This story is intended to be read after the one Joanie Discovers her Exhibitionism. But it can be read independently.
After my first semester freshman year, exhausted from finals, and still reeling from losing my virginity and engaging in (what I considered to be) outrageous sexual experiences with Mike and his roommates, winter break (also known as Christmas vacation) arrived, and I gladly went home to my parents with their unconditional love and home cooking. My Mom made all my favorite dishes to welcome me home.
I grew up in this small town, and all my friends from high school were home too and I looked forward to seeing a lot of them. It seems a wholesome change from my adventures during my first semester of college. Little did I suspect what would happen, however.
After a couple of days of rest and catching up on sleep, I looked a seasonal job and got one as extra Christmas help in the shoe store out at the mall. I had worked there the summer before college, so they knew me and were happy to hire me. But now I was a different person.
One day I wore a boat neck blouse to work, in all innocence. Sometimes I am really dumb. Of course, when I would help a male customer try on shoes, my blouse would move away from my body as I kneeled and leaned forward, just enough to give anyone who cared to look a nice view of my bra covered breasts; and everyone looked, it seemed to me. At least all the male customers did. Well, that was not too bad, as my bra was very conservative, and so what if they could see it? All was covered.
But of course this gave me ideas, and on the way home I visited Victoria's Secret, which was also in the mall. The next day was slow at the store, but a couple of men got really nice views of my new lacy, partially transparent bra not doing much to cover my breasts. I did this for a while, and apparently word got out as more and more male customers came to the store when I was there.
I was getting only small rushes from this bit of exhibitionism, since after all it paled in comparison to what Mike had done with and to me, so I raised the stakes and bought a completely transparent bra. The blouse down lookers could see my entire breasts, nipples included. I became popular and sales at the store increased dramatically, and my commissions were piling up.
The week before Christmas I took things to the next level and went braless. That was amazing. My sales skyrocketed, and I was constantly wet between my legs. Then two days before Christmas I took it to the final step: I bought a dress with a boat neck that had the same effect of letting people look down it when I helped them with their shoes, but I went naked under it, with no bra, and no panties.
Now if they were lucky and positioned right, the customers could not only see my breasts, but all of me, down to my feet. Some men must have had great Christmases; it also had the effect of having men try on more shoes than usual so they could get more looks. I was by far the best salesperson the store had ever seen.
When men asked to try on more and more shoes, I had to keep going to the back storeroom to get the right sizes of the different styles. One time my boss, Mr. Ebersmith, who had figured out what was going on, was waiting there for me. I thought he was going to fire me. But instead he said "Come here, Joanie. I see you grew up while at college."
Mr. Ebersmith pulled me to him and shocked me by kissing me. I was horrified, this was sexual harassment, not that I did not create the situation that inspired it. I pulled away and was about to slap him (he was at least 15 years older, too), when I realized he would fire me if I did, and I needed the money to afford college, so I relaxed and let him give me a long and a bit too intimate kiss.
He pulled my dress up to my neck and began to fondle my breasts while still kissing me. Mike and Steve had taught me by example what would come next as his hands drifted south. So I pulled away and reminded him that a customer was waiting, and he let me go, with a smile on his face.
The next day was Christmas Eve, and nobody buys shoes on Christmas Eve. But this year was different for male customers, and I guess you know why. I got turned on showing myself off; everyone knew I was exhibiting, I'm sure, and I knew they were deliberately looking, but there was a conspiracy of silence, and that is what made it work. We closed early that day at 3pm for Christmas Eve. Mr. Ebersmith asked me to stay a few minutes to help close up.
He told me he had a Christmas bonus for me, and he hoped I could give him a bonus, too. I had not even thought to buy him a present, but then I realized that was not what he had in mind. Sometimes I am so dense. He took me into the storeroom once the doors were closed and locked, and he gave me an envelope that had $500 in it, a sum that for me at that time was astronomical. I was so grateful I kissed him, and that was a mistake.
He kissed back and soon my dress was up at my neck again, and his hands were all over me, and they felt good. I was already in a heightened state from all the exhibitionism I had enjoyed during the workday, and actually wanted some release, which I had already planned for later in my bedroom with a cucumber I had bought. I was a bit freaked out by how old he was, and that he was my boss, and especially that he had just given me so much money.
It seemed like prostitution if it went further. I was not drunk, and as we all know by now, when I'm drunk my judgment goes out the window. So I was able to resist, and while he did get to finger me a fair amount, getting me quite hot and bothered, he did not get to fuck me. He was frustrated, as he had obviously been thinking of nothing else for some time, so I decided to give him a Christmas present.
I dropped to my knees, undid his pants, and gave him a nice blowjob, much better than the one I had given to Mike's roommate John under duress. He clearly would have preferred to add me to his fuck conquests, but since he was older, I knew it would be a while before he could get hard again, unlike the horny four of college: Mike, Steve, John and Tony, who seemed insatiable at times. I told him I had to go, my parents were expecting me at home, and beat a hasty exit.
Now with my $500 bonus, plus my commissions on a large number of shoe sales, mostly to men, I was sitting pretty financially and did not return to work to deal with Christmas returns. Mostly I did not want to deal with Mr. Ebersmith again. While at home I began to date some boys I knew from high school that had never before given me the time of day. Sexy events began when I ran into one of them (Frank) at the local coffee shop.
I was wearing my usual uniform after my time with Mike et al, namely a vee necked blouse with a lacy bra, a short skirt, panty hose, and shoes with small heels. I guess I looked very different from when I was in high school, when I hid my figure, and now I was showing it off.
Frank being a healthy young man, noticed. He could not believe it was really the Joanie he knew just a year ago in high school, the girl who was a computer nerd. I reassured him I was still Joanie, and still a computer nerd, but of course that is not what he cared about.
Maybe because we were home in our small town where our parents lived, or because he had known me for so long throughout school, he was not nearly as sexually aggressive as Mike, Steve, and John (and Tony, but he was into my best college friend Mary).
Also Frank did not have Mike's sick desire to put me on display for other men. Women too actually; Mike was equal opportunity in that regard. I must say I sort of missed that. Instead, he was a wholesome, nice guy, thoughtful, who awoke to the fact that I was a woman worthy of his attention. I enjoyed my time with him, especially because a boy in high school had never asked me out, even once. This made a boy from my old high school now lusting for me (and he did it was clear even if he was too shy to act on it) a real treat, even if my times with Frank were a bit dull.
Too dull, actually, so I hatched a plan to spice things up. Our town was about 60 miles from a nice big city, and I asked if he wanted to "go to the city" with me, for a night on the town. Since we would inevitably be drinking, we decided it would be better not to drive home after such an evening, especially in the winter. So we reserved a room at a hotel in the city, and of course I insisted on two beds, and warned him no funny business.
Mike agreed in a heartbeat, and off we went. We went to a few bars, and being an idiot, I drank too much once again. So did he, and probably due to his inebriation he told me he had heard about my antics at the shoe store. Not with Mr. Ebersmith, of course, but with the customers seeing me down my blouse. He was wondering if I knew what I had been doing, and in fact very sweetly assumed I did not, and wanted to warn me.
At this point I thought he was adorable, and my affection for him exploded. Again, I was drunk. So I told him, right there in the bar, that I had discovered in college that I was an exhibitionist. Of course I did not tell him how I made that discovery, or that it was my times with Mike that had awakened this bizarre aspect of me, nor did I tell him of the night being intimate with three men, or anything about explicit sex. I kept it vague and abstract, even though Frank kept asking for details.
Finally I told him a little, that I had got drunk and had got roped into a game of strip poker. Of course he wanted to know how far I went, and I told him the boys got me down to my panties, but they got my friend Mary naked. He was especially interested that it was four boys and only two girls, and clearly he wondered if things had gotten sexual, but fortunately I was not that drunk, and stopped the story right there.
Frank told me that he had thought I might have become an exhibitionist since it would explain the stories he had heard about the shoe store. He told me there was some debate among his friends whether or not I knew what I was doing. Clearly his friends were boys, since any girl would know that no girl shows anything inadvertently. But boys do have their fantasies.