As it happened, my first experience with exhibitionism occurred quite by chance. I had run out of coffee and decided to make a quick dash to the supermarket early one morning. Thinking not many people would be out before seven, certainly not anyone I know, I donned a pair of loose fitting jogging shorts, bikini panties, a loose, pale yellow tank top and no bra.
Upon entering the supermarket, I realized my nipples and dark areolas were visible beneath the bright, glaring lights inside the store. Slightly embarrassed, I hurried to the coffee aisle and quite by surprise ran into Jeff, a neighbor of mine and my husband, Ron.
Carol, what brings you out so early in the morning? he said, smiling. His gaze drifted down to my nipples, and his eyes opened perceptibly wider. Suddenly, I felt a tingling rush of excitement in my crotch.
Ran out of coffee, I said. Obviously, I didn t think I d bump into anyone or I wouldn t have dressed like this.
Well, I think you look great. Stunning, in fact. Jeff smiled, his eyes still glued to my hardening nipples.
I didn t move, and neither did Jeff. I felt slightly naughty, knowing how much of my body was on display, and I discovered I actually enjoyed the situation. Clearly, Jeff was enjoying it as well. Glancing down at his crotch, I was able to discern an impressive bulge.
Well . . . I guess I better get what I came for, I said, bending over, pretending to read the labels on the coffee cans while allowing Jeff to gaze down the gaping front of my loose tank top. The notion that he would be able to see my bare breasts made me wet between the legs. I squeezed my thighs together, enjoying this wicked sensation.
Ah . . . I . . . it was nice to see you again, Carol, he said. Without straightening up, I raised my head and allowed my gaze to travel up his trousers, pausing to stare directly at his cock, which now was only a few inches from my face.
Very nice to see you, too, Jeff, I smiled, slowly rising, feeling my erect nipples drag against the tank top. Jeff stared at them again, then nodded, his face flushed as he quickly walked away.
So it began. My sexy presentation had been on my mind that whole morning, and I decided to play with it some more. That afternoon, I put on a short white tennis skirt, the same tank top, again sans bra, and a pair of ultra sheer bikini panties. I drove to a shopping mall across town, one I seldom visit. Inside the mall, each time I saw a man staring at me or more precisely, at my tits I pretended to pause and window shop so that the man could get a good long look. And each time I felt that familiar tingling, followed by an increased wetness in my cunt.
After an hour, I decided to take things further. I went into an athletic shoe store and waited for a young, attractive sales clerk to approach, then asked to see a certain shoe in my size. I sat down, and the young man pulled up a stool to fit me with the shoe. I parted my legs slowly, giving him a rather unobstructed view of my very wet bikini panties, which were starting to stick to my pussy.
The clerk slid the shoe on my foot, and I slowly spread my thighs some more and raised my leg, pretending to study the shoe. My action allowed him a clear view all the way from my ankle to my cunt, and I watched him while pretending to examine the shoe. His eyes were glued to my pussy, and when I shifted in the chair, I could feel my panties rolling up in my slit, allowing him an even better view.
Hmm, no, I guess I ll try something else, but thank you, I said, smiling at him as I lowered my leg. His upper lip was beaded with perspiration, and he clearly had an erection. Just like Jeff, I thought to myself. What fun!
By the time I returned to the car, I was so hot I had to touch myself. Looking around and seeing no one, I raised my skirt and quickly pulled my panties aside, sliding a finger inside my drenched pussy. As I fingered myself, I rubbed my clit with my other hand, masturbating furiously.
Oh . . . oh, fuck, I groaned, my eyes closing. My orgasm was approaching, and it felt as if it was going to be a really good one. Oh, yes! I hissed, imagining I was still in the store, masturbating in front of the good looking shoe clerk. In my fantasy he had his cock out and was also masturbating as he watched me, his erect shaft pointed directly at me, purple and menacing looking.
Just as I was about to come, I heard someone whistle. Startled, I looked up to see a man standing at the passenger window of my car, looking in at me and at my pussy. Smiling, he winked at me and made an Okay sign with his fingers. On a wild impulse, I stared directly into his eyes and resumed masturbating. His smile broadened and he looked around, then began rubbing himself.
My orgasm roared through my body as I cried out, Oh, fuck, oh, yes! I bucked my hips, fighting to keep my eyes open as the man continued watching me, his cock hard now beneath his trousers. His gaze alternated between my eyes and my pussy, not wanting to miss anything.
My orgasm was long and intense. The man was openly masturbating with me now, and when I pulled my skirt down and started the car, he appeared devastated. I drove off quickly, leaving the stunned, horny spectator to wonder who in the hell this uninhibited woman could be.
That night in bed, I told my husband all about my day. He became so aroused that he crawled under the blanket and began eating me, coming up for air occasionally, wanting to hear more of what I d done. I tantalized him, telling him how hot it made me to show off my nipples and pussy to Jeff, the shoe clerk and the stranger in the mall parking lot.
Later, after we d fucked each other s brains out, we discussed what I d done in more objective terms. Ron was extremely supportive, reminding me that one of his favorite fantasies was to see me getting it on with another man or woman. We talked about my exhibitionism for a long time before falling asleep, and I was delighted Ron had reacted as I suspected he would.
The next day, I dressed provocatively in the same white tennis skirt and a pale yellow tube top that stretched tight across my large breasts. My white panties were so sheer they were transparent. Ron had gotten them through one of those mail order catalogs, and I d never worn them outside the bedroom. Now I d selected them precisely to aid me in my exhibitionism. The familiar tingling in my crotch signaled an exciting day ahead.
I decided to take the train to visit our midtown arts center. Entering a car, I moved to the back, selecting a side bench seat across from a lone male rider. No other passengers were within five rows of us, and the front facing seats beside me shielded me from the others on the train. The spot was perfect for what I had in mind.
The man across from me was dressed in a suit and tie and appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties. He was rather handsome in a distinguished, silver haired sort of way. He was reading a book, and when I sat down, he glanced up at me momentarily, then resumed reading. After a short while he glanced at me again. My skirt had accidentally moved higher on my thighs, exposing an abundant amount of leg below the hemline. The man was now more than mildly interested. I waited until I was sure I had his undivided attention, then slowly ran my hands up the insides of my thighs, pulling my skirt along with them. I spread my legs wider apart, revealing my panties and crotch. The man was openly staring at me over the top of the book he was no longer reading.
Hmm, I sighed, closing my eyes as I began to caress myself. I slid lower on the seat, angling my back toward the front of the train, my body turned away from the other passengers and toward man. Then I stretched my toes straight out in front of me, letting him see the full length of my nicely formed, long legs. I touched his ankle with my toe, pretending it was an accident.
Oh . . . sorry, I smiled, staring directly into his eyes. Then I closed my eyes and continued caressing myself, moving my hands higher until I was openly masturbating through the thin material of my flimsy panties.
I sighed again, pulling the material aside, exposing my bare pussy to the man. I opened my eyes and looked at him. Stunned, he wiped perspiration from his upper lip, and his gaze darted up into my eyes momentarily, then back down to my crotch again. I slid a finger inside my cunt and rubbed my clitoris with my other hand, masturbating slowly, enjoying the feeling of decadence washing over me. I stared at the man s crotch, and as with the others for whom I had masturbated, he was getting an erection.
I reached up and slid a hand beneath my tube top, cupping my breasts and pulling them free of the snug material. I was close to coming by now, and I was satisfied that the man could see all of me. My cunt was so wet it was making audible squishing sounds as I masturbated. Seconds later I was coming.
Oh, yes! I moaned, almost too loudly. The man hadn t touched his hard on, but I noticed a dark, wet stain in his trousers where the head of his dick was pushing against the fine material. As the pinnacle of my orgasm hit, I pulled my panties up tight into my slit, as if I was giving my pussy a wedgie. I stared at the man s cock and was pleased to see it twitching just from his watching me.
After my orgasm finally subsided, I lowered my top over my breasts and properly arranged my panties and skirt. I got up to leave the train at the next stop, but before I got off, I whispered a Thank you to the man for indulging me. He stammered a confused You re welcome, and I departed the train feeling incredibly satisfied with myself.
I purposely waited until rush hour to return home. The train was jammed with passengers. A nice looking man was standing near me, and when the train jostled us, I subtly backed my body into his, pressing my ass against his crotch. I felt him press forward, against my ass, and reposition himself so that his cock was pressed against the crack of my ass.
He began to get hard, and I trembled with excitement. I pressed harder against him, letting him know that I approved of what he was doing. It was clear that his cock was growing, and he stepped back for a few seconds. When he stepped forward into me again, his cock was fully erect and positioned upward, toward his stomach.
His cock felt very long and thick, and I wondered what it would feel like inside me. He leaned closer and softly whispered in my ear, sending a shudder of electric excitement through my body.
I know you can feel me. How would you like me to fuck your fine little ass?
I leaned my head back and whispered, I think I d like that.
The man continued whispering exciting obscenities in my ear, and I continued whispering my consent. I wondered how far we could go in the middle of a crowded train car. The thrill of what I was doing was so intense, I began having a series of delicious little orgasms.
Oh, baby, I m going to shoot off right inside my pants because of you, the man gasped, bumping me with his cock. I stood on my tip toes for a moment, raising my skirt, then settling back down on the man s cock so it was pressing against my bare flesh. I moved slowly, rubbing my ass back and forth across his cock. Some of the passengers had begun to notice us, which sent another luscious thrill through my body.
Hurry, I sighed to the man, and I felt his cock expand and twitch, heard him groan softly, then detected a growing wetness that spread across one cheek. My God, he was actually coming in his pants, and I could feel it, hot against my flesh. I moved in small, steady circles against his cock as it twitched against my ass.
We remained glued together until so many passengers finally departed we had to separate or risk looking totally ridiculous. The man lowered his briefcase to hide his accident, and I turned to face him. Our eyes met, and we smiled at each other.
You re great. What s your name? Can I call you? he asked quietly. I almost gave him my real number, but in the end thought better of it.
Thanks, he said, kissing me quickly on the cheek before getting off the train. I rubbed my bottom through my skirt, sliding my fingers across the moistened fabric, wondering at the madness that had driven me to do such a thing. I felt a tinge of embarrassment, but it was instantly replaced by an overpowering sense of excitement and a deep desire to continue my naughty behavior. I wanted more. Much more.
That night over cocktails, I told my husband what I d done. I was still wearing the same outfit, and when I began to demonstrate for him how I d masturbated for the lone man on the train, he crawled over to me and began eating me.
You d have liked him to do this, wouldn t you? he said.
Yes, I hissed.
You probably would have liked him to fuck you, too, he said, quickly taking his cock out and inserting it into my drenched pussy.
Oh, God, yes. On the way home a man almost did, I said, revealing the details of my latest episode.
He came on you? On your ass? Ron asked excitedly, pumping furiously into me.
Yes. All hot and sticky. He came all over my cheek, and I came right along with him, with all those people right there next to us, some even watching.
Oh, baby, Ron moaned, and for the third time that day I was about to cause a man s cock to erupt, only this time the cock was deep inside my pussy
Since that day, Ron has witnessed me masturbating for other men. One was a gas station attendant who was cleaning my windshield. Another was a room service waiter at a hotel. Ron and I had been watching an adult film. I was lying on the bed, on top of the covers, dressed only in a skimpy negligee, masturbating while the poor fellow tried to arrange our dinner for us. And on more than one occasion, I ve almost caused some truck drivers to lose control of their eighteen wheelers upon seeing my naked tits on display.
My husband enjoys my showing myself off as much as I do, and someday I ll probably fulfill his ultimate fantasy by allowing another man to fuck me while he watches. Until then, however, we re both very content to simply enjoy the effects of my public displays of nudity.