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From the author: I welcome your comments and suggestions for other experiences I should try and perhaps write about here. Are there any other women who enjoy this type of exhibitionism and public sexual activity?
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My husband insists that I always dress as bare as possible when we go out together.
Beginning late in the spring, I made sure that I was always nude for him when we were home, and I started wearing very provocative, revealing, skimpy, body-baring clothing for him when we went out. He always loves to see me in bare belly outfits, skirts, strappy flat sandals, strappy high-heeled sandals, barefoot, or barefoot with foot jewelry.
As far as footwear, his favorite thing is for me to go out with him either barefoot or wearing barefoot sandals. I have many pairs of those; they are pretty strands of beads, sparkly jewels or crochet material that have a loop that goes over my middle toe, then over the top of my foot, that then wraps around my ankle. I am totally barefoot with just this jewelry on my feet when I wear these.
I dress like this for him constantly now. I don’t think I have had my belly covered in 4 or 5 months. I go everywhere, do everything in some type of bare belly outfit.
I love my female body and my husband seems to love it more. He says I am very sensual, sexy, erotic, exotic and seductive, especially when I’m wearing almost no clothing in public. I feel very lucky that he wants to show me off, and wants to be seen with me while I’m wearing scandalously skimpy clothing. Always. What girl doesn’t want to be seen dressed like that? I feel so feminine and pretty it’s hard for me to describe.
I love going out knowing that I’m going to be stared at because of my lack of clothing, knowing that people are going to see my bare shaved pussy, my naked tits, and hard, bare nipples, my bare belly and my pretty little bare feet. I love not caring what they think and the feeling of not being able to cover my provocatively exposed bare body, no matter the situation.
I have a job as a belly dancer, and I’ve been working just about every night for several weeks now. I have a good friend who is a tailor, so I have a lot of custom-made belly dancer outfits that are very body baring. These outfits are made to enhance and decorate the naked female body, not hide it. She also loves to experiment and make me special hot bare belly tops and skirts to go with the tiny little tops for everyday wear as well.
I should also mention that I no longer wear bras or panties. I’m 5’7″ with long, brown hair and medium 34C tits with sexy nipples that stand erect a lot. I am in very good shape and luckily have a body that my husband says looks awesome with little or no clothing on; a body that needs to be bared and seen in public for men and women to enjoy.
I work out a lot. I have a membership to 24 Hour Fitness and I wear bikinis for my workouts. Very teeny-tiny bikinis. I work out barefoot and I wear anklets, toe rings, belly button rings and belly chains. I work out hard and I make sure I am noticed when I’m doing it.
My husband says my pretty little feet are gorgeous and incredibly sexy, and they should never be hidden from view. That’s why he insists I always wear strappy little sandals or strappy high heel sandals if I’m not going barefoot for him, even in the cold of winter. I am happy to display my feet for him and everyone else. I take good care of them since I want them to be as sexy as they can be for my belly dancing job.
I had the night off when this particular experience took place, and in Denver we were experiencing our first severe cold snap of the season. My adventure on this night was so awesome, it would be something I started doing over and over again.
My kocaeli escort husband had said that he would love it if I kept dressing in my little bare belly outfits, and continued to wear skirts and sandals during the winter. He said how hot it would be for me to be the only female dressed to show off her body in outrageously sexy outfits everywhere we went during the winter. Who am I to disappoint him? I would, of course, dress in bare belly outfits, wear strappy sandals and go out barefoot for him all winter long.
He wanted to take me out to dinner and to a bar that night. The temperature had been dropping all day. It was 22 degrees and snowing lightly when we left the house at about 7 p.m. It was 7 degrees and still snowing lightly when we got home around 1 a.m.
I asked him what he wanted me to wear. To this day I always dress however my husband tells me to dress when we go out. I think he said it was my choice because it was so cold.
I went upstairs to get ready. It took 30 minutes and I was ready to go. I was very much looking forward to going out with him. I knew I picked an outfit that would please him, and make me the talk of anywhere we went.
I walked down the stairs and he took one look at me and said, “You look fantastic. I love you, Lori.” He planted a deep, wet kiss on me and ran his big muscular hands over my body and that went a long way to turning me on.
I said, “I love you too.” I asked if my outfit was OK and he said my outfit was a dream and way better than he imagined.
We went to a large, popular Cajun restaurant just off I-25 in the Denver Tech Center. It’s always crowded there. We had to park quite a distance from the entrance. My husband asked me if I wanted his jacket and I said no. He’s such a gentleman. But I didn’t want my outfit to be hidden.
We got out of the car and walked across the parking lot. It was a very cold walk, and I walked slowly and deliberately even though it was so cold. I was definitely not dressed to protect my body from the elements, but that didn’t make a difference. I know plenty of people saw me inside and outside the restaurant.
We arrived at the entrance and stepped inside to the hostess’ stand to get seated.
It became noticeably quiet for a few moments. It seems people were taking a good, long look at me. My husband smiled, and I felt embarrassed and exhilarated at the same time. It was very unnerving. There was no one else even close to being dressed the way I was dressed.
Everyone was obviously staring at me because of my outfit.
It was custom-made by my friend. To say that my attire was skimpy would be an extreme understatement. I was showing some skin. Well, a whole lot of bare skin. Actually, I was wearing almost no clothing and absolutely loving it.
I wore a long, black skirt that had a wide slit that left my left leg totally naked, all the way to my hip. The cloth of the skirt was attached to a large gold metal ring that sat low, almost down to my left thigh. The skirt was angled, so that it was higher on the right hip, then angled downward across the top of my bare, shaved pussy to a point lower on my left hip. It was interesting to look at and very sexy, I think.
I chose a pretty pair of barefoot sandals for my dinner date with my husband. This pair was made with two very slim strands that extended from my a loop that went over my middle toe over the top of my foot to end in an anklet. They were made of white sparkly gems. The jewelry glimmered nicely to catch the eye, and highlighted the fact that I was barefoot. Yes, I left the house barefoot on a cold snowy night. My husband likes it so much and I love him so much, I am happy to go out kocaeli rus escort to dinner with him while I’m barefoot. As I looked around, I did not even see any other women wearing sandals. I was so bare for my man, I felt sooo good. And I was very happy with my barely dressed display.
I had white jewelry in my pierced navel that was made of two long strands that looked similar to the sparkly gems on my barefoot sandals. I had a very thin, dainty chain around my midriff that had tiny little strands that hung down every three or four inches. Each had a little colored glimmering gem on it that caressed my totally bare belly with each movement.
We had to put our names on a waiting list, so we sat down for a few minutes. I crossed my left leg over my right. My leg was totally bare and I bounced it up and down a little. I pointed my toes like any sexy girl would do; I’m the kind who loves for people to see that she is barefoot for her man on a dinner date. I had no trouble in the getting-noticed department at this point.
It was time to be seated at our table. As I got up, I was sure everyone looking at me was able to see my pussy, which fortunately I keep shaved and smooth. It seems the opening in my skirt had adjusted a little, and with each step of my left foot, it was open enough for people to catch a glimpse of my bare pussy. My husband insists on being able to see my pussy when we’re out, so I didn’t disappoint him that night. He told me my pussy looked delicious and I was going to be finger-fucked at the table. I smiled at him and said, “I can’t wait.”
The hostess, a young woman like me, said she loved my outfit. And she commented on how daring it was to wear it on such a cold night. I thanked her. I felt so pretty, so sexy, and so unbelievably turned on. She asked me where I got my top; she wanted to get one to wear to the club.
I told her it was custom-made. It was a black sweater with long sleeves. It was a very short, very daring, very revealing belly-baring sweater. I wear this kind of tiny top all of the time now.
The bottom of it was made to stop right at my nipples, so my underboobs were totally exposed. This little top was made to show off my bare tits and nipples, not cover them. That night was the first time I had worn it in public, and it was definitely doing its job. The material was a loose weave, so even when it was over my nipples, you could still see them through the holes. Yes, I left the house on that cold night with my tits and nipples totally visible, absolutely unable to cover them no matter who looked at me.
The black color contrasted nicely with the white of my tits and pink of my nipples, so my nakedness was easily seen. My husband loves to see my nipples and tits exposed in public. I didn’t disappoint him on that count either. The long sleeves were an interesting touch.
This was how I left the house. No coat, no shoes, nothing covering my bare body. It was biting cold when I was outside, but the adventure was worth the discomfort.
My husband asked for a table out in the middle of the floor. It was much easier for me to be seen by more people there, than if we were both in a booth.
I wanted to do something special for my husband on this cold night. It ended up being something very special for me too.
I loved the experience of wearing so little, being barefoot in this restaurant on such a cold night. I loved the experience of people staring at me, wondering what in the world I was doing and why I was so barely dressed. I can’t explain why it feels so good to have so much of my body uncovered in public, but it does. It makes me feel so alive, so desired. It is such a turn-on to see izmit ucuz escort men and some women staring at me with so much lust in their looks. I wanted to tease and please. I wanted to be my husband’s sex toy. It was easy to see that some men were ready to ravage my body right then and there … impale my sweet bald pussy hard and fast on their big stiff dicks.
I was so aroused that I ate dinner with my erect nipples on display. I made sure my husband could see my pussy because I had a public finger-fucking coming. Did anyone threaten to kick me out? No. They never have.
The light was low in the restaurant, but it was still very obvious how little clothing I wore. My husband pulled my skirt aside and made good on his promise to finger-fuck me at the table. People near us could clearly see his fingers disappear inside my hot pussy. I couldn’t help but close my eyes. “Ooh,” I cooed as my legs spread for him. People could clearly see my toes curl on my pretty little bare feet as my body couldn’t hide my orgasms when I came on his fingers, twice.
I started getting excited as the time to go drew near. My husband said it was about 15 degrees outside at 9:30 p.m. He went outside to warm up the car for me, like he had done when we left the house. I stayed inside the restaurant and just stood at the bar. A guy asked me where my shoes and coat were. I told him I had left them at home.
“Ohhh… very nice,” he said. “You look spectacular tonight. I really like your sweater.”
I said thank you and raised my right hand up into the back of my hair. That completely exposed my right tit and nipple. “I like this sweater, too,” I said. I grinned and said I love that it’s so tiny, “t makes me feel sexy to wear it.” I left it that way, and he didn’t say another word. He just watched me. It was an incredible turn-on and high for me to stand so close to this guy with my exposed tit in such a revealing outfit. A handful of people had their eyes glued to me.
My husband came back in to get me since the car was warm. He kissed me and told me how hot and sexy I looked and how lucky he was to be with me. I was about to walk outside where it was very cold, barefoot with almost no clothing on. I turned to the guy who said he liked my sweater and adjusted it upward as he watched. I set the bottom of my sweater at the top of my tits, well above both nipples. My tits were bare now for everyone to see. My arousal was quite evident as my nipples were rock hard and standing erect. I took a deep breath and told my husband I was ready to go. He reached up with both hands and touched my nipples in front of all those people. He gently pinched them and rolled them between his fingers.
“Ooohhh,” I whispered.
“That’s my sexy hot babe,” he said. “Let’s go.”
The snow picked up and I was naked and barefoot walking a short distance to the car. Snowflakes were falling onto my naked body. The wind was blowing a little. Both my nipples were still exposed. My pussy was bared with each step of my left foot. It was uncomfortably cold, but there was something exhilarating and exciting about doing that.
I walked normally, just to keep up the strange sensation, and hopefully be seen by other people.
We got into the warm car and my husband kissed me again and thanked me. He told me how hot I was and how much he loved me. He sunk two fingers into my bare pussy. I came quickly.
I looked at him and told him I was his to do with as he pleased.
He said, “I want you to wear bare belly outfits and sandals and bare feet all winter.”
I said, “As you wish, I will be your barely dressed eye candy all winter just like I was all summer.”
“Mmm, I am so lucky,” he said. “I am the lucky one,” I whispered back.
“I will have bare legs, bare pussy, bare feet in super strappy sandals, bare belly, bare tits and nipples all winter long for you.”
We headed to a dance club downtown. For some reason, I think my outfit was responsible for making sure I had several orgasms on the dance floor and other places in public view in the club.
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