[f] I dressed like a slut on my family holiday…

So this literally just happened this weekend. My parents booked a log cabin in the middle of nowhere months ago and tbh I've kind of been dreading it. Love my parents, but I knew the place had shitty wi-fi, a tiny TV, and no shops nearby.

I also knew that by the third day I'd be going stir-crazy, so when I packed my bag, I slipped in my new lingerie set. Black mesh, little bows, high-cut thong. I hadn't had the chance to wear it for anyone yet, and I doubted anyone would get to see it on the holiday either. But still. It was nice to feel like there might be the possibility of some excitement…

Anyway, the first couple of nights were fine; board games, catching up, long walks through the forest that surrounded the cabin. It was cute. Cozy. But by the third day I was, as predicted, restless. No flirty texts. No horny messages. No vibrator. No porn. Just me in fleece-lined leggings and my mum asking if I wanted to do a puzzle.

I knew it was time.

That evening, after dinner, I took a long hot shower and slipped into the lingerie. No bra, just the mesh top with those ridiculous straps that barely covered anything. Thong up high on my hips. Garter belt. Stockings. I pulled on my thick grey joggers over the top, and an oversized hoodie. To anyone else, I looked like I was ready for a movie night.

But under it, I felt slutty as fuck. I particularly enjoyed the way the lace thong barely covered my soft pussy lips, tugging against my clit each time I shifted position on the couch, and after a few hours of watching TV and hanging out with my folks, I had made a sticky mess in my panties.

"I think I'm gonna go up to my room and have an early night."

"Okay sweetheart, love you."

As soon as I got into my room I peeling the hoody up over my head and stripped my sweatpants down to my knees.

What I saw in front of me was obscene.

The mesh top was struggling. My tits, big, heavy, and aching for attention, were barely restrained, spilling out over the sheer fabric and the stupid little bows perched right above my nipples, rubbing against them, teasing them, the cuteness making it look somehow even sluttier.

My nipples themselves were rock hard, pressing against the mesh, visibly darkened and swollen. The garter belt cinched my waist, pulling down into the lace, my thighs looking thick and soft, barely contained by the delicate netting.

And the thong? Jesus. The triangle of fabric was darkened with cum already, pulled tight against my clit.

I looked like someone ready to be used. Like I belonged on my knees. Like I should be bent over the edge of the bed, moaning into the sheets while someone held me by the hips and told me what a filthy little slut I was for dressing like this with no one around to fuck me.

I stared at myself, thighs slightly parted, breathing heavy, heart racing, and then I noticed it.

Through the gap in the curtains.

A light.

Across the way, through the trees and between the cabins, a window. And in that window, a figure.

The guy I'd clocked earlier, from the cabin opposite. The one with the scruffy beard and the girl who was probably his girlfriend.

He was standing completely still, drink in hand. Watching.

My heart stopped but my pussy only got wetter.

Fuck. Why is being secretly observed so fucking hot?

I pretended not to see him, continuing the preen in front of the mirror, running my hands slowly over the curves of my waist, up to my tits, lifting them just a little like I was adjusting the top. But I wasn't. I was teasing him. Teasing myself.

My fingers brushed over my nipples and I shivered. God, I was aching. I hadn't even touched myself properly and already I felt like I was going to lose my mind. The lingerie was doing all the work. Every seam, every strap, every bit of pressure.

I pulled on my nipples through the fabric and shivered again.

I glanced back at the window. Still there. Still watching. He hadn't moved.

A part of me wanted to close the curtains, to pull on a robe, to be a good girl. I mean, my parents were literally one room over. I could still hear the low hum of the TV downstairs. This wasn't my flat, or my bed, or my usual dirty little routine. This was our holiday. And I was about to ruin it by getting off like a desperate, horny whore while some stranger stared from across the way?

But I couldn't stop.

I paced slowly to the bed, bending slightly, giving him a perfect view of my ass in the thong, the way it cut up high and disappeared between my cheeks, the garter straps pulling everything even tighter. I sat down, legs wide, tits spilling out.

God, I shouldn't. I knew I shouldn't.

What if the floor creaked? What if I moaned? What if I got carried away like I always did and made some filthy, helpless noise and my mom came upstairs to check on me? The thought of having to clamp my own hand across my mouth sent a pulse through my clit.

My fingers twitched.

I looked at them.

Looked at the curve of my inner thighs.

Looked at the mess I'd already made of that little black thong.

Why is it that you know you shouldn't do something, it only makes you want to do it more?

I reached for my phone without even thinking. Not to text. Not to scroll. To record. I needed to capture this. Not just how I looked; lit softly by the bedside lamp, tits swollen, legs spread, stockings biting into my thighs, but the wrongness. The risk. The filth of it. The fact that I was doing this in my parents' holiday cabin, soaked through, on the edge of touching myself while a stranger watched from across the way. I wanted to remember it. I wanted to see how close I could get to the edge. I wanted proof of how far gone I really was.

Sometimes it's just nice to dress like an absolute whore and make yourself cum, you know?

I opened my legs wider and hit record.

[This has gone a bit long so I'm gonna stop there, let me know if you want to hear the rest!]