Well, I've had an afternoon and a half, I can tell you. That was one of the most frightening, exciting, intense, horrifying, embarrassing, invigorating, repulsive, magnificent, stupid and stupendous days I've ever had.

I've lost track of whether I'm doing this for str8guy or me, for the challenge or the desire. It's frightening, I don't like to think about it too much.

But think of this: about forty people, mostly men, saw my cunt today.

I had a taste of what this was like the other day in Appetites, flashing the guy at the opposite table. But this was a different magnitude. Some of the complete terror I felt then was gone this time, but it was replaced by an almost physical sexual impulse. I could turn it on and off at any time, just by closing my legs, making myself decent again. I could choose who to flash at and what, and for how long, and how blatant I wanted to make it look. And I felt in complete control. That's the difference from Appetites: there, I was trapped, and at the mercy of events. Here, I was mistress of my destiny. I could choose what to do.

And I chose to do it all 3; *S*

I started off in the new Mexican café in Bridge Street. It was fairly quiet - ominous for them given how recently it opened, what a nice day it was and the half price offers they were doing. I got a good picture with the phone camera, but really as a tool it is pretty limited - my arms just aren't long enough! My actions were suspicious enough to attract the attention of the waiter, a burly bloke with an impenetrable accent, which I think was Italian. He continually hovered round my table while I hoiked up my skirt and let the wind waft across my pussy. He definitely knew what I was doing. Our eye contact was enough to confirm that.

He had the most comical, quizzical expression on his face as I left rushing over to my table as I did so. Probably about to sniff my chair, I should think - he looked the type 3; *G* And I hope he enjoyed it, if he did 3;

That was fun, but not really enough. I went back to the office and picked up my GPRS laptop and wireless pencam. I was shaking like a leaf as I did it, the mere idea of what I was going to do enough to send shivers down my spine. But I wasn't afraid, as such - it was just nervous excitement, sexual anticipation, I think.

My first stop was the bottom park, where there are some swings which don't get used much because it's too far away from the commercial part of the park. I managed to get the cam set up on the chute nearby, but it was pretty precarious and kept falling down. Got one pic though 3;

No-one came past, which was no good. I couldn't just flash to myself and the cam - I can do that any time. I had to up the stakes. Go where the people are. Which was in the top park, at the café.

My heart was hammering as I made my way there. I bought a coffee and a newspaper and settled in one of the outside tables, with the cam set up opposite. It was busy, with lots of families and couples wandering by. I made sure to cover up when any kids were around - gross indecency in front of a minor, or whatever the charge might be, is not something calculated to enhance my career prospects - but gradually I became more and more daring, and finally I had my foot up on the chair opposite, legs spread, pussy on display. Still engrossed in my newspaper (hehe 3;) I stayed like that while people wandered slowly past.

Some people wandered very slowly past. One bloke, an old guy around sixty, actually stopped. I looked up at him and smiled. He shook his head and walked off. I was mildly disappointed about that - god knows what I thought I might do, but the eye contact with him, the knowledge that we both knew exactly what I was doing, created a remarkable feeling within me. What would I have done? I really don't know.

I'm losing touch with my limits. I don't know where they lie any longer.

And that's as frightening as it is exciting.

The park started to get quiet around tea-time so I wandered into town and sat in the seats outside the bus station. I was conscious that str8guy had given me an instruction to play with myself, not merely flash, and I hadn't done that yet. By now I was getting almost flash-happy - I'd probably done it to twenty or so people - and I started to feel completely reckless.

I set up the cam on the bench opposite and covered it with my jacket so that no-one else would sit there, then sat down and pulled up my skirt. Looking round, I began to uncover myself, little by little, until I was totally bare. There were people directly behind me, facing away on the adjoining benches, and I could hear their conversation as I began to expose my slit and slide my fingers between my lips. The air was cooling rapidly, and the draught against me was icily thrilling.

I began to circle my finger around my clit, legs spread wide, knowing that if someone passed by, or my neighbours looked round, I would be unable to conceal what I was doing. That knowledge seared through me, sending churning waves of nervous excitement through my abdomen. I felt physically sick and highly aroused at the same time, and every touch of my finger on my clit seemed charged with enough energy to light up the whole town. I don't think I've ever felt so on edge, or so lustful.

A couple of people came past and I toned down my behaviour, but not by much, if I'm being honest. I must still have looked peculiar, and it must have been clear what I was doing. I just didn't care. I was close to coming and my hands instinctively delved towards my pussy. My index and fourth fingers played across the length of my lips while my middle finger devoted itself to my clit.

I could feel the first waves of my climax coming and I knew it was going to be big. I clamped my legs together, gripping my hand to my cunt, and stifled my cries as the climax erupted, flying through my body like a zephyr. I lost all control at that point. I have no idea if people were watching me, because I was oblivious of everything except what was emanating from my womb and invading every cell and fibre of my body.

I was left, shaking, on the bench, my brow draped in a cold sweat, my fingers clammy and my heart racing. I looked around, and was almost surprised to see the world carrying on as normal. My experience had been so awesome it was strange to think that nobody else had felt anything similar.

Or had they?

As I packed up my laptop and readied myself to go home, I was aware of someone watching me intently from a bench thirty yards or so away. He was wearing a coat and hat - suspicious on a fine warm afternoon - and seemed to me to be trying to conceal himself.

Paranoia? Probably. After all, I had just been indulging in behaviour which was specifically designed to make people watch me, so it wasn't in the least surprising that somebody actually was. Even so, I was curious.

I walked towards him, but before I got close he scurried away. Now, I have to ask myself: was it str8guy? Was he quietly observing me as I went about his challenge?

Another mystery to solve 3;

Just finished emailing some of today's handiwork to str8guy. Hope he appreciates them 3; And so to bed. Hey ho, silver, care to join me? I'm just about ready for your delicious touch again, my little darling friend. It's been a few days 3;