Something snapped in me when my employers sent me to a spring workshop on a college campus back East. The company was grooming me for higher marketing echelons, but all I could think about was what I had missed sexually in college. I was ready for a big change, and that spring my risk-prone sexual edge really blossomed.

I guess I began to flirt with public sex the day I arrived on campus. At first it was almost accidental. I was sitting on a bench on the main green, where everybody hung out, in my de rigueur pin-stripe straight skirt but, for the first time in years, with no bra under my little white silk blouse. With a little practice, I noticed that I could position my body in such a way that anybody walking by could get a clear view of my loose bosom. I stole surreptitious glances at the guys as they passed by, watching... Read More