10 o'clock at night. Joo-hee went out today.
I told my mother that I would take a walk in front of the house and come back. Of course, that was a lie.
She had left the house for a giddy exposure.
Summer threshold. Even at night, the air was warm. But she felt a chill. Goosebumps appeared on the legs exposed under the short pants. It's not just once or twice, but still.
To warm up her cold body, she took a lap around the promenade of the apartment complex, as she had said as an excuse. Then she got out of the complex and climbed the dark hill road.
It was a place that had been marked before. Originally a residential area, only broken building materials were lying around. Although it was planned for redevelopment, it had already been neglected for over a year, just waiting to be demolished.
It was a good thing for her. Thanks to that, she was able to find a deserted, open place close to her house.
I'm here today too.
Only the indiscriminately flickering streetlights greeted her. Today, too, no one was there. Originally, it was a road leading to the mountain behind the village, so during the day there were a few elderly people who went hiking, but at night no one really passed by.
Over the past few weeks, she had stopped by countless times to make sure it was really a safe place. It must have been. No one was going to pass. No one would see her.
She picked up a new hobby a few days ago. It was something she had really wanted to do before, but didn't have the courage to put it into practice.
But she finally did it. That was really good-more than she thought. It was so good that she regretted not having tried it earlier.
An open space with no one there. She stood proudly looking at the pile of stones like a star standing in front of an audience.
A flickering street lamp was her stage light. Her body trembled with tension. Of course, the tension was also a great pleasure.
"Hah..."
She took a deep breath. She pulled up the hem of her T-shirt slightly. She put her hand on the waist button of her hot pants. She pushed the button through the hole.
Tok.
The waist of the trousers flared to the side. She gently pulled the zipper down under the button. The feeling of tightness in her waist and thighs faded.
She lowered her pants down to her knees.
The wind blew through once as if to welcome her out. Air passed through her gaping thighs. She shook hands coldly with the wind brushing through her wet underwear.
She felt dizzy. Even though she only had one layer exposed, even though she only pulled down her pants a little, she felt very good.
"Hello, this is Song Joo-hee. I'm a pervert who enjoys showing off her panties outside. Please look nicely."
She spoke to the audience that was not there. She hoped that someone would find this embarrassing look and curse it that way.
However, after being caught by an unknown person, she was afraid of repercussions, so until now, she had been hiding in a place where no one was around and showing off her panties. She didn't know why she was enjoying this strange behavior. It was just nice. Undressing outside. Showing off her underbelly. She just did it because it made her feel better.
People don't have to have a particular reason to like something. She liked the coolness under the pillow. She liked having her mother dry her hair for her. There was no rational reason for that.
She just did it because it felt good.
It was the same now.
It would be better if someone really looked at it.
She wanted someone to pass her by, someone to see her lewd side.
But at the same time, she wanted no one to pass by, no one to know about her perverted hobby.
Whoa, which one is it? She did not know. For now, she just felt so good.
She stood with her back straight. She was standing in an empty construction site with her pants down to her knees.
What are you really doing? What will mom and dad think when they see this? Eunjung. Other friends.
What will someone think when they really pass by?
As she recalled the ridicule of those dear to her, the feeling of being blown away by the sense of liberation dropped.
Is it really okay to continue like this? She thought she had become a complete pervert.
Even while the owner was in trouble, her two hands silently did their job. She slowly lifted the hem of the T-shirt that was tickling her lower leg in the wind.
Oh, what is this? The hand went up without stopping. Her stomach and back felt refreshing. Having tasted the fresh air first, they seduced her breasts.
Hey, now it's your turn! It's cool here, and it's so nice. The two hands, which had rested on her chest for a while, began to move toward the top again. She closed her eyes. The two hands holding the hem of the dress went up to the bottom of her chin.
She even showed her chest.
She hadn't worn a bra lately. After all, that was the beginning of everything. Having tasted a bit of freedom from restraints, she came to want more and more.
And it got to this point. Getting some fresh air every night in an empty place.
Oh, I don't know. I will do whatever I want.
She even thought about taking off the T-shirt she had pulled up. Both hands were more active today than in the past. More and more. Her hands gradually stopped listening to their owner. In fact, that way was more faithful to what she wanted.
It seemed possible. It was as if she had already been naked anyway. Her breasts, which should have been hidden, were already exposed to the wide world.
Can I really not take it off at all?
I decided to try it. She closed her eyes and gave strength to her hands. She tried to stretch her arms up.
But it failed. The two vigorous hands did not know how to rise from under her chin, as if they had met an invisible ceiling
Even though she knew it couldn't be, she was worried that someone would show up. Now, if she let go of her hand, the T-shirt would easily land on her arms, but if she took it off completely, she wouldn't be able to hide her hot body.
She made up her mind. Even if she didn't take it off, it was the same as being naked, so there was no need to take it off. A bold attempt was postponed until later. Today, she decided to do more of what she could do like this.
She held onto the T-shirt with one hand and placed the other hand on her cold breasts. Even just that, a feeling of dizziness ran up her spine.
Even though she had been standing still the whole time, her breathing quickened. In order to match the rhythm, the right hand that was gently hugging her right chest moved roughly. She crushed, pinched, and squeezed the attractive flesh that came into her bosom. She timidly let out a small, pitiful sound through her parted lips.
"Hahm..."
A disgruntled grumble rose from below. Petals were crying, locked in a lonely room in a white room.
Everyone else is out playing, but I'm stuck here. Poor lower body burst into tears. In fact, she had been shedding sticky tears for a long time.
I'm sorry, I'll let you out too.
She bit the hem of her T-shirt in her mouth.
Both thumbs and fingers grabbed the waist of the panties. Outside air came in through a small gap created at that time. The sorrowful petals breathed in the air and shed tears of joy.
When someone came, I just quickly pulled up my pants, and that was enough. There was nothing wrong with the pants down.
She yanked her panties down. The white panties that came down were hidden under the pants that were already down. A cool breeze brushed her belly. That alone made her feel really good.
I finally showed my pussy...
She took it one step further.
Under the flickering lights, she turned the T-shirt inside out, exposing the lower part of her torso. There was a crazy woman who was standing there swaying.
That's me.
I'm a pervert bitch with my pussy out there. No one is watching, but I am excited by imagining it by myself.
The lower leg ached. She wanted to congratulate herself for coming out for the first time. She put her hand down and tapped a shy bump.
"Ah..."
She lost the T-shirt she was biting on. In an instant, she tightened her entire body and straightened her back. It was as if lightning had gone through her body.
Why did I only know this good thing now?
She lifted the T-shirt and put her hand down again. Twisting her body, she caressed her wet cunt. She moved her labia with her index finger, once clockwise and once counterclockwise. She couldn't bear the thrill that shook her whole body.
Her fingertips were full. She lifted her finger to see if it had been on her wet road. The ends were illuminated and glistened. Her thumb and forefinger intertwined and then dropped. A thin, sticky silver thread appeared and then disappeared.
Nonsense. It really can be like this...?
While she blamed herself, she was also more excited to see her glowing juice in the light of the streetlamp. She really wondered what had happened to her hair being so soaked in a place like this.
Still, she wanted to do more. She stood in a ridiculous position and made fun of herself in a ridiculous way. But it was so good. She left wanting more
I wish someone would take a look. I hope someone can help. I hope someone sees this pervert-like look and laughs heartily.
Suddenly, there was a rattling sound from the side. Startled, she quickly pulled up her pants. Suddenly, 50,000 thoughts rushed through her head like fizzy bubbles.
She looked straight in the direction of the sound. It was a cat.
She let out a big sigh and rubbed her chest in her surprise. She straightened her clothes. She could feel her underwear getting wet and clinging to he pussy.
She returned to her house and went down her hill to comfort herself.She vowed to work harder tomorrow night.