Beth woke up feeling crazy horny. Ideas were whirring around in her head about how to fill this free day and satisfy her cravings for exhibitionism. She had run the idea over in her head a hundred times, but could she really pull it off? Would it be safe? And when it came down to it, how far would she really go?
Beth's story... I got out of the shower and looked through my underwear and clothes collection to decide what the perfect outfit would be for today.
Another chilly early spring morning with typical British weather. Still, at least it was dry.
After showering and washing my hair, I took time to wash and soap my body all over, I wanted to smell good all over for my exciting day ahead. I shaved and trimmed my pubic hair to a perfect landing strip, short and slim and perfectly kept. Underwear was very important, so I selected a white thong with a pretty bow at the front.
The front was see thru showing off my landing strip and the sides had two little strings showing my skin in between. I always felt sexy in a thong and this was my favorite. The bra that matched it was also sheer and had a similar bow in the middle above the clasp.
My dark and large nipples showed through without being erect. Once erect, you really couldn't miss them.
At 5''5' and just over 10 stone, I am happy with my body. My legs are slim and long and my prize asset is my ass - which has been described on more than one occasion as peachy!
I am fortunate to also be well blessed in the breast department. 36D, all natural and very noticeable. I buy bras that accentuate my cleavage and love to tease by wearing tight tops or undoing a couple of buttons on my blouse to show my cleavage off. My bras push my breasts together making my cleavage very inviting.
I take time to put a little make up on and some lipgloss, bright pink. I tie my hair up so my neck is also on display. When I wear an open neck top, my large breasts look even bigger with my neck on full display.
So for today I choose a black jumper with a wide rim neck. It hugs my breasts and tummy and rises just above my midriff. I also opt for a black skirt, short and frilly. It offers good flashing possibilities with my little white thong underneath and easy access should I want to allow wandering hands.
A very light overcoat, also black and some slip on back loafers completes my look. Stylish, confident and sexy, with a hint of slut if I pull up my top or skirt.
My lingerie is stylish as well as sexy, but could also be quite slutty if I decide to pop a boob out or pull my thong to one side. A uniform of possibilities, perfect for my plans for the day, a day I have planned for weeks and am finally going through with.
You've probably guessed by now that I am an exhibitionist, or a budding one at least. The thrill of showing off my body for a grateful recipient sends shockwaves through me.
The thought of the pleasure my tight pert butt cheeks in my white thong would give to a grateful receiver I find mesmerizingly sexy.
Showing cleavage and more to a lusting guy is a huge turn on, I have found my sexual calling and I aim to please.
However, the target audience is also very clear. Putting on a show for a young stud or someone around my age (I'm 24), has little or no appeal to me. There is no-one more grateful than an older man. A dirty old man. A perverted old man. A peeping Tom.
Nothing could thrill me more than to be the object of desire for one of the above, well maybe two of the above, maybe make that three!
When I dressed I had 'him' in mind, how he would react when I reveal myself to him. I take care to ensure I look good, feel good, smell good and taste good. If a dirty old man is going to get lucky, then he is going to get it in abundance with me.
I leave the house and have plenty of money and spare change to make a number of bus journeys. Although I have plotted this out before, I have no idea when to strike, when I will feel that I have the right audience. So I wait on the bus stop to take the ride into town, it is around 40 minutes in total with quite a few stops.
It is just before 10am, the rush hour is over and hopefully there will be one or two retired men on the bus, unaware of the surprise that awaits them if circumstances are right.
I smile at the bus driver and pay my fare. I walk to the stairs and start to climb the winding staircase, the stairs are close together and I have to hold on to avoid slipping. As I approach the top floor I scan around to see who is sitting where. An older woman at the front of the bus and an older couple towards the back. Crap! not what I was hoping for.
Oh well, I will start the journey and see who joins the ride as we progress into town.
I walk past the older couple at the back of the bus and they smile at me, I take a seat just two rows behind them to their left. I look out of the window as the bus pulls away, hoping that an older male passenger joins us on the trip.
The older lady at the front of the bus gets off at the first stop and an older guy gets on. I feel a sense of excitement as the bus pulls away and I wait for him to climb the stairs.
I plan to smile provocatively as he appears at the top of the stairs to entice him to sit near me, but disappointingly he never appears, he must have stayed on the lower deck. Trying not to get frustrated I feel a little disappointed that I haven't got off to the best start.
As the bus approaches a further stop, the older couple in front of me start to move around and gather their bags and coats.