The time I got caught (part 1)

Hello all you freaks! I posted earlier today about a nude adventure I had and you all ate it up, so I’m gonna post more about my times as an exhibitionist. Specifically, the two times I have been caught. Both happened when I was 19.

And for those who missed last time, I’m a 21 year old college student who is tired of all the fake stories, hence why I’m posting about my own naked ventures and journey into exhibitionism.

First time I got caught was during my gap semester, my parents were in Europe for two months, and my older brother was staying with his boyfriend most days, so I had the house to myself a good majority of the time. I would pretty much be naked all day, I would walk out and conveniently forgot to put on my clothes, cook in the nude, stuff along those lines. But one time, it was late at night, and I was in the living room masterbating, and had a naughty thought.

Now our backyard is on a large hill, and if I were to be on the halfway point of the hill no one would be able to see me from the street. A naught idea came into my head, and I decided to masterbate outside in the yard!

So, wearing absolutely nothing, I stepped outside and laid on the grass looking at the stars. I was so god damn wet, my pussy was practically screaming at me to give it much needed attention. And I did, I began to masterbate. It was so incredibly awesome, it was humid out, so a layer of sweat was forming all over my naked body. I was rubbing my clit with my left hand and massaging my tit with the other. I was meaning loudly, not caring if the neighbors could hear. I remember thinking about what people would do if they saw me, what I would do. Would I stop? Would I keep going? If I was horny enough, would I ask for help? The possibilities were endless.

Now, it’s important to note about our house. It has a wrap around porch, and a door near the kitchen. My brother would often walk out that door to smoke.

Lo and behold, as I was masterbating, I suddenly look felt cold water all over myself. I immediately stood up and looked up to see my bother, with an empty glass, covering his eyes with his other hand.

I screamed at him, but he just told me to get inside. I quickly ran to my room and got dressed. He said he saw me masterbating outside, called me a perv. I tried to explain, but he just waved it off and said we’re cool. We haven’t talked about it since, but jeez that was awful. In a little bit I’ll post part two, the second time I was caught…and had a friend join ;)