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Celine: The Exhibitionist
(Alice Ebuya)

So now, to get more comfy. Her unpacking completed and fresh from the shower she was looking forward to a glass of chilled wine as she ate a take away curry from its foil container. Another freedom she thought, no plate to wash, no table to set... I can just eat then toss it in the bin.

I've only been in here a few hours and I already love this apartment. Celine looked out from the small kitchenette toward the wide doors that led out onto a small balcony. It was one of the features that had persuaded her that the rent being asked wasn't too high. I will sit out on my balcony in the evening with a glass of something cold and watch the world go by on the street below.

The cork popped and the fruitiness of Sauternes filled the air, it was her favourite wine. And I'm going to sit out this evening she told herself. She had a small coffee table and a wicker chair that would easily fit the small space, and with a smile playing on her lips Celine filled a glass then strode across the lounge and threw the double doors open wide. Instantly the burble of the city rose up to her, passing conversations, the sound of distant traffic... laughter drifting up from the cafe across the street. This is just perfect she thought as she settled her chair beside the metal railings and set the small table to the side. Perfect indeed she added as she leaned against the black painted rails and lifted a foot to rest on the lowest bar.

A breeze rose from the street carrying a mixture of strong coffee and cigars mixed with fresh crusty bread and what smelled like grilled shellfish. All mixed together the aroma was divine, and Celine congratulated herself again on an excellent choice. That same breeze tugged at the hem of the long and baggy t-shirt she always wore when she was home alone, droplets of moisture from the shower lingered on her inner thighs chilling as the breeze circulated. Celine looked down to the street and straight into the eyes of a middle aged man, he returned her smile, and then winked.

Well, that's very forward of him she told herself. She was a pretty girl so it wasn't unheard of for strange men to wink, but never at first glance.

The breeze lifted the hem of her t-shirt again, instantly she saw his eyes shift, and it was that exact moment that with a deep and embarrassed groan she understood.

Her raised foot, the baggy t-shirt and the up-current of air had all conspired against her, in a split second she had seen her t-shirt billow and understood.

From where he's sitting he can see right up between my legs. Quickly she stepped back and pressed a protective hand against her naked mound, the fabric of her top feeling so flimsy under her fingers.

He saw my pussy! She felt her cheeks begin to glow. That man was sitting there looking straight at my pussy, and I made it very easy for him to see everything. Celine took another step back and into her lounge, there she peeped down as she carefully pinched the t-shirt and gently tugged it away from her body. Down between her firm breasts she saw the floor and felt the burning sensation in her cheeks intensify. If the angle was right... then I think he could have seen everything! The thought made her shudder; she had just exposed herself to a stranger!