I guess you would call me a part time exhibitionist. I've never been to a clothing optional beach. I've never skinny-dipped. I'd like to do both but I've never had the chance. I know that I should but the rest of my life always seems to get in the way first.
I first discovered the joys of exhibitionism when I was in college. I found that it was a great stress beater. It really relaxed me.
It got me laid a few times as well when I did it with girls. I had it down to a fine art. I'd take them to this field near where I lived that was always empty during term time but busy at holidays.
Then while we were lying on the grass watching the clouds I'd say "We could do anything right now and no-one but us would know about it." This would usually catch their attention and they would invariably ask for an example. So I would respond with "Well, we could strip naked and walk around." Then depending on their response to my example I would either say, "Shall we?" or just let the thought drop.
You'd be amazed how many women this worked on.
That being said it soon got a bit tame for me and I didn't get the same buzz from it. Also, I'm sure that some of the girls had shared the experience with others because after a while some dates would refuse to go walking in the field with me and others would be practically naked by the time we were ten steps in. So, I stopped doing it.
I considered applying for a job as an art classes naked model but bottled it. I was still quite new to this exhibitionist life and had never done it in front of more then one person before and wasn't quite sure if I could take that next step.
That was a few years ago now and I still haven't taken the plunge. This is why I describe myself as a part time exhibitionist. This story is about how I was forced to take the plunge and I showed all to a group.
It all started innocently enough. I was out shopping for Christmas presents. I hate Christmas shopping. So, when I passed a well-known men's clothes store that I liked I couldn't resist diving in for a break from present shopping.
I hadn't been into this store for a long while and they had refurbished it since the last time. As I wondered around the changing rooms caught my eye. Not just for the three beautiful women that were chatting at the entrance but also because there were mirrors on the walls opposite the cubicles.
An idea began to form in my head and a buzz began a bit lower down. Present shopping was forgotten. I began looking for a pair of trousers and a shirt that would suit me as an excuse to go into the changing rooms.
It took me a couple of minutes but I was soon successful. I also used the time to check out sight lines from mirror reflections. If I was going to do this I needed to select the right one.
I took a deep breath and walked towards the changing rooms. I showed the assistants the two items and was rewarded with a tired smile and a disk that said two on it.
Through I went until I spotted the perfect cubicle. I went in and hung my choice of clothes up on one of the pegs on the wall. On the opposite wall was another peg so I hung my coat there. I made a token effort with the curtain on the changing room. Not quite all the way. Sufficient to be seen but not enough to look deliberate. I didn't want to be caught and banned as I do like this stores clothes and I do look good in them. I just wanted to exhibit myself.
I stripped down to my boxers. Carefully hanging my shirt on the peg and folding my trousers. Taking my time. Hoping that my audience were there. I then slipped my boxers off. Now, I know that this isn't good form but from the point of view of my objective it was necessary. I thought that I heard a stifled giggle but I wasn't sure.
I slipped the shirt on first. It looked good on me. I took my time checking myself out from all angles. I then pulled the trousers that I had selected on. As I did this I turned to face the curtain and in the mirror I saw a woman's face looking in my direction. This caused an instant reaction that almost got caught in the zipper of the trousers as I did it up.
I could hear footsteps coming toward me. I was just admiring how I looked in my choices. Keeping the pretence up when a hand reached around the curtain. I had been caught. I expected the hand to close the curtain and for a voice to tell me that I had not closed it properly or something. Instead it was pulled full open.
At the entrance to the cubicle stood a woman. She was I guess in her twenties and called Gwen. I know this because her name badge told me. It also told me she was the store manager.
"Come with me please sir." She instructed.
I followed her not quite sure what was going on but still playing my part of an innocent shopper.
"Is something wrong?" I asked trying to sound as innocent as I could
"Just follow me please sir." She intoned
She led me from the changing room to a staircase. We went up the stairs to a room above the shop floor. At one end of it was an office and this is where she led me. Once in there she turned and faced me.
"I don't appreciate your kind of behaviour in my store sir."
"I'm sorry. You don't appreciate your male customers trying on clothes?" I replied trying to sound outraged.
"Don't waste my time. You know what I mean. You showing your body to my staff."
