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Hey guys I need to reveal a secret of mine which I couldn't keep in me anymore. I'm obsessed with exhibitionism This turned out longer than expected. My apologies. I don't want to be viewed as a slut or anything so I try to make things look accidental. I found a strapless sun dress at Goodwill for $1 that had a few seams looking a little rough. Like if you tug on it they'll tear right open.
My idea was when I hung out with friends last Saturday night I would snag it and have it ripped. They have a fire pit next to a retaining wall. It's wood and there's a nail sticking out a tiny bit that will snag your clothes if you sit on it. My thoughts where after we all have a drink or two I'll sit on the wall like we do sometimes, watch the fire and talk. I'll jump down and my dress will get ripped open. It'll get a big rip in it, I'll be embarrassed for a little bit then I'll just not care. I don't hang out with these friends real often so I've never done anything extreme around them. I'm sure they've seen an upskirt or down my top a time or two but never any of my shenanigans.
Saturday night comes, we're sitting outside around the fire pit. They (M/F couple) invited over two other M/F couples and me. I didn't know one couple but they were fun. My dress was a little lower than my knees but higher than my ankles. We're hanging out, talking, sitting by the fire. I get up to get a drink and sit on the wall. It's a little jump, maybe two feet at most my feet are off the ground. I secure my dress on the nail and keep talking. I'm up there maybe 20 minutes when someone mentions getting a drink so I tell them I'll come with them. I go to hop down and instead of putting a rip in my dress (5'3, 150lbs thought I weighed enough to rip it) it doesn't budge. It stops me, I go face first into the grass, dress pulled down around my knees. I'm completely naked with my face in the grass, ass hanging out.
Everyone jumps up to check on me, I turn over, one leg is out, other leg is in, again completely naked, because it's against the rules to wear anything under a sundress. Pretty much spread eagle, tits out with six people standing over me. Are you OK? Had to have been asked 100 times. I'm telling them to give me a second, I think I'm fine. Two of the guys help me up, I'm brushing dirt off me, one of the girls is helping me and looking for cuts or anything. I'm still naked and they bring my dress over and I put it back on. I sit down on a bench and I'm being quiet because that's not what I wanted to happen but at the same time I'm getting turned on.
Few minutes later, probably the 120th are you OK and you're being quiet, you sure you're fine. I tell everyone I'm a little embarrassed and I wasn't planning on showing everyone my girly bits. The normal reassurance comes, don't worry about it, shit happens, have a drink you'll be laughing about it in a few minutes.
After we've all had a few drinks, they were making some jokes about me falling when the lady of the couple I didn't know asks in front of everyone how I get so smooth down there and if I wax. Then one of the guys I know says something about how he didn't want to say anything, but he was impressed too. It gets a bunch of laughs and I tell everyone I just don't really grow much hair below the neck and if I do it's really thin. I haven't shaved in a few days and it's still smooth. I asked her if she wanna feel it and she said yea, so I pulled up my dress said everyone here has seen it anyway and let her touch. So she touched it for a few seconds in front of everyone.
I told her if she's going to touch it anymore she's going to have to finish the job. Which got some laughs. At the end of the night one of the guys joked he was sad he didn't get to touch it. So I told him if he really wanted to touch it then I'd let him. He looks at his wife, she gives him a dirty look but says he can. I get up and walk over to him, pull up my skirt and he touches it.
Next morning, I stayed the night and so did one couple. We laughed about it during breakfast, which helped because I felt a little slutty in the morning. What do you think guys was it really that slutty or not?
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