[Exhibitionist] A short teaser - Indecent Exposure Therapy

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My first novella, Indecent Exposure Therapy is out now. I wanted to share at least some of it with folks here since this group helped boost my confidence as a writer early on. This is a story that takes a deep psychological dive into an exhibitionist's understanding of her fantasies being seen naked. Unbeknownst to her therapist, she too makes a discovery about herself that makes her blush. I hope you all enjoy!

The ticking gears of the clock filled the silence between Rana and Cristina. Sitting up straight, hands clasped in her lap, Cristina stared back at Rana with a small grin on her face. Instead of her typical casual style, she wore a white business shirt under a black suit. Her hair had been straightened and tied into a neat bun sitting high on the top of the crown of her head. Covering her face were a pair of black rimmed glasses. Her sneakers were replaced by a pair of black pumps.

Rana wanted to comment on Cristina’s appearance, but the sudden chill in the room distracted her. She tried to remain still. “You’re rather quiet today.”

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Christina’s head tilted, her lips parting to bare a wider smile as she pointed at Rana.

Rana’s gaze followed Cristina, looking down to see the top of her collarbone and her breasts, hanging from their natural weight without the support of a brassier or shirt. Rana stopped breathing as she leaned forward to see her bare legs, shaking at the realization she was naked, her pussy in clear view to her patient. Rana’s arms crisscrossed over her breasts while she squeezed her legs close together. Her attempt to be modest couldn’t stop Cristina from laughing.

Arms and legs splayed out as Rana thrashed from her deep sleep. She touched her chest, feeling the silk surface of her pajamas. Sweat had built up underneath.

“What the hell?” she whispered as she lay back down, her eyes remaining closed so she could fall back asleep without disruption. With every breath she took, Rana felt her heartbeat slow down. As she slid under her bedsheets to get comfortable, Rana froze when she felt the touch of her bedsheets against her soft flesh of her waist. Shifting her legs, she felt the waistband of her pajama bottoms stretch around her knees, no longer protecting her womanhood. Half undressed, Rana closed her eyes, recalling her dream, or nightmare, she wasn’t sure what to call it. The tugging sensation in her body was evidence it was the former. When her hand moved to cover up, her outer labia felt sensitive to the touch of her fingers, sending an aching sensation through her hips. When Rana moved her fingers again, she felt something wet on her hands. Slowly, her index and middle finger inched back and forth over her labia, the smooth friction waking her body from its deep sleep.