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AMULYA A SLUT—1

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AMULYA A SLUT—1deletedI’m happy to post my first story in my favorite category,Exhibitionism. I’ve been waiting for this part of my life. Hopefully,more stories will come in this category. I’ve always had this urge toshow skin. Earlier, when living in cities, I used to wear shorts,miniskirts, short jumpsuits, rompers, strapless tops, halter tops,crop tops etc. They were very usual in those places. People used toshow a lot of skin.There were girls who used to dress up veryconservatively as well.But I chose to show my skin.I used to enjoythose showing offs. Even from theschool days, I tried to wear clotheswhich were acceptable in the society, but at the lowest level ofdecency.Whenever I used to go out with friends, I would always be oneof those people who wore the leastamount of clothes. As usual I usedto get a lot of looks from both men and women.When I came to live inthis village, a cover involuntarily fell on such thoughts. I’ve neverrisked showing my skin here.I knew it was bad in these villages. Itgave a bad impression about the girl.Those village people never thinkthat ‘This girl is liberated. She decided to wear whatever she wants.It’s so cool.’Instead they think ‘this girl is showing so much skin.She is walking to turn men on. It doesn’t seem like she is a goodpersonfrom a reputed family.’And because of that she never gets goodmarriage proposals. Just because she wears revealing clothes. It evenaffects the family and its reputation in that society.So women neverchoose to show their body.Even if it’s a skirt that shows some skinbelow theknee, or a sleeveless top, or a t-shirt (obviously without ashawl) or a saree that shows the belly and navel.It’s all bad here.Ifyou wear them, your future is dead.But after that night where I stoodnaked outdoors at 3 am, something possessed on my body.I startedfeeling like I want to show more skin.My parents are not here and I’llbe flying to North India or Europe after this college studies. And I’mnever gonna come back to this village. I don’t givea fuck what thosesilly villagers think. This thought of exhibiting my body was gettingintense as the days progressed.One day I asked my boyfriend: “Wasim,can I ask you something?”He replied: ” Yea sure maltepe escort Roshni..”Wheneverpeople start with this line, others listen very carefully. He knewthat I was asking something serious.”Do you mind if I wear someclothes which are not very conservative?”Mmm.. I guess not. But whattypes of clothes do you have in mind, specifically? I can’t let youwearbikini and roam around””Chii.. who roams around wearing a bikinihere in your village where people even haven’t seen a navel with theirnaked eyes except the item dancenumbers in Bollywood movies?”What Isaid was true.I haven’t seen a single lady wearing sleeveless dresshere. And it has been more than a year since I’ve started living here.I haven’t seen another woman’s navel as well.”What types of clothes doyou mean?” He asked curiously.”You know, jeans and top, sleevelesschuridars… like that””Come on yaar.. who cares if you wear asleeveless churidars and jeans?””I know. but still I must make sure,right. Also what will the villagers think when I wear such clothes?”Iasked him just to know what he thinks about it.”You’re from city,right. So, people can take that you are habituated with wearing suchclothes. And wear them with complete confidence and be comfortable init.” He supported me.”Also, you’re my girl. I want to know who’s gonnastop you from that.” He finished.I felt so happy hearing thosewords.If he agrees, I can wear them to wherever I want to. I gave hima kiss for that.On most of the weekends Wasim and I used to goout. Ieasily convinced my grandparents saying that I have a special class,seminar or even some group discussions happening in college!! Theywere too uneducated to understand that. Also, they had a belief thatI’ll never lie.While going for movies or just for roaming around, Iwould smuggle some clothes in my bag while wearing my usual collegeuniforms when leaving home and change the clothes in some hotelwashroom or something.I started wearing sleeveless churidars andt-shirt while going out.Once we went for a movie in a theatre whichwas 10 kilometers away from my home and I wore a t-shirt for it.Mostoften we used to select Theatres which were less crowded and alwayssome corner seats. Our hands will be roaming escort maltepe on each other’s bodiesand some long kisses also happened in theatres. I remember once wekissed for almost one hour continuously which involved lot of kissingand biting on the faces. My face and neckwere full of his saliva whenwe stepped out of thetheatre.We went for the same movie 3 times justbecause the theater was almost empty!One day after the outing withWasim while I was coming home, my grandma asked me why the bag looksso full. I was carrying a churidar that day. I lied that there aresome library books in it. She believed it.But I decided to change mychoice of clothes because churidars and jeans pants were so big thatthey made the bag look so full. I decided to do some shopping for moresmaller clothes. (or was I just looking for a good reason for wearingsomething skimpier?!)I told Wasim about this. He couldn’t take therisk of losing me because of the large volume of clothes I waswearing. So he had to agree.”But we won’t get my looked-for clotheshere in this village.” I said.”We can go to Kochi” he said.Kochi isthe biggest city in Kerala and it’s a growing cosmopolitan city. Allkinds of people come there. Girls there wear modern clothes and youget pretty much all kinds of clothes there. Weplanned our next weekendtrip to Kochi.I packed a t-shirt and jeans for the trip. I knew it wasthe last time I had to be careful about smuggling clothes. Next timeonwards nobody is even going know that I’m carrying any clothes in mybag.That day I left early from home. The city is far away from myhome. I changed into my t-shirt and jeans on the way in a hotelwashroom. It almost took around 2 hours to reach there.Once we reachedthere, we went straight to a big shopping mall there. We found a shopthere which sells all kinds of women’s wear.I started with tops. Firstpriority for selecting any piece of clothing was that: if I make itlike a ball, itshould fit in my one hand. But most of the t-shirtsthesalesman showed were bigger balls. Maybe he thought that I wanted thesimilar type of t-shirt I was wearing.”It can be smaller.” I made itclear for him.”Is sleeveless ok for you?” He asked.”Totally.” Isaid.He then went to another maltepe escort bayan section of clothes where all thesleeveless tops were kept. He showed some clothes there. They were nott-shirts.They were tank tops, which I loved to wear.I looked atWasim, showing him a piece of clothing, which was white in color andjust covered my ass.”Is it ok?” I asked him.”Try it.” He said.I wentinside the changing room, removed my t-shirt and wore the white tanktop.It was literally hugging my body.The armholes were cut 2 inchesbelow my armpit.The armpit fat was visible from the sides. It was sotight across my stomach that I could make outthe shape of my navelthrough it. The material was thin cotton such that anyone could easilyfigure out the shape of the bra I was wearing underneath.I lookedsuper-hot in it. It had been a while since Iwore something like that.I really wanted that top.I came outside the changing room wearing it.Wasim was waiting outside.”Roshni! You can’t wear it here in public.It almostlooks like an inner wear.” He exclaimed the moment I steppedout.”No! It doesn’t. It’s just perfect, you see. First of all, it fitsin my hand if I make it like a ball. So, I can easily smuggle it frommy home. Also, it’s actually not showing anything which was not seenwhile I used to wear other clothes. See, I wear sleeveless tops,right? This is also sleeveless. And it’s showing nothing else. It’scovering my ass too.” I tried my best to sell it to him.”But thematerial is so thin and hugging your body. See, anybody can make outthe shape of your navel. Your bra edges are visible. And finally,itreally exaggerates the shape of your breasts.” He finished.’Exactly’ Ithought.“But I’ll wear a shawl with it, if you want.” I said.Shawl issupposed to cover the breasts when youwear tops which highlights theshape of the breasts.”But it’s showing off too much, honey” he wasconfused.”You think so because you haven’t seen clothes which actuallyshows off. This is not one of them.” I said.That must have hurt hisego. I was sure he felt smaller in front of me. He didn’t express it,though.”OK… But buy a cardigan also with it. Also promise thatyou’ll always wear shawl or cardiganwith this top. Always!” heagreed.”Yeaayyy..! Sure!!” I said and hugged him.I bought a blackcardigan with it. It was also very thin material. But at least itcovered my hand and shoulders.But while thinking from now, He wasright.TO BE CONTINUEE……………………………………..

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