Harbouring submissive, exhibitionist fantasies is one thing, but encountering the right opportunity to act them out is quite another. Such was the case for Eddie Griffiths, an average, shy, 26 year old man with an unfulfilled desire for exposure.
When, after a glass of wine or two too many, he reveals his hidden desire to his friend, Jenny Marston, the wheels are set in motion for a CFNM experience that surpasses and exceeds his wildest expectations.
*This CFNM (Clothed Female Naked Male) story contains femdom scenes of a sexual nature and is designed for mature audiences only. Please do not download, or read any further, if such material is likely to offend.*
EXCERPT:
I went out into the hallway and slowly opened the door, retreating behind it as it opened so that no one outside could see. Beth and Tasha casually sauntered in, both a little surprised at my current state of undress.
"Wow, look at you," cooed Tasha. "I wasn't sure you'd actually go ahead with it but, well, there you are!" she smiled. "And don’t you look good in those!"
Beth just gave me a sideways look and tried to hide a grin behind her hand. I could understand why; everything about the situation suddenly seemed so utterly surreal. Her eyes dropped to my crotch and her eyebrow rose in what I hoped, at least, was a signal of approval.
"Very nice," she eventually intoned, giving me a big hug. As she let me go, and I started to head back towards the lounge, she gave my ass a light, playful squeeze, reminding me just how vulnerable I was and how much I was theirs to play with that evening.