24. Park 1 (1)
Yesterday the breeze felt so cool... but now the wind brushing my skin feels somehow lukewarm. Maybe it's because the dormitory's up on the hill, where the air stays cooler. ...I wish the wind out here was cooler when I'm playing around outside.
I push away the regrettable thought and turn my head, scanning the surroundings. This place does have trees planted, but it's hemmed in by faded old apartments and shabby commercial buildings on all sides, blocking the view completely. No way cool wind from afar could make it through here.
This is that park—the one where I wandered around with obscene graffiti scrawled all over my body, clueless as ever, and nearly got caught and grabbed by some random guy. And now I'm back here. That time, I almost got in real trouble... Just thinking about it makes my head spin and my arousal spike. It was dangerous, but it felt so good. I don't actually want to get caught... but I wish I could feel that rush again.
Today, I came here on purpose from the start, so I deliberately wore the exact same outfit as back then: a white short-sleeved tee and tiny dolphin shorts. The hem of the t-shirt hangs down to my thighs, completely hiding the shorts, so at a glance, it looks like I'm not wearing anything below. That's the precarious "bottomless" fashion I strolled here in.
If I really came out with nothing on below... it'd be insanely thrilling. But this isn't just around the dorm, and I don't have Yeji unnie to help me out—doing that alone feels too scary still. That really would be dangerous. Even if I don't have the guts for that, I did bring my phone and tripod to leave some naughty evidence behind. I'll borrow you guys for a bit. You don't use this place much anyway, right? It's fine if I do. I'm gonna use it for something a little pervy. If you're curious, come watch. No, I wish you'd come watch. I'll show you everything this big sis is gonna do.
The faded white playground and little park stretch out before me, waiting. Dense trees and bushes grow thick, blocking any view from outside—my own private space. No streetlights in the park, so the only light is the faint glow spilling in from the streets, dimly illuminating everything. Here, I can play a little dangerously... and it'll be fine.
I set up the camera on the bench in the corner and stand in front of it. Even in the darkness, the phone screen glows brightly, capturing my image. From far away, no one would see me... but if someone gets close, they might spot everything. It's not pitch black—the phone's light is shining right on me, so they'd definitely notice. Just the possibility of that makes my chest tighten with anxiety.
I casually lift the t-shirt and pull down the dolphin shorts. Up to here, it's just normal girl stuff. But I'm a pervert, so I won't stop there. I slip my fingers inside the shorts. The feel of bare skin against my fingertips sends chills racing over me. Even though it's my own hand, I'm so tense...
The moment my fingers catch on the shorts, I yank them straight down without hesitation. After stripping so much outside lately, taking off clothes doesn't feel that hard anymore. It's like undressing alone in an empty room—I've gotten used to it. But my heart pounding like crazy, that delicious tension filling my body... that's only something you get outside.
This is fun... Even left in just my black lace panties down below, that's the thought that hits me. Who else but me would do this outside? No one but a pervert. I've turned into a total pervert... But I like it. It feels good. The breeze slipping between my legs feels good, the precarious spike in arousal feels good... I don't think I could live without this anymore. What the hell happened to my head...?
Just a little over a month ago, I couldn't even masturbate properly, let alone strip outside. Now I love this shit. I'm such an idiot. But even that's good. A silly laugh slips out of me unbidden. The phone obediently records it all: me grinning like an idiot because I love stripping outside, down to my panties, in this public park that's definitely not a room.
The lace panties are obviously panties up close, but covered by the white tee and seen from afar, they might pass for dolphin shorts. From the side, the panty line riding up to my waist screams something's off—but on the flip side, if it weren't for that, it could fool people easily. Of course, this is all just my guess since I haven't shown anyone and gotten feedback... but it'll be fine. No problems.
...I tuck the front of the t-shirt inside the panties. Now they bulge unnaturally, and against the white fabric, the black lace stands out even more. Dolphin shorts are common, but panties? No matter how you look at it, this is weird. Anyone seeing this would know it's panties. Who'd mistake this for shorts...?
According to my original plan, I shouldn't have gone this far. The idea was to make it ambiguous—dolphin shorts or panties?—and savor the thrill in this empty park. But right now? If someone shows up, I'm busted. Super dangerous fashion. But... this is more precarious, more electric. Just standing here has goosebumps prickling my whole body, excitement swelling.
And filming it with the camera... my panties keep getting wetter inside. Every gust sneaking between the buildings hits the soaked crotch, turning it cold. The camera probably didn't catch the panties getting wet. That feels kinda disappointing. I'm not showing anyone else—just recording my naughty deeds for myself... but if they're getting wet, shouldn't I capture that too?
To do it in this dim park, I'd have to shove my panties right up to the lens. Spread my legs wide so the phone can catch it, thrust my secret spot forward—that's the only way to show the wetness in this darkness. ...So just do it. What's the problem? No one's watching anyway. It's fine.
I glance around—no footsteps of people nearby, just the faint hum of a motorcycle in the distant alley. Plus, it's pitch dark; a passerby glancing over wouldn't see a thing. ...Not that they'd even look this way into the corner.
I exhale a hot breath laced with anticipation and start spreading my legs bit by bit. My slippers scrape against the stone path. The white t-shirt hem, which reached my upper thighs, rides up inch by inch as my legs part. It's not a dress, so it wasn't that long to begin with, but it definitely covered the panties—now that's vanishing.
Knees splayed as wide as possible, my panties come into view. Legs fully spread, pussy thrust forward—I've ended up in this vulgar pose. My knees bend naturally, making the stance awkward. If anyone saw me like this, they'd think I'm a trashy pervert. It's that kind of pose, one I've never tried before.
Panties shoved forward, upper body leaned back to balance—pure pervert shit. Standing in this trashy pose in front of the camera is embarrassing, shameful... but it feels so good, my breath catching little by little.
“Hngh...”
I look like a pervert bitch, a filthy slut dog. Every time I think about what I'm doing out here, that chilling thrill rises... and it feels just a little good.
Even shoving my soaked panties at the camera, I'm not sure it's capturing it well. Everything's dark, and the phone's light is too dim—no way it's picking up the wet spot on black fabric... But since I've started, I want proof on video that I'm a pervert. Only one thing to do.
Can't pull the panties down with legs spread wide, so I slide them aside. The smooth silk peels away, revealing a glistening sheen crystal clear in my eyes. My fingers gripping the fabric feel the hot, humid air. This has gotta be on camera. My hairless slutty pussy, dripping with arousal, soaking the panties— all of it captured.
I haven't even touched it, just stripped off one pair of shorts... and my pervert pussy's already this excited. I thrust it right at the lens myself, begging to be recorded... Not planning to show anyone... But knowing the proof of my perversion is on video makes my hips tremble.