my ankles made it extremely hard for me to go down the
stairs as fast as I'd like.  I had to go one step at a time.

   Each step brought new sensations to my clit keeping the vibrator at the
forefront of my mind.  As much as I tried to ignore it, I'm consistantly
reminded of the vibrator and it's pleasures by my constantly convulsing
pussy.  By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, my juices were
ready to explode.  The longer I held my inevitable orgasm, the stronger the
pleasure became.  I looked forward, focusing on my mission.

   I had to waddle down the hall, past all the dorms, to the next set of
steps.  I attempted to cover myself with my bag, but it was heavy, and my
arm became too soar to hold it in front of my body.  Instead my arm fell
limp to my side.  I walked down the hall at full speed (which was not very
fast), using my free hand to support my weight on the wall to relieve my
weak legs.

   I made it about three quarters of the way down the hall before falling
to the ground in ecstasy.  My whole body quivering like I was experiencing
an earthquake.  I knew this was all built up pleasure.  I bit my lip hard
to keep from audibly responding to my body.

   When I finally regained my footing, I made my way to the end of the hall
and reminded myself, I only have to do this six more times.  That wasn't
really reassuring though.  Again, I took the stairs one step at a time.  I
made it to the bottom of the stairs when the nearest dorm room door started
opening.  I looked around for a place to hide and was relieved to see there
was a pocket behind the stairs to hide behind.

   I heard two guys talking.  I could vaguely hear what they were saying.
It sounded like one of the guys lived there and the other one was just
heading home.  They had just finished playing...  Videogames?  My god, who
stays up this late playing Videogames.

   They were taking forever!  My vagina was bringing me back to orgasm, but
I knew they would hear me if I did.  Finally, I heard the visitor say his
goodbye, but it was too late.  Tremors worked their way through my body.  I
moaned loud and involuntarily, then held my breath as best I could.

   "Did you hear that," I heard one of the guys say.

   "Yeah, I think I heard it near the stairs," the other said.  My pussy
was still quivering hard while I held my breath.  I heard the guy walk in
my direction, then I heard him walk up a couple steps, turn around and say,
"Hmm, nothing there." He must not know about this pocket under the stairs.
Thank god.

   He went back in his room and the other guy walked away.  After a while,
I stuck my head out and the coast was clear.  I noticed a puddle formed
beneath me.  The moment my legs were strong enough to carry me again, I
moved on.

   I rushed out of the stair pocket and again started to waddle as fast as
I could.  I got to the stairs, made my way down and now only had 5 floors
left.  There was one door I could hear loud music playing through as I
went, but no disturbances on this floor. 

   Finally, I was on my floor.  Only a couple more steps to my dorm.  It
wouldn't matter anyway, I knew I locked my door when I left.  I got to my
door and attempted to turn the nob to no avail.

   Wait!  The light is on!  I could see it under the door and I thought I
saw a shadow pass.  Did Sasha come home?  I began knocking frantically.  I
didn't want Sasha to see me like this, but it beat trying to make it across
the street unnoticed.  No one answered.  Maybe it was my imagination. 
Maybe I did just leave the light on.

   I sat there for a moment, debating with myself.  My bag was becoming a
burden.  If I left it outside the door, someone might discover its contents
and wonder why my room had handcuffs, a blindfold, and a ball gag sitting
outside my door.

   I continued down the hall without my bag defeated by hope.  Just as I
made it to the stairs, a door opened behind me.  There was no hiding spot
this time, so I took a leap.  I landed on the platform where the stairs
looped around, but my momentum brought me to the ground.  Luckily, I was
laying low enough in the stairwell that I was hidden from the hallway
above.

   I crawled down the rest of the steps unfollowed and got to my feet. 
Third floor!  The best part: I was pretty sure my body had gotten used to
the vibrations.  It still played me, but I felt like I could control it
now. I made my way down this hall when another dorm room opened up.

   I couldn't believe how many people were coming out into the hallway at
this time of night...  or morning?  Luckily, I was next to the showers.  I
walked into the shower room and hid in a stall.  A couple seconds later,
the door opened and I heard whistling and the sound of flip flops slapping
the ground.  They took the stall next to the one I was in and turned on the
shower.  As fast as I could, I got out of the shower and score, they left
their towel on the bench.

   I grabbed the towel, wrapped it around me and waddled for dear life.  I
made it out, down the hall, and down the stairs.  The second floor!  There
was a dude smoking pot sitting up against the wall on this floor.  He
didn't look like he was going anywhere soon.  Luckily, I had a towel.

   I continued to waddle down the hall, past the guy, ignoring the fact
that he was staring at me.  "That's hot," he said nonchalantly, "I'll give
you a hit for a peak." I didn't respond.  I made it down the hall and again
down the stairs.  I finally did it.  I was on the bottom floor.  And the
exit was right next to the stairs so I didn't have to walk down another
hall.  I took a moment and looked out the window.

   There was no one outside and no cars at the intersection.  I had to make
it down the walkway and across the street, hopefully without being noticed,
but I had my towel for insurance, or so I thought.  I opened the door, went
outside and the door closed behind me.  I started my walk, but someone
grabbed my towel from behind and pulled.  I was naked, again, but now I was
officially in public.

   I covered myself with my hands and spun around to catch my assailant and
saw...  the door.  My towel was stuck in the door.  I tried to reopen it,
but I didn't have my key card to get into the building.  My key card was on
my key ring.  I would have to ditch the towel to continue.  The
intersection was about 25 yards down a concrete walkway bordered with
benches and thin bushes that were too small to hide in.

   I managed to make it about halfway down the walkway, when a car pulled
into the parking lot on the north side of the walkway.  I immediately
jumped behind the bushes on the south side of the walkway.  I couldn't hide
in them, but behind them, I'd at least get some cover.  The car found a
spot right near me.  The headlights were shining through the bushes right
onto my body.

   What if they saw me?!  See me?!  What if it's security, or worse, the
police?!  The car seemed to stay there for an obscene amount of time,
engine still running, lights still shining right on me.  I didn't dare move
to risk getting caught if I wasn't already. 

   Finally, the car turned off, the headlights stopped shining through the
bushes and the occupants got out of the car.  They didn't appear to see me.
They sounded drunk.  They made their way, very slowly to the walkway.  I
still didn't dare move.  One guy was so drunk, he was stumbling.  The
footsteps got closer and closer then they did the unthinkable.  They
stopped at the bench in front if the bushes right next to me.  They didn't
sit, they didn't call out to me, they just talked.

   "Man, you are so drunk," one guy said.

   "Hey, let's just wait here for a minute.  Jake, take a seat," the female
pointed at the bench.

   The one who was stumbling followed instruction, he must be Jake.  I
could see the back of his head as I laid there helpless.  It sounded like
they were gonna start leaving when Jake turned around and hurled over the
bench near my toes. 

   The good news, it didn't get on me.  The bad news, "Hey, guys!" Jake
called, "there's a nakey lady back here!" I winced and covered my breasts
as best I could, eyes closed.

   "Ok Jake, let's get you back to the room," The girl said.  "Man you are
drunk." They didn't believe him!  Ha!  They started to walk back to the
dorms, I could hear Jake defending himself, "no, she was really there!"

   When I felt like the coast was clear, I got up and made my way to the
intersection.  I hit the button to cross.  It was taking forever.  I looked
around and there wasn't a single car as far as I could see in any
direction. Screw it, I crossed before the signal came.

   I was finally there, the motel!  I looked around but didn't see a table.
I walked all the way around the motel and finally found one at the back,
with something on it!  I was too far away to see what it was but it had to
be much stuff.  I hobbled over as quick as possible, giddy with knowing I
made it.  I got to the table and there was only a key card to motel room
number 116.

   What!  A motel room?!  Was this Carlos' idea of a joke?  It was the
closest room to the table.  I approached the door, then thought I should
see what I'm getting into first.  I hopped over to the window, leaned down
to keep some coverage and peaked in.  The room was empty.

   I opened the door slowly just in case.  No one was home.  With no other
options, I entered the room and closed the door behind me.  I was alone.  I
looked around the room for something Carlos might've left behind.  Was he
planning to meet me here?  Where were my things?

   I found a note on the bed side table:

   Miranda,

   I place you're things in the closet.  You better hurry.  Who knows what
could've happened in the time it took you to get here and in the time it
takes you to get out of your bar and panties.

   Truly and sincerely, your Sir

   This made me nervous.  What could he mean?  What would happen?  I made
my way to the closet.  It was a walk-in closet with louvers in the door
made of wooden slats that allowed for partial visibility through the door.
My keys were at the back of the closet, but still no clothes.  I removed my
spreader bar and panties finally giving my pussy relief from my vibrator.

   Then I heard someone outside placing a key card into the motel room
door. I quickly turned off the lights in the closet and closed the closet
door.  The light in the room was still on so I could see into the room
through the slats in the door.  The motel door slammed open and two people
making out stumbled into the room and fell on the bed.

   "One second," a female voice said through heavy breathing.  She got up
and closed the room door.  Then turned back to the bed.  I could just make
out through the slats, it was Sasha!  "Are you ready?" she asked Brad
seductively.  She began waving her hips like a dancer, hands together above
her head.  I couldn't believe my luck.  They left hours ago!  Why were they
just now getting here?

   "Carlos took too long getting us this room!" Brad said as if answering
my question like he could read my mind.  "I've been ready for hours." He
leaned forward, placing his hands on her waist, untieing the strings of
Sasha's jogger shorts with his teeth.  Her shorts fell around her ankles
leaving her shaved pussy exposed.  She wasn't wearing any panties.

   She placed her hands on his shoulders and threw him on his back.  She
climbed on top of him, grinding her pussy up his body until she sat
straight up on his abdomen.  She crossed her arms across her stomach and
gripped the bottom of her shirt.  She slowly raised her top up her body
teasing Brad.  The shirt, tight against her skin, pulled her breasts up
until gravity pushed them out under the rim of her shirt.  They bounced
against her chest, and she threw her shirt across the room.  She shook her
chest making her breasts wiggle and jiggle.

   She brought her torso down so her breasts dragged across Brad's face,
then grinding her pussy and breasts back down Brad's body, she began
kissing his skin.  First his lips, then his chin, neck, then down his
shirt. Her hands made their way up his shirt across his abs then, she
kissed his belt.  She brought her hands down and began to unbuckle his
belt, then his pants, then his zipper.  He laid there passively, watching
her, hands behind his head.  She finally got his pants open then pulled
them down his thighs.  His penis already hard, flew straight up into the
air as his pants were removed.

   His penis was huge.  It was long, thick, and hard.  I had never seen a
penis before.  It was so much larger than I'd imagined they'd be.  How
would that fit inside me.  Sasha stared at it.  I stared at it.  It was
alien to me.  At first, I thought it was weird and disgusting, until I
realized how hot it was making me.  How could something so odd look so
attractive?

   Sasha poked it in curiosity.  "Are you a virgin," Brad asked Sasha.

   "Shut up!" Sasha slapped his chest.

   "Oh my god, you are!" Brad said in surprise.  "Your whole slut persona
is just an act!" Uh oh, that should piss her off...  but it didn't.  She
looked embarrassed.  Brad sat up, Sasha still on his lap.  He kissed her,
"It's ok, we'll do this together."

   He picked her up, turned around and set her down on her back so he was
now on top.  This time he kissed Sasha's body, working his way from her
lips down the way she'd done to him.  He paused at her breasts.  He bit her
nipple, "OH!" she jumped.

   "I'm sorry, did I bite you too hard!?" Brad asked in concern.

   "Don't stop," Sasha moaned.  Brad continued without question.  It
occurred to me at this point, I was pinching my nipple hard.  I wanted more
than anything to be where Sasha was.  I wanted to burst out of this closet,
throw Brad on the bed and ride him hard.  He made his way down to her pussy
and wrapped his arms under her legs up around her pelvis.

   He starred at her pussy for a second.  "You're staring," Sasha
whispered. Her face went red with embarrassment and her hands covered her
breasts, "No one's ever seen me before." The brave, confident Sasha that
threw her clothes off and ravished Brad earlier was not the same Sasha
lying here now.

   "I'm admiring undiscovered territory." Brad brought his mouth down on
her and she immediately began to squirm, letting out giggles and moans.  My
hands were now on my pussy, one playing with my clit, the other pressing
against my inner walls.  I was breathing so hard I was surprised they
couldn't hear me.  I tried to conceal my breathing, but it just made it
loud and irregular.

   "Oh Brad!" Sasha shouted, "RIGHT THERE!  OH!  RIGHT THERE!  YES!  YES!
MORE!"

   Sasha was no longer embarrassed, she was obsessed.  Her back arched and
her arms flew out wide clawing the sheets.  "OH~...  SHIT...  OH FUCK!" I
could tell she was having an orgasm.  This sent me into an orgasm of my
own. It took everything in me not to moan or shout out.

   "Its my turn," Sasha said still on her back, now back in her confident
voice.  Brad took his shirt off so he was completely nude with her.  He
stood up revealing to me his whole body, unknowing to him.  His cock was
pointing right at me in the closet on the other side of the bed from him.
It had a curve to it and his balls hung low beneath.  His sack looked like
a turkey neck to me.  His waist, abs, chest, shoulders, and arms were solid
muscle.  Then Sasha sat up obstructing my view.

   'Oh my god,' I thought, 'She's gonna do it!'

   Sasha pushed herself off the bed, got on her knees and was eye level
with his penis.  She grabbed it tentatively, and slowly began to stroke it.
"Wow!" Sasha said, "this is so weird." She shook her head.  Sasha was
mentally preparing herself.  She opened her mouth and moved it over his
cock.  She brought her face forward sliding the cock father in.

   I closed my eyes and imagined my lips on his cock.  I started sucking on
my wet fingers knowing I couldn't imitate the feeling of a cock in my mouth
using my fingers, but it was the best I could do.

   As she got used to it, she began moving her mouth back and forth faster
and faster.  "There it is," Brad exclaimed.  "Yeah, just like that," he
instructed her, "keep going!" Sasha began bringing his cock deeper and
deeper into her mouth.  Brad grabbed her by the hair and started guiding
her speed and depth.  Sasha was now gagging every couple of seconds, but
she didn't fight it.  She encouraged it.

   She spanked him a little bit every now and until, finally, he was
literally fucking her face.  He slammed her face all the way down on his
cock then jerked his body still.  Was he cumming in her throat!?  I
couldn't tell.  After a second or two, he pulled her mouth off and she took
a second to swallow and catch her breath.

   Breathing hard, She looked up at him with desire and said, "Fuck me!"

   "I thought you'd never ask!" Brad threw her on the bed again, took both
of her wrists in one hand and placed them above her head pinning her down.
He grabbed his cock with his other hand and rubbed it over her pussy lips,
then rubbed it just inside her pussy lips.  He set his cock up with her
opening then slowly led his tip into her being cautious for her first time.

   I moved my hands down to my pussy again, ready to pretend Brad was doing
to me what he was actually doing to Sasha.  It took everything in me not to
turn my vibrator on to please myself.

   "I've used a dildo before, my pussy is used to it," she assured him
calmly, "I want you in me." He didn't hesitate.  He slammed his pelvis into
hers and she yelped in surprise.  He kept his cock deep in her and asked,
"you use dildos?"

   "Well, I accidentally happened upon one of-" she was interrupted by a
new quick thrust in and out by Brad, taking her by surprise again, "Oh my
god!" She caught her breath, "One of Miranda's dildos," she finished her
explanation.

   Sasha has used my dildo!  I was angry and embarrassed at the same time.
She must've found my hidden spare key to the chest.  Now, Sasha and Brad
knew about my secret as well as Carlos.  Beside, my dildo was considerably
smaller than what Brad was packing and I only had one.

   "Wow, who knew Miranda was so kinky!" Brad laughed.  He started
thrusting rhythmically now, still talking as if nothing was happening. 
"How often do you use her toys?"

   "When- whenever- she's not, um- not home," she answered between heavy,
erratic breaths, her mind struggling to stay in the conversation.

   "And what do you think about?" he asked, speeding up.  "What do you
think about when you masturbate?  Do you think about me?"

   "~Oh~Yeah~," she moaned in ecstasy.

   "Does the thought of me get you off?" He sped up the rhythm more.

   "~Yeah!~ You get me off Brad!  So hard!  OH MY GOD, BRAD, OH MY GOD!"
she was entering another world.  He was now slamming into her pelvis to
pelvis pretty fast.  Even Brad now was now struggling to keep up his
facade.

   My fingers were moving in and out of my pussy as fast as Brad was
thrusting into and out of Sasha.  I began moaning along with them. 
Simultaneously, the three of us entered into blissful mind exploding
orgasms.  They didn't appear to notice me as they were caught in their own
little world of pleasure.

   Brad fell down along side Sasha, both of them breathing heavily next to
each other.  They looked eachother in the eyes, as if there were an entire
world to explore there.  I too laid down in exhaustion.

   It occurred to me now, I was no longer the subject of voyeurism.  I was
the voyeur.  I could lie to myself by saying Carlos made me, but I chose to
watch.  Was this what it was like for Carlos seeing me?  Did he masturbate
on the roof while he watched me get off to my vibrator?



   "That was amazing!" Sasha said.

   "Yeah...  Do you think Miranda would be interested in joining us next
time?" Brad asked jokingly.

   "Oh my gosh!" Sasha slapped Brad's abdomen laughing.

   "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," Brad laughed grabbing his abs where she
slapped him, "...kind of."

   "Well," she responded seriously, "I'd be open to it, but even with her
sex toys secret, she's no where near kinky enough to go for it." They
laughed together.

   They were talking about including me, and it sounded like they were
actually considering it.  I wanted so bad to join them while I watched and
of course I didn't because I couldn't get away with explaining why I was
watching them naked in the closet.  But, even if I could get away with it,
I was far too embarrassed by my nakedness.

   I'd had only one opportunity in my life before now to have sex and I
chickened out hard.  I knew I had a body to be desired by men, but my heart
beat so fast in embarrassment, I was helpless.  I couldn't move and the
opportunity passed me by.  This might be why I enjoyed risking
exhibitionism, because I was too afraid to let a man see me naked out
right.

   "Besides," Sasha spoke up again, "I think I would be too jealous of any
attention you showed her," she pouted.

   "I like it when you're jealous of me!" Brad flirted.

   Brad got out of bed to turn the light off.  His penis hung awkwardly
between his legs as he walked not quite hard but not quite flaccid, wagging
with each step.  I couldn't imagine how that didn't bother him.  Guys must
just be used to it.  He casually walked to the light switch turned it off
and then I couldn't see anything in the room.  I heard the bed springs
crunch as he got back into bed and the covers ruffle as they found a
comfortable position to sleep together.

   After what felt like eternity, I had to be sure they were sleeping, I
let myself out of the closet, cracking the door only enough to slip
through. I could vaguely see them through the darkness, spooning.  Then I
noticed, Sasha was still naked!  Her clothes were free for taking!  Her top
was hanging from the lamp and her shorts were under the chair near the exit
so I went for her top first.

   I tip toed over to the lamp with Carlos' note, my spread bar, and
panties in one hand and lightly gripped the shirt with the other.  Not
realizing it was somehow hooked on the lamp, the lamp seemingly in slow
motion tipped over and fell to the ground, yanking her shirt with it, out
of my hand.  It crashed loudly and I saw Sasha and Brad bolt upright.

   "Oh my god, Brad, someone's in our room!" I heard Sasha yell with fear.

   Damn it!  No time, I booked it out of the room still naked.  The sun
wasn't up yet, but sunlight was now peaking over the horizon.  There were a
few cars on the street, but I couldn't stop running.  I couldn't get caught
by Sasha or Brad.  I did my best to cover my face so no one would recognize
me just in case.  I didn't wait for the light, I just booked it across the
street.  A car slammed on its brakes, honking, drawing more attention to
me!

   More reason to keep running.  I ran fast, across the walkway, up each
floor, passing a girl on the second floor then a guy on the third floor who
didn't realize what had happened till I was at the end of the hall. 
Finally, I made it to my room.  My fingers fumbled with my keys, but I got
my key in my door, got inside the room and slammed the door behind me.

   I leaned my back against the door like someone was going to barge in
after me and I was the only thing keeping it closed.  I closed my eyes to
escape reality and catch my thoughts.  My heart beating, lungs stressing,
and mind wandering.  'I don't think anyone recognized me,' I reassured
myself.

   "Miranda!" came a voice from in front of me.  It was Carlos.  My hands
were quick to cover my nudity.  "It took you longer than I expected." He
was holding a red ball gag fiddling it between his fingers in one hand and
he held my bag in the other.  My chest was open at the foot of my bed and
my clothes were laid out on top of my covers.

   I didn't respond to him.  I couldn't respond to him.  I couldn't move.
My chest rising and falling from my breath was the only part of my body
that was moving.  I was petrified.

   "It's been a long night for you.  A lot of excitement," he waited for a
response.  When he didn't get one he continued, "I left you a note with
instructions to meet me on the roof same time next week...  I decided I
couldn't wait that long," Carlos explained.  "You'll meet me on the roof
again tonight, or rather, I'll meet you.  Be up there at 8pm.  Don't bring
clothes, and I expect to find you handcuffed to the pipes again with your
gag in and blindfold on." He tossed me the gag.  I caught it not realizing
I exposed my breasts to him by doing so.

   He walked up to me and I coward under him.  He pinched my nipple making
me wince.  "I know I threatened you with blackmail in my note, but
honestly, I think you're looking forward to it." He was right.  My pussy
was already getting wet in anticipation.

   He put the bag against my chest.  "Use these," he ordered.  He grabbed
the doornob and I moved out of his way.  He opened the door all the way
then paused and looked at me.  I looked to the ground in embarrassment.  A
couple seconds passed before I realized he was waiting for something from
me.  If he didn't close that door, eventually some passerby would see me
naked.  I scrambled to figure out what he wanted me to do.  "Oh!  Yes sir!
Thank you, sir!"

   He left without another word closing the door behind him.  As soon as he
was gone, I fell to the ground in weakness.  The truth was, if he didn't
threaten me with blackmail, I certainly would not follow his instruction,
but I was definitely glad he did, because I wanted this so bad and now I
had no other choice.

   I went to my bed and saw he put all my toys away in my chest already,
the only things missing were the things in my hands.  I set my bag aside
for tonight, put the rest of my things away and hopped in bed.  I relieved
my pussy one final time then fell asleep.  The quicker I fell asleep, the
faster 8 o'clock would come.