Most times for me it's impulsive, an on the moment spur to a sudden urge to show.My first ever flashing experience was in the local park, across from ...my school. I used to go there at lunchtime and lie on the grass, whenever the sun was shining.There was a playground there with swings and a roundabout, and I was sitting on the roundabout, going around when he came and sat on the park bench directly oposite me.I was straddled between two sections, with the pole between my legs, hard up against my. Sarah, keep it do-- dow--- dooowwwn…I could feel every ministration, all the build up, and not being in control just made it ten times hotter. Sure, a lot of this pleasure was just because of Sarah enjoying it -- it was her making my body wet, after all -- but I secretly was into it as well.We built up closer and closer, my hands pushing harder inside. I could feel my right hand start to cramp, but I couldn’t control it, couldn’t loosen the muscles or adjust the position. My face pressed into. I thought of it as a regular pic and nothing particularly sexy. But he reacted as if it was the greatest thing ever. “Wow! We never see her at work like that!”This was a huge turn on and confirmed that he had been checking her out. I showed him the rest of the bathing suit pics which he seemed to love and commented how great she looked. I asked if he wanted to see anything more revealing? But he had to promise to tell no one. He stammered “really? It’s my dream come true! I won’t tell a soul”.. Now, glancing over her shoulder she saw Robert climb onto the pile of sails behind her, pulling his breeches down to expose his stiff cock. She smiled, eager to please but the smile vanished from her lips as she felt the man steer his hard cock into the crack between her buttocks, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.“NO!” she cried “Please sire, not there, I beseech thee!” long-buried bad memories flooded into her mind of the Rector at St Saviour's who used to touch her there with.