[Exhibitionist] Naked in class story from Reddit

[KarlMalone]

Who knows if its true.

http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstor...aked_in_class/

This story is about how my worst nightmare came true, with surprising results: I ended up naked in class.

Earlier this year I took a cross cultural communication class. We learned about different cultures. We watched movies. Went on field trips. Those of us from different cultures talked about how our culture back home is different. We also had presentations from different cultures. Sometimes they involved the students. One day the professor asked for a volunteer. He said that at the next class an acupuncturist will come and they need a volunteer. I wanted to do it, but the professor selected someone else.

The day of the presentation, the acupuncturist apologized and said that normally, when he performs it, the patient is naked. The guy who volunteered wore boxers. I wondered if he was embarrassed. A part of me wondered what would have happened if I, or another girl, were picked.

A week later, we were going to have a professional masseuse come in. She was going to perform a lomilomi massage. Her model couldn’t make it. The professor asked for volunteers. I raised my hand and the professor picked me. I was excited. I love getting massages. Who wouldn’t want a free massage in class? A friend of mine is studying to be a physical therapist. I told him about the massage. He was surprised. He couldn’t understand how I can have a massage in class. He told me it was usually done in the nude. I blushed. I explained that I would probably wear underwear. He was still confused. He asked if I wouldn’t mind wearing underwear in class. I realized he was right. This wasn’t the beach. Wearing panties and a bra in front of fellow students would be embarrassing. I hoped the masseuse knew what she was doing.

The day of the massage arrived. I wore my most conservative panties and bra. Just in case. They were black. When I got to class the professor pulled me to the side and introduced me to two women. They were both going to give me the massage at the same time. He left me alone with them. They gave me a colorful sarong and told me to go to the restroom and put it on. I asked them if its ok that I stay in panties and bra. They exchanged looks. They said it would be better if I was naked. The way they said it I felt like I had no choice. I didn’t want to ruin their presentation. So I went to the restroom, stripped naked and wrapped the sarong around me. I checked myself in the mirror. I was well covered. I figured they knew what they were doing.

It was weird coming back to class. Wearing nothing but a thin piece of cloth. A massage table was set up in the middle. The students were gathered around it. The two women helped me up. I lay on my stomach. They started explaining about the massage. It’s history. I wasn’t listening. I was busy thinking how I got myself into this situation. Lying naked in class with only a thin sarong covering me. The women finished explaining. They loosened the sarong and spread it over my back. Then they slowly started to fold the sarong. As they folded it I felt more and more of my skin get exposed. They completely uncovered my back. Everyone could see that I was topless. There was a lot of whispering. Soon they’ll know that I was naked.

One of the women started massaging me. She used her hands, arms and elbows. It felt really good. At the same time the other one folded the towel and revealed my legs. The sarong was now between my legs. Part of it still covered my butt. She also used her hands, arms and elbows. They both used long strokes. The woman doing my back was going lower and lower. Each time she moved the sarong down a bit. I was very self conscience. I knew that soon my butt would be exposed. The woman doing my legs was moving up. As they were massaging my body, they were talking. Explaining about the massage. One of them. I don’t know which one. She folded the sarong again. I felt her expose my right butt cheek. Then my left. She folded the sarong so only a thin strip was covering my crack. I could hear the students giggling and whispering to each other. The professor shooshed them.

The woman at the far end spread my legs. She bunched the sarong between them. I guess the little bit of sarong covering my crack move down too much. I could feel the breeze on my crack.She had to adjust it back up. As she was working on my legs, she lifted them up and spread them. I could feel a breeze on my pussy. She bunched the sarong against it. I wondered if the students saw anything. I was now lying in the middle of class almost completely naked. Only a bit of cloth covering my butt crack. The women were using long strokes on their massage. Starting at my legs. Past my butt cheek. Up my back. All I could think about was how exposed I was. I was so embarrassed. I was mortified. But it was also exciting. I never thought I would be naked in class. I wondered what the boys were thinking. Did they like my body? Part of me wished they would remove the sarong completely. I was already almost naked.

Then they stopped. They pulled the sarong up. I could feel the cloth rubbing against my butt crack. Against my pussy, as they pulled it up. Then they both walked to either end and covered me again. My heart was beating so fast. Part of me hoped it was over. Part of me was disappointed. Then they asked me to turn over. It was hard, but they kept me covered.

I was now lying on my back. Looking at the other students. I couldn’t help but wonder how much they had seen. I just looked up at the ceiling. The lights were blinding. One of the woman placed a towel over my eyes. I was grateful for that. I couldn’t look at the other students faces. They started folding the sarong again. Revealing my legs. I felt it getting pulled down. I held my breath. In a second my breasts will be exposed to everyone in class. My nippled wre rock hard. I knew everyone could see them poking at the cloth. The friction of the cloth on my nipples was driving me crazy. I held my breath. Suddenly my nipples were free. Exposed. One of the students said something. The women quickly adjusted the sarong. I was covered again.

One of them said that usually they uncover the breasts. For me they will cover them. She apologized to me for the exposure. I just mumbled back that it was ok. I didn’t know what to say. Everyone had seen my nipples. I was embarrassed. I was excited. I couldn’t believe what a thrill it was. They put a piece of cloth over them and pulled the sarong down. They bunched it up between my legs again. Only a tiny piece of it covered my mound.

I lay like that. In the middle of class. Everyone looking at me. A tiny piece of clothes covering my breasts. A bit of sarong covering my pussy. Everything else exposed. My stomach. My hips. My legs. They started massaging me again. Using long strokes. One of them grabbed my leg and bent it. I felt a breeze on my pussy. I heard my fellow students whisper to each other. She bunched the sarong against my pussy. I don’t know long I lay like that. Finally they were done. They covered me again. They helped me up. Wrapped the sarong around me. They thanked me and everyone clapped. I was dizzy. The room was spinning. I was blushing. I thanked them and went to the bathroom to change.

Afterwards one of my friends came to me. I asked her how much they had seen. She said they had seen everything. My breasts. My nipples. My butt. Even my pussy. She was pretty sure she even caught a peek at my most private place. I was embarrased, but part of me was thrilled. I was naked in class. Everyone had seen me. I wondered what the boys thought. Did they find me attractive? Was it a turn on for them. I didn’t ask, but she told me that she saw some of the boys had a boner. I liked that.

After class a lot of boys wanted to talk to me. Everyone asked how it was. Said it looked amazing. Said I was so brave. It was a huge turn on. Part of me wanted to do it again. I wish I knew how to arrange that. I was so horny I went back to my apartment. I took a shower and rubbed my clit. The orgasm made it all worthwhile.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

I enjoyed the story but I'm confused. I was under the impression this was where members write their own true life stories. At the beginning you write you have no idea whether or not this is true. Then add a link to where the story comes from. Does this mean I can copy a sexy story and post it?
Also we had to read quite a bit of the story to determine it was about a female. Or a guy wearing a bra and panties!

[KarlMalone]

Originally Posted by ModelT

I enjoyed the story but I'm confused. I was under the impression this was where members write their own true life stories. At the beginning you write you have no idea whether or not this is true. Then add a link to where the story comes from. Does this mean I can copy a sexy story and post it?
Also we had to read quite a bit of the story to determine it was about a female. Or a guy wearing a bra and panties!

I don't think it has to be your story. There is a whole long thread about news stories, and one about Dear Abby columns. Why does it matter?

The fourth paragraph said "bra and panties." Anyway, sorry you had difficulty with the story.

[stevezr1]

Originally Posted by KarlMalone

I don't think it has to be your story. There is a whole long thread about news stories, and one about Dear Abby columns. Why does it matter?

The fourth paragraph said "bra and panties." Anyway, sorry you had difficulty with the story.

Well I REALLY enjoyed the story, and I would like to believe it its true.
Does it belong here? I think so, no surprise I'd agree, since I'm the "Dear Abby" guy
I mean, which other forum would be better suited?

Maybe the reason I enoyed it so much is that my first wife and her GF attended a massage sensual seminar (this was a LONG time ago, mid 80s I'm thinking) with a very similar story line. I'll never forget how horny she was when she came home, and how horny I got with her telling me what went on. In retrospect, I wish I had attended as well.

The seminar, began with a long discussion about massages, and techniques, etc. then they asked for an audience vounteer to receive a massage to demonstrate the techinques involved. The volunteer thing came as a surpise to the wife, and she was busy running it through her mind if she should volunteer. She was processing what it would be like to be getting a sensual massage in front of 50 or so people, about 1/3 men, if anyone would get a glimpse of her 36Cs, or would the volunteer be expected be totally nude, or is her belly a little to plump for all to see, but also, how exciting it might be for all the above, etc.

But all thoughts flashing through her mind were for naught. One young woman was waving her hand almost instantantly. Bottom line, from my wife's perspective, sounds almost exactly like the above mentioned story. Only except according to the wife, the sheet or wrap was done away with entirely once the woman got on the table. After all, it was a sensual massage.

That's what excited the wife, the "what if" scenario, that is, if SHE had raised HER hand.
We got into the massage thing for a while after that, and a few times while massaging her, I'd whisper that I could imagine her getting this massage right now, with that same audience watching.... she ignored me, but her body betrayed her, I knew she liked that fantasy!
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[Tifosi]

Originally Posted by SteveZR1

Well I REALLY enjoyed the story, and I would like to believe it its true.
Does it belong here? I think so, no surprise I'd agree, since I'm the "Dear Abby" guy
I mean, which other forum would be better suited?

Maybe the reason I enoyed it so much is that my first wife and her GF attended a massage sensual seminar (this was a LONG time ago, mid 80s I'm thinking) with a very similar story line. I'll never forget how horny she was when she came home, and how horny I got with her telling me what went on. In retrospect, I wish I had attended as well.

The seminar, began with a long discussion about massages, and techniques, etc. then they asked for an audience vounteer to receive a massage to demonstrate the techinques involved. The volunteer thing came as a surpise to the wife, and she was busy running it through her mind if she should volunteer. She was processing what it would be like to be getting a sensual massage in front of 50 or so people, about 1/3 men, if anyone would get a glimpse of her 36Cs, or would the volunteer be expected be totally nude, or is her belly a little to plump for all to see, but also, how exciting it might be for all the above, etc.

But all thoughts flashing through her mind were for naught. One young woman was waving her hand almost instantantly. Bottom line, from my wife's perspective, sounds almost exactly like the above mentioned story. Only except according to the wife, the sheet or wrap was done away with entirely once the woman got on the table. After all, it was a sensual massage.

That's what excited the wife, the "what if" scenario, that is, if SHE had raised HER hand.
We got into the massage thing for a while after that, and a few times while massaging her, I'd whisper that I could imagine her getting this massage right now, with that same audience watching.... she ignored me, but her body betrayed her, I knew she liked that fantasy!
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Well done!

My wife has received a few erotic massages and they are all well received by both of us.

[apeyboy]

Great story!

[aloriankai]

She supposedly posted pics to gonewild under another alias and was discovered, I kind of wonder what her gonewild alias was

[Qazwox27]

Hate to be the buzzkill here, but I have to say story probably isn't real. Looking through that user's history, there's no way that many coincidences can happen to one person.

That subreddit is notorious for having a bunch of fake stories. I found that their "famed" writer aryaisthebest falsified all 'her' stories after finding she just stole pictures from someone else and passed them off as her own. She deleted her account.

This person is also likely a guy writing for his own pleasure. Not that anything's wrong with that... I just find it offensive when they try to pass it off as true.