I never thought I'd be one to spill my secrets over the internet, but here we are. My name is Anita, and I would say I was quite a shy girl growing up. Over the last couple of years that's changed somewhat and I've found that I have something I wasn't aware of... a naughty side. A certain fire that seems to become ignited by showing off in public. I admit it, I've discovered that I just love to flash.
I was pretty flat-chested through my early teens, but something happened, and my breasts seemed to grow overnight. Okay, that might be an exaggeration, but by the time I was sixteen I had the biggest boobs in my classes at school. They're DD's, but on my petite frame, they seem much bigger. I have jet black hair, and chocolate brown eyes. I come from Asian descent on my mother's side, but even none of us have ever been to China, we've been told that we look Chinese at certain angles. I've discovered that some boys seem to like that. Some girls too!
I've only had two real boyfriends, and whilst I do consider myself to be bi, I've never actually had sex with another girl. I've gotten close, but it's never quite happened. Also, when it comes to flashing, whilst I love to see other girls naked, I don't quite get the same thrill that I do when I show off my body to a guy. I've flashed a few times now, and I have a few stories to share, but I actually want to start with my most recent endeavour. As recent as today, in fact.
I turned twenty back in October, and for Christmas my parents paid for driving lessons for me. I've never felt to urge to drive, but my Dad said it was a useful skill to have, so I agreed. At the time of writing, I've had twenty hours in the car with my instructor, Henry.
Henry is an old man. I'd say in his late sixties. He's chubby and balding, with white hair (what he has left of it), and he wears glasses and brown cardigans. I should note straight away that I feel quite safe with him, and he'd never even hinted that he saw me as anything other than a learner driver, and he my instructor. He has a daughter older than me, he's a grandfather in fact, so I don't know how he views me really. That same, maybe?
I started learning in January, so it's been pretty cold, and whilst I choose to not wear a coat whilst driving, I do tend to cover up. Baggy hoodies and the like.
I really don't know what came over me recently. A stray thought here and there, I guess. An impulse, a sudden desire to get a reaction from my elderly driving sensei. When I first felt the urge to flash him it wasn't during a lesson but at home. The idea literally popped into my head, and I started to work out how to do it. In the past when I've flashed someone I've made out it was an accident. How would I manage that, with him? I wasn't sure what I wanted from it either. I didn't want to make things weird afterwards. Once struck with the notion, however, I just had to find out.
I had two lessons last week. One for an hour, the second for two. The first of the lessons was on Wednesday, and I started to suss things out. It was pretty tame, I guess, but rather than a baggy sweater I wore a thin sky-blue cotton strappy top. Not that I need much help, I also wore a good bra that gave me a great cleavage. Whilst warm in the car, the weather was very cold and when I got in the car, my nipples were very hard.
Henry commented on the top. Not in a pervy way, or in any way sexual, but in a parental way of "you'll catch your death in that."
There really isn't anything much to report from that hour-long session. I never caught him looking, but this was my first time attempt at showing off my chest in any way around him and I found that quite thrilling, as silly as that may sound. It was my tester.
It was the second on Friday afternoon that I took an actual risk. I wore a checked flannel shirt, a size too small, so it made my boobs bulge. Rather than buttons, it had popper studs and I chose not to wear a bra this time. I knew, with the tightness of the shirt, there'd be gaps between the studs allowing for my pink flesh to be seen.
For the first hour of the lesson, I just got on with the driving. I still haven't found my peace with changing gears and whilst I don't stall half as much, I do jolt the car a bit when shifting the stick, and Henry tells me off for coming off the clutch too quickly. We had to stop and get petrol and whilst I was the one to fill the car up, Henry was the one that go in and pay. It was while he was in there that I decided to undo a couple of the studs of my shirt. The first didn't have much effect, but the second allowed my ample bosom to spill out. I did wonder if there was now too much on show. Should I have do one back up? It was too late, Henry has returned and has bought us both chocolate bars. We set off for the next task of the day.
I was very aware of my bulging cleavage as we went around a roundabout and I was sure, this time, Henry must have paid some attention. I couldn't help but looked down at my own chest. My nipples weren't on show, not even close, but the gaping fabric of the shirt showed that I was clearly braless. I gave several glances over to Henry to see if he was taking in the show, but if he was look he was being very subtle, as I never caught him. This was no good, I wanted him to see!
The lesson came to an end, and we ended up back outside my home, were Henry always picks me up and drops me off. My parents were out shopping and I pondered how I could get him to see me. We picked Monday morning for the next lesson and he wished me a lovely weekend. He was making some notes in his folder on his lap as I removed myself from the car. As normal I left the door open for him but as he wasn't moving, I realised this may be my chance. With my back to him, as I quickly popped open a stud on my shirt, and then another.
I faced back to the car and bent down to tell him to also have a lovely weekend. He looked up from his paperwork and straight into my eyes... but then his eyes began to track downwards, straight to my chest. I gave a quick glance down to check what he was seeing. He was staring straight at my plump tits. My shirt had fallen inwards so my nipples still just covered although a hint areola was clearly visible. I quickly looked back at him.
"Thanks Anita," he murmured, his gaze still firmly aimed at my gaping top. I could have been wrong, but I'm pretty sure Henry was salivating at the sight before him.
I stood up and practically skipped to let myself into my home. I didn't look at him again, but once I was inside, I looked back down at my state of undress. My heart was pounding through my exposed chest and I couldn't help but cup my own breasts. He had received an eyeful, but he hadn't seen everything. Next time he would I promised myself.
That next time had been today, this afternoon in fact. It's Monday, and my lesson was just after midday. I was so excited beforehand. I don't mind admitting that I'd had trouble sleeping the night before due to anticipation. I knew what I was going to do, I just wasn't sure how. I wondered if the last flash would be mentioned at all. Luckily it hadn't been and that was good. I'm sure had Henry brought it up I couldn't have gone through with my plan.
As usual, he greeted me outside my home and told me where he wanted us to go for today's lesson. Today's lesson was all about manoeuvres. He made me do some parallel parking and got me to drive to a quiet part of town where he was going to get me to reverse into a side road. I realised, had I been wearing the shirt from the previous lesson, with me having to stretch to check behind so much, he probably would have gotten quite an eyeful.
