My name is Maria and I'm an exhibitionist. I have always been a big flirt and love the attention of men staring at me so much that at times I have gotten horny over the idea of it. Grabbing their attention isn't hard for me since, like many Latino women, I have long black hair, a voluptuous ass and an ample set of breasts on my five foot seven body. My 38C cup would be hard to hide even if I wanted to.
I don't go out looking to show myself off but whenever I get bored it starts. I will start flirting with some guy, showing a little leg, letting him look down my shirt, whatever, just for the excitement and rush that I get from exposing myself to strangers.
One Saturday afternoon at home in my small apartment the power went out. No lights, no TV, no computer, nothing. It was approaching the hottest part of the day and summers in Florida get pretty nasty. My air conditioning was knocked out too so I went into my bedroom and tossed on a sleeveless tank top and some shorts in anticipation of how hot it was going to get in my apartment. Back in my living room I looked around and realized there was nothing to do. I heard a few voices outside and remembered that out apartment complex was being painted. That is when the little sexy demon inside me took over. I looked at what I was wearing and decided to change for the occasion. I looked for the smallest denim shorts I had, cutoffs that allow the bottom of my ass to peek out and a white bikini top that was a size too small for me, causing my tits to spill out of the top and sides.
I went outside and saw five Mexican guys working a few doors down from my place. They saw me approaching in my tiny shorts and boobs held back by my bikini top and almost immediately quit what they were doing. I hadn't said a word yet and was already enjoying this. A sly, cute smile placed itself on my face because I knew I would get these guys to do exactly as I was planning.
A few of them started talking to me in Spanish and I had to stop them. My grandparents were Brazilian and speak Portuguese, of which I know very little. I tried talking to them in English and they knew the language, which was fortunate as I didn't know how to pull off what I wanted to do otherwise. I commenced in some small talk, discussing the power going out, their painting, anything casual while hypnotically swaying my hips around in a combination of innocence and sexy. I had placed each of my thumbs into the pockets of my shorts gently resting my arms on my sides. A few times I pulled my arms inward forcing my breasts to stand out even further and when I released them they would bounce lightly. The temperature was in the upper 90's and the humidity was maddening, so it wasn't long before sweat began to bead on my skin. I continued the teasing, slowly running my fingers across the top of the exposed flesh on my chest, then licking my fingers coyly. I watched as several of them adjusted themselves in front of me, whether intentional or absent-minded I didn't care; I had them in complete control.