My first time naked in public, back in elementary school, I was scared, but the sex spoke louder.

My name is Marina. Today, I am 25 years old, 1.60 meters tall, 55 kilograms, white skin, dark brown hair and medium breasts and buttocks. My story takes place when I was in second grade. Even though I was young, I already had my fantasies, one of which was to touch myself in public places. I always felt a certain fear and it was not easy to have time alone for this practice. My opportunity came because of a difficult day for the people of São Paulo. Since my school is nearby, I always walked there. I was in the classroom when one of the staff saw you talking to me and the few drooling cats that were there. We were being released from the classroom because of the strike, and they didn't have enough teachers and students to keep up with the class. I was one of the last to leave. Instead of going to the exit, I went to the back of the school that overlooked a park. It had a hole that overlooked a green area, well hidden. That part was adjacent to the swimming pools, which had not been working for a long time, that part was not accessed by the visitors of the place. Since the opening was very small, hardly any of the teachers or staff could pass through it. I thought it would be a great opportunity to fulfill my fantasy, because I was wearing a gym suit, which would make it easier for me. I crossed and went into the woods. I walked in for about three minutes, standing in a spot that didn't face the hole. There I put my backpack on a tree branch and took off all my clothes. It was the first time I'd ever been naked in a forbidden place, the ice coming down my spine every time I heard a noise. More than once I thought about getting dressed and getting out of there. But as time went on, I was able to control my anxiety better, so I walked towards one of the walls, and I stood behind a tree, and I watched the street move, and it was scary, but it was also horny. There was a little bar out front, and I saw some men drinking. I kept testing myself, trying to look at them without being seen. Sometimes it leaves a little bit of my money out, sometimes it leaves one of my legs. I even let half my body out. The strange thing was, that anxiety to be seen gave me a hard-on. I started touching myself, staring at them from behind. It was so fun, man, having fun in that place, seeing the faces and hoping (+ or -) not to be seen. I mocked so loudly, that my sound almost betrayed me. I went barefoot back to where I left my backpack. I got dressed and left the school. I took the opportunity to stop by the bar to buy a soda and to say hello to the guys. They weren't supposed to figure out what had happened, and I couldn't tell them why I was doing it, I just knew that I liked it and I needed to keep doing it. But that's what created my addiction that I've had for over 10 years.