I knocked on the door. My heart was pounding. I fidgeted with a button on my tailored pants suit. And then, suddenly, unexpectedly, I was facing my past.
“Hello, Carol.”
“Brian? Is that you?”
“Well, of course it is.” He smiled. I smiled back and embraced him. Brian had been my first boyfriend in tenth grade. He hadn’t changed much physically. He was still skinny, still short. He took my hand and led me around a corner of the foyer and into the hotel suite.
“Oh my god!” I blurted out. “I can’t believe this,” I said, as my hands came up to my open mouth.
I had had five boyfriends when I was in high school. They were all really nice. Now, two decades later, these same five men were standing in this plush suite, staring at me.
Without telling me, my husband, John, had arranged for them to be here. All he had told me in the past week was that my next adventure in exhibitionism would take place in these rooms. He gave me no other information about who would be there or what would happen. That made me excited and nervous.
From the beginning, I had agreed to follow his directions to show myself in situations of his choosing, no matter how embarrassing they might be. That was part of the thrill for me. Even though I wanted to be seen, I wasn’t in control.
Now, regaining my composure quickly, I looked around the room. Brian didn’t have to introduce the others. I remembered them all, even though some looked more different than I would have expected. They all said “hi” with a smile. Each of them embraced me warmly; some gave me a peck on the cheek. Their eyes ran up and down my body.
A couple of these men had groped me when they were boys and I had groped back. But it never went further than that. My clothes always stayed on. They knew me as a nice girl with a nice body. They respected me and I remained a virgin. Later, alone in my bed and thinking of them, I would fondle myself until I came.
Now, these boys-turned-to-men were here to see me, all of me. I knew I’d end up naked; I just didn’t know how. And I knew, more than ever, I wanted to be seen.
For the next fifteen minutes, we relived some of our past. Then, Brian asked for our attention.
“Carol, your husband has talked with each of us individually and invited us to be here tonight. It’s so great to see you again, even though none of us know what’s supposed to happen next.” He smiled and then drew an envelope from his pocket. “Your husband wanted you to read this. We don’t know what’s in it.” He handed it to me. Nervously, I opened it and read it silently.
“Dearest Carol,” it began. “Tonight, you get the chance to do what many people our age fantasize about: meeting a high school flame years later after you’ve had a lot of intimate experiences with others. Tonight, you get to show yourself to five men who’ve wanted to see you like that for a long, long time.”
I looked up from the letter to see them staring at me intently. The room was very quiet. I resumed reading.
“I want you to show all of yourself to them,” John wrote, “and I want something more. I want you to show them your sexuality and let them respond to it. Don’t worry, no one is going to fuck you or have you suck his cock. I don’t want that. These men are here because of you and because I told them that you had a very special surprise.”
I raised my eyes again, wondering what John had said. What did these ex-boyfriends know about me and my “adventures?”
“Your friends know nothing about what you’ve been doing these past months,” he wrote. “They don’t know what to expect. But, without telling you how I know, I assure you that none of them will be offended by anything you do or ask them to do.”
I shifted in the chair and smiled at my silent old boyfriends. Then I read the last paragraph.
“Carol, tell them how you first approached me with your desire to show yourself. Tell them about what you dreamed about doing with them back in high school. My eyes widened as I continued reading. I couldn’t believe what John was asking me to do. He finished with ‘I love you,’ and signed his name in red ink.
I reread the letter quickly, a flood of emotions rolling over me. I was about to do something I’d fantasized about and talked to John about. Nervously, I folded the letter and put it in my pocket.
“Well,” I said, taking a deep breath, “I have some things to tell you. I hope you’ll like my story.” They looked eager to hear what I had to say.
“I’m sure we will,” said Billy, who still had a boyish charm about him. “We’re all ears.” I smiled and tried to control my nervousness.
“Some time ago, I told my husband about how, ever since I was a little girl, I get excited about being nude in front of people.” The guys’ eyes widened and they leaned forward in their chairs. “Since then,” I continued, “John has set up several situations where he instructed me to end up naked. I do whatever he tells me to do, no matter how embarrassed I might be.”
“You, Carol?! You’ve got to be kidding!” said Tom, my football hero.
“I’m not, Tom,” I said, looking straight into his dark brown eyes. Suddenly, I felt bolder, more excited. I stood up and walked over to him. “Will you help me out of this jacket?” I said, turning my back to him. He just sat there. I looked over my shoulder. “Well, will you?”
He stood up quickly and slipped the garment off me. “Thank you, Tom,” I said, as I walked back toward my chair. But I didn’t sit down. Instead, I stood behind it and looked at “my men” who were speechless. They seemed ready for more.
“Charles,” I said, in a little girl’s voice. “Could you come over here and stand by me?”
“You bet, Carol,” he said, his blue shirt glowing against his black skin. Charles was my height and still very thin after all these years. I slung my arm over his shoulder.
“Remember that time when we were at the movies and I stopped you from unbuttoning my blouse?” He smiled.
“I’ve never forgotten it,” he said. We all laughed at that.
“Well, Charles, let’s pretend we’re back in that theatre. Try your move again.”
“Are you sure about this, Carol?”
“I am, Charles, just don’t do it too fast.” I surprised myself with how much in command I felt. There was no embarrassment, no more nervousness, just growing excitement.
Charles carefully undid my top button, then the second one. My collar fell open. As he fiddled with the next button, his hands rested on the tops of my breasts. He gave me the sweetest smile. Now, he could see part of my lace bra.
“Wait a second,” I said, moving to his side. “I think the other guys should see how you’re progressing.”
“Great job, Charlie!” Frank said. Frank was my last boyfriend in high school. He’s very funny and very sexy. I rubbed my clit a lot after dates with him.
The others echoed Frank’s praise. Charles looked at me and politely asked, “May I continue, Carol?”
“Please, Charles,” I said, as I turned toward him. Now, the others could see more of the action as Charles undid the button below my bra and the one at my waist. “One more,” I said, as I pulled the blouse out of my pants. He quickly undid the last button.
No one said or did anything. Then Charles asked if he could help me take off my blouse. “I’ll be gentle,” he said, smiling. I turned my back to him and let him slowly remove the silk shirt. A bit of sweat gleamed off my breasts.
“Thank you, Charles,” I said, in my little girl voice. “You may be seated.” He clutched my blouse as he found his chair next to the others. Then, I began to unbuckle my belt and take off my suit pants. I didn’t say a thing as I looked directly into the eyes of each of them. They kept moving from my face to my pants and back again.
I folded my pants and laid them on a side table. Then, I sat down on the chair facing them, clad only in my black lace bra and panties. I was in control but I was about to give it up.
“My husband instructed me to get naked in front of you, but he also wants me to do something else.”
“What’s that, Carol?” said Billy.