Nude at school (Exchange Student) (f)

From Create Your Own Story

You are feeling very naughty. Your English is not very good so you will just go to school naked and pass it off as an Indian tradition.

You wander to school making no attempt whatsoever to cover your body, and enjoying the attention people give you. You arrive at school and walk down the hall, you decide to play tease the students.

You sway your hips and poke your chest forward, showing off your tits with pride as you walk to your locker. You arrive at your locker and open it with a flourish, you take out your books and hold them at your side as you close your locker.

You ignore the dumbfounded looks aimed at you by everyone nearby and walk to your first class. You take a front seat, the one closest to the teacher's desk and, open your book, begin writing and wait for the class to arrive.

The bell rings and the students enter the classroom each one stopping in the doorway to stare before being pushed in by those behind, you suppress a laugh as they scramble to get the seats neighboring yours. after a few moments of silence the teacher enters, he writes 'English' on the board, turns around, and drops his chalk as he sees you, a few boys at the back of the class snicker and you stop writing, straighten up, and attentively look at the board.

After a moment he says awkwardly, "Where are your clothes?"

"Me?" you ask innocently, in your heavily accented voice.

"Yes, you," he says.

"Home."

"Why aren't you wearing them?" He asks.

'Ok,' you think. 'Time to make something up'

"It is tradition", you say. "My culture not wear clothes on birthday".

"Happy birthday," somebody shouts.

The teacher cannot think of anything else to say, and resumes the lesson, albeit less confident than he was when he walked in.

"Any other customs we should know about," asks the boy next to you.

"Well" you say, wondering how far you can take this, "We choose a man at end of day, and spend night together."

The boy merely opens and closes his mouth a few times, unable to think of a response.


The rest of the day passes without incident other than boys constantly staring at your waving ass and breasts and a record number of breakups. Until at the end of the day the boy from before asks to spend the night.

"I may choose you, follow me," you answer.

The boy obediently follows you back to your house, and you lead him up to the bathroom, you step into the shower and he hastily strips down and follows you. You hand him the soap and order him massage you.

You turn your back to him and he begins rubbing your shoulders. You turn around, grab his hands and run them from your shoulders past your breasts, and down your hips, reveling in the feeling of his eyes on you.

You turn to look into his eyes and bring his hands to your breasts and he starts softly rubbing them.

You lean forward and kiss him on the lips. His hands leave your breasts and move down to grasp your buttocks firmly. You push him to his knees and motion for him to lick your clitoris.

As he does so, you grasp his head as your knees become weak. He lowers you onto your back and continues licking you. You squeeze his head between your legs and pull him in further, moaning loudly as he brings you to orgasm.

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