One of my ex boyfriends identified my exhibitionist streak very early in our relationship. In fact I think the relationship began due to my exhibitionism but that is another story.
He loved to work out ways of involving my interest in our sex lives in very inventive ways. The simplest was giving me what he called mallgasms. We would spend time in the mall with him trying to ensure that I flashed as many men (and boys) as possible. I would never be allowed to wear panties and my skirt had been modified so that he could access my bottom and pussy while looking relatively innocent.
I remember the first time well. He had teased me sexually before we even got to town. He was quite aggressive at exposing me when we got to the mall. He had not touched me for over an hour when he sat us down on a small bench at the top of the escalator. Even so I was highly aroused and felt the slipperiness between my legs as I walked. He positioned us as if we were enjoying an innocent cuddle but his hand was able to play with my pussy without being detected.
He set about arousing me as much as possible. In addition to fingering my very wet pussy he also remembered and fantasized about things we had done. He said he was going to force me to orgasm right in front of a witness. I was coiled like a spring and ready to explode on his fingers. He teased me about how cumming in front of someone would appeal to my exhibitionism. I knew he was very right.
We could see the whole escalator and as a man started the accent my boyfriend said that this was the man. It was not the first time this man had come up and past us, he had shown great interest in us the first time. The idea of being forced to orgasm in front of this stranger was overpowering. I wasn't even sure I could hold it back until he reached us.
"You are to make eye contact with him, smile and keep you eyes open while you cum. Do you understand?"
I could barely reply but it was not really necessary. The man held my gaze well before he left the escalator. He seemed to be looking straight into my soul. I was sure he knew that I was about to orgasm and I was determined to show him. I kept looking in his direction but wasn't sure if my eyes were open. I tried to stop my hips from thrusting but this was difficult as the violent spasms threatened to dismantle me.