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The woman pleaded one last time and the officer told her that she was not going to ask her again to comply. Cindy’s thigh muscles were exposed, but so was her pussy. Her wet and SHAVED (due to fighting heat rash) pussy. The embarrassment ratcheted up when Cindy realized this. She overheard the girls saying: I’m surprised she shaves “down there”. Beavis and Butthead yelled: “SHIT, BARE-ASS TWAT!!! DAMN, WHAT A DAY!!” The prof shushed them. Most guys were just staring at her, not drawing. A few other girls were angrily drawing, the word “slut” was being whispered. The prof was having to yell at guys to draw, the girls to shut up, in that condescending way that weak pompous asses do. Quiet tumult best describes it.
When my husband and I go on dates, it is often at restaurants a few hours away from home because we have found that, sitting in the car, we can just talk; which is good for a marriage. On this one particular date, we were two hours away from home, but my husband had ulterior motives for the way home. We had a nice date with wonderful food, and even took a side excursion of doing some urban exploring. I then took a seat near the front of the seating area and began my long wait to board the plane. I tried reading a bit but the distraction of people being searched only a few feet away from me interfered with that process. By the time she was moving her bundles of clothes from the washers to the dryers the entire seat of her pants was blown open and her whole ass was just hanging out on display, mooning everyone in the laundromat. I wasn’t the only one watching, an elderly man sitting in the corner was staring with his eyes wide and a few blushing teenagers near the arcade cabinets kept trying to avert their eyes. Those of us were rewards when, as she was loading her dryers, she dropped a shirt and bent over from her waist, her legs spread, and her bright pink asshole flashing us for an instant. In any case, I really have no idea WHY she didn't warn the officer. Only she knows what was going through her mind. In any case, it is fun to think about though.
Not knowing what was in her mind I could only ponder this exact question over the years. I came up with these possibilities: Ashlee turned to me, her mouth open in an embarrassed wide-open smile that said, “OMG did that just happen?!”
Marissa scrambled to her feet struggling to pull up her panties, her whole body blushing bright red, and I decided I needed to visit the restroom. Synopsis: Cindy is a college art student. One day in her life model class, she finds out everyone has to be a nude model and today is her day. Based on a true story. When I was in college, I was part of the committee to prep the auditorium for graduation. It was me and Ashlee who were doing the bulk of the work. Ashlee and I had been in a couple of classes together and got on really well. She was about 5’9’’ with decently sized b cup breasts and while her butt wasn’t especially thicc but she had excellent wide hips and cute cheeks.This story was written by ENF CMNF Forum member mbsf13 (→ topic) and prepared for publication by forum moderator RunFreeRunWilder. Adult Time– GirlsWay– BubbleGum Dungeon– Nude Fight Club– Dominated Girls– All Girl Massage– Pure Taboo– Is This Real?!– Future Darkly The place: a medium sized junior college (in some locales, these are called community colleges) in Northern California
About 40 minutes later I saw a blonde, twenty-something young woman enter the gate area. Now if I hadn’t seen this with my own eye’s I don’t think I would have believed what I am about to tell you, but I promise you that this is absolutely a correct account of what transpired with no embellishment at all. Cindy is a 19 year old sophomore at California Junior College. Unlike most of her age, she knew what her career goal was. She majors in communication, looking to go into sales/advertising. She chose art/drawing as a minor, for two reasons: one reason being that it could help in advertising (planning ads), the second reason being she had a talent for it, and wanted the easy “A” she’d earn. She’s currently taking an art-drawing anatomy class.
She was a rather timid person as evidenced by her tears. She was already tearing up even though the officer up to that point was very polite and respectful even after telling her to remove her coat and the passenger felt trapped with no obvious solution (see above).
The woman was fidgeting and continued looking frantically around the room. She kept saying, “I can’t. I just CAN’T. Don’t make me do this. Just let me go, okay?” She was an exhibitionist and planned this out carefully hoping to get caught and thus having an excuse for exposing herself to a crowd. This risk of getting yelled at was worth the thrill perhaps. The young woman was selected and called over to the screening table and asked to place her bag up for inspection. She was a bit put out but complied. Based on the color of the passport she was carrying (red) she was obviously a British subject. She tossed her bag upon the table rather forcefully and let out a very audible sigh.She was overconfident having done this many times before on domestic flights without a secondary re-screening like this International Flight so she was suddenly caught off-guard but still thought she could talk her way out of having to take off her coat.
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