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By Annebi19@aol.com

I told Anne, who I had only known for a short time, that my boyfriend and I were going to visit the Field Museum of Natural History in Chicago. I had just learned that she and her lesbian lover had just broken up, so I asked if she wanted to meet us there. She thought that it was a wonderful idea, and told me that she would meet us there before the museum opened.
I was waiting near the front stairs of the museum when, just as Anne walked up, I saw my boyfriend parking his van. After he joined us, we exchanged pleasantries for a little while and then began to make our way up the long stairs toward the museum's front door. As I followed Anne and Greg, I could not help noticing how Anne was dressed. She wore an old pair of cut-offs that were a little too big on her and were cut very short. From my position below her on the stairs, I could see her round white buns inside her pant legs. She obviously was not wearing any panties! She also had on a sleeveless shirt that was cut just above her navel. It's material was light-colored and very thin. When she and Greg had stopped and turned toward me to let me catch up to them, I noticed that her dark nipples were clearly showing through her shirt. I began to wonder who she was dressed for. I was hoping she understood that I would not be interested in having a lesbian affair with her. That was not why I invited her to come with us. I like sex with boys, and never could do anything like that with a girl.
I saw that Greg's eyes were peeking down inside Anne's shirt. He must have been getting a good look at her breasts. Her shirt also was a little too large, and there was plenty of space between the low neck line of the shirt and her chest. Greg, noticing that I saw him looking inside her shirt, gave me an embarrassing smile. Then I wondered if she was dressed that way for him.
Once inside, we strolled around the spacious main hall, and stopped in front of a large stuffed elephant in the center of the room. I watched as Anne bent over a sample of elephant skin next to the exhibit. The topof her shirt was opening even more, and I got a perfect view of both breasts. I could easily see everything there, and Anne did not seem to care. When Greg and I walked around to the other side of the large animal.
Anne continued to examine the skin with her "twins" exposed for anyone who happened to look. I watched with interest as a teenage boy wandered up next to her. When he looked down at the skin, he did not miss the view down Anne's shirt. She bit her lower lip, and bent over a little more. The boy moved back a little and stretched his neck for a better view of Anne's breasts. He was biting his lip too.
"Are you seeing this, Beth?" Greg asked me in a whisper.
"Yes, and I think that she knows that we're watching her too!" I replied. We could still see her breasts from our angle because she was bending over SO far. Greg's penis must have started to stir, because he nonchalantly put his hand in his pocket and tried to move it around to a more comfortable position. I was beginning to feel a little flushed.
"I think that I'm going to enjoy the museum today!" Greg said with a laugh. We watched with amusement as the boy continued sneaking looks down Anne's shirt. Anne must have heard what Greg had just said, because she quickly lifted her head and looked directly at us. She gave us a wink and big smile. We both smiled back at her.
"I think you should get your hand out of your pocket, big guy!" I said to Greg. He had left it in there and was obviously fiddling with his Johnson. Then Anne abruptly walked away from the disappointed boy and came toward us. As she approached, I noticed that her dark nipples were big and hard and still easily showing through her shirt.
"Let's go exploring!" Anne said as she hurried past us toward one of the museum's wings. We quickly followed her into a large room with different kinds of stuffed horses mounted inside large glass cases. We slowly strolled past the exhibits, sometimes stopping to read the informational signs mounted next to the displays. At first we wandered around together at the same speed, but eventually Greg and I became separated from Anne. She had finished looking around the room first, and was sitting on a bench in front of a large stuffed ox near the door to the next room. I got left behind by Greg when I stopped at a fascinating story about the beasts of burden from some pre-Christian period. When I finally caught up, Greg had stopped and was looking toward Anne sitting on the bench. She was still looking intently at the ox, sitting on the bench with her knees apart. I noticed that I could look inside Anne's cut-offs right pant leg - right at her pussy! Greg and I were frozen in our tracks, looking at her pussy.
"Do we tell her to stop flashing us?" Greg asked me in a soft voice.
Actually, Anne's flashing games were beginning to really get to me. "I don't mind if you don't." I continued to feel that familiar twinge playing deep in my guts. A group of college-age girls had caught up to us from behind, so we moved back and let them pass. "Let's see if Anne flashes them too!" I said softly to Greg. We pretended to look at the display that was in front of us, while the girls casually drifted toward Anne's position on the bench.
When they got closer, one of the girls noticed Anne and quietly pointed her out to the other girls. They lingered there, also pretending to look at the exhibit in front of them. Anne was still looking toward the ox, which had her head at about a ninety degree angle from her audience. The group of girls stayed in there for a while, each sneaking their own little peek at Anne's vagina. After a few minutes they moved off toward the next room. When they all had gotten through the door, Anne closed her eyes, lowered her right hand between her legs, and slipped her index finger into her slit. After she wiggled it a few times, we heard a low groan come from her throat.
"Beth," Greg started with great excitement, "she just brought herself to an orgasm!" It was shocking how quickly Anne had gotten herself off. "Let's get moving." When we started to move out of our hiding place, Anne stood up and slowly walked toward the next room. We walked quickly and caught up with her.
"Yuck! Bugs!" Anne exclaimed as we entered the next room. We were in a big room with all kinds of dead bugs inside the display cases. Walking next to Anne, I could smell the aroma of sex that was floating in the air around her. Greg stopped at the first display which was filled with butterflies mounted on a board with long pins stuck through their backs. Anne and I walked across the isle and stopped in front of a huge plaster lady bug.
"I guess you know that we were watching you back there", I said to her with a laugh.
"Sure, I wanted you to see!" She replied. "That's what I was doing, letting people look at me! I really get off on it, like you just saw!" Anne was sounding very proud of herself. "I usually do it alone," She continued, "but it's much more fun to have someone with me, watching me do it to other people." She looked around the big lady bug and down the isle of the large room, obviously trying to see if someone else was in the room with us. The group of girls that and just entered the room were nowhere to be found. The room was quiet and empty.
"Here, check this out. These pants are great!" She said, as she lifted her left leg and put her foot on a bench. "I can flash my pussy any time I want, and it looks like I'm not doing it on purpose!" I stepped back a step and looked inside her pant leg. There it was! I was looking right at Anne's pussy again! It was so wet in there that it looked like she pissed in her pants a little.
I was very surprised at her smugness. "Yes, I can see in there real good." While I continued to examine her pussy, she slipped a finger in-side her pant leg and pulled her pussy lips apart, showing me the pink skin inside. I glanced over toward Greg, who was watching us from behind the butterfly case. We smiled at each other for a second before I re-directed my attention to Anne again. I was not understanding why this was exciting me so much, but I was getting very wet from Anne's games. I watched as Anne began to slowly finger-fuck herself for me.
"I guess you can tell that I'm kind of doing THIS on purpose," She giggled, "and I can tell that you're really enjoying it too, Beth. You're face is all red!" I didn't answer her. I just continued to watch as her finger slowly slide in and out of her hole, making a wet slurping sound. Then she slid her finger up her slit, and started to rub her clitoris. Her pace was beginning to quicken, and her breathing was becoming irregular. She had her eyes closed. Just as I thought she was about to get herself off again, we heard people enter the room from the far side.
She quickly removed her finger, dropped her foot off the bench, and squeezed her knees together hard and squirmed as if she was holding back a pee. We both looked down the isle and saw a small group of Girl Scouts slowly walking past the exhibits at the far end of the room.
"You guys can help me, OK?" Anne asked with some urgency in her voice. "You and Greg go over there and let them overhear you talking about me." She pointed across the hall to a big glass case of mounted grass- hoppers. "I'll give them something to remember."
I started to walk away when I heard her whisper, "Wait, check it out for me." She quickly laid on the bench with her right leg on the bench and her left foot on the floor. She then raised her hips and gave her cut-offs a pull to the side, leaving a huge view of her pussy.
"I think you got it, Anne." I said in a soft tone as I was walking backwards toward Greg's location. The Girl Scouts were about half way through the room when I got over to him. "She wants us to direct those girl's attention to her little show." I told Greg quietly.
"I'd rather just find a stairway or something and fuck your brains out." Greg said softly into my ear. "She's made me horny as hell!"
"Mmmm! Me too!" I confessed, looking down at his obvious erection. "You came in your van, didn't you?"
"Yeah! Great! Lets hurry!" he said, and he began pulling me past the approaching girls. When we passed them by, we stopped for a moment at another display case with bugs inside and looked back. Anne was still lying down, and was pretending to sleep. We watched as the girls got nearer to her. One of them caught sight of Anne's exposed pussy, and silently pointed it out to her friends. We quickly turned away and hurried toward the doors. Soft whispers and giggles from behind us could be heard bouncing off the hard walls of the large room.
Moments later, as we walked through the doors of the bug room, four policemen hurried past us towards the room. We quickened our pace to the museum's front door.
"Well, so much for your new friend!" I laughed as we got outside.
"My new friend? I thought she was your new friend!" We both laughed aloud, and ran toward Greg's van.