Yes, this is my second public flashing experience, and I'm still at the ripe old age of eighteen! Only a lot more happened than simply flashing this time ... a whole lot more. Again this is a true story of the first time I flashed at the Indy 500.
If you didn't read my first story this is what I looked like. I was a very petite brunette with brown eyes 5' tall, 85 pounds, and my measurements were 36D - 19 - 32. Yes, I had very large breasts and big nipples too. I also had a tiny waist, flat tummy, and a firm little butt.
I wore the same pink tube top and blue jean skirt that I wore to the drag races a few months before. Instead of flat sandals, I wore high-heeled sandals. And that's it; except for that little top and skirt, I was totally naked underneath. I was ready to do some serious flashing.
I did some research on the Indy 500 and found that the best time to go flashing was Friday and Saturday nights before the race. The best place was right out on Georgetown road, immediately across from the 500. This is when all the real party people come in with their tents, camper trailers and motor homes.
I called the same boy that took me to the national drag races before. He was now a college freshman. I asked him to escort me to the race. Well, he was more than eager to do it. He picked me up and we got there a little after 8:00 pm.
The west side of Georgetown road was packed with campers. There were thousands of people everywhere, mostly men. Some were sitting in lawn chairs, some were cooking food and some were playing bag toss games. But they all appeared to be drinking beer. It was completely different than at the national drag races where I first flashed. I really thought it would be just like before; however, it was definitely not the same.
The people here were not behind fences, or way up high in the grandstands. Here all the people were right in front of you ... just a few feet away. I was not ready for that at all. It made me very nervous. I was beginning to feel like the first time I flashed all over again.
"Wow. This is a lot different than the drag races," I said to my date.
"Oh yeah. I told you its fuckin crazy around here," he replied. While taking a long look at me.
"You look scared," he commented with a little smirk. I did not reply.
"We can leave, if you want to?" he suggested. In a rather compassionate way I might add.
"Oh no! No, I'm just kind of getting used to everything," I replied.
Hell, I didn't want to sound like a big chicken, especially since I was the one that asked him to escort me here. Heck, the only reason I was nervous was because everyone was so close, and getting drunker by the minute. Plus my date had told me the cops will arrest you if they catch you flashing. Could you possibly imagine explaining that arrest to your parents? Hah!
"Why don't we just walk around for an hour or so, before you do anything" my date suggested.
"Ah, I don't think so," I replied. In the background I heard some of the guys yelling at other girls.
No way was I waiting an hour! I wanted to flash my big tits now. I wanted to so bad I was ready to burst. I was so turned on that juice was already dripping out of my pussy. We had no sooner crossed 25th street, when men began yelling at me. A huge bolt of excitement shot through my entire body. I could actually feel my nipples and clit growing, getting larger.
"Hey, sweet thing. You're looking fine. How about a look at those?" a very big man said to me.
There were several men letting out loud wolf whistles, hooting at me, waving their arms and doing anything they could to get my attention.
My nipples got so hard! I could feel them straining to get even harder. I couldn't wait any longer, so I stopped right in front of them and looked around for cops. There were at least a dozen men and you could tell they all knew I was about to give them a show. Every one of them had turned, and was looking straight at me.
My God ... it really was like the first time I flashed! My legs were shaking (my whole body was shaking) and I was truly scared to death. Yet the scariness just made it that much more exciting. I put my thumbs down in both sides of my tube top, and with a very nervous smile on my face, took in a deep breath, and pulled my top down.
I pulled my top all the way down to my waist, and my big 36D breasts were right out there for everyone to see. I couldn't help glancing down at my breasts. Wow, my nipples were very thick, and oh boy, were they ever sticking way out there. You wouldn't believe how turned on I was right then.
You should have heard the cheering and whistling coming from all the men. Total sexual excitement rushed through my entire body like a bolt of lightning. It ran right down to my pussy, and made it pop a little orgasm. I could feel the wetness trickling out of my cunt.
I felt all flushed in the face. Hell, my whole body felt flushed. I could not even begin to describe how sexually aroused I was, just from flashing that first time. After a while I pulled up my top gave them a little finger wave, and moved on. Oh yeah, that was most definitely why I came here, for that unbelievable rush of sexual excitement!
"Hey! Show us too, show us too, baby doll," the very next group of men yelled out.
I had only walked thirty feet at most when I stopped and gave another quick look around for the cops. Again, I pulled my top all the way down exposing my bare breasts, and again I received the cheers and sexual rush that I love.
Now even at eighteen, I realized right away there is no way I could be stopping every thirty feet and flashing. It would draw way to much attention, and I would get caught by the police. So I decided I would walk at least a block or so before flashing again. That plan didn't last long as I must have flashed at least forty times by the time we got to the far end of Georgetown road which was a little over a mile long.
Holy cow, I was like in flashers heaven. I flashed more times in that first pass than I did the whole time at the drag races. We got soft drinks at a concession stand, and sat down on a bench to drink. With all the hot guys walking around, I just couldn't help myself. So I kind of left my legs spread open. No not wide open, but enough for anyone that was looking could see my bare naked pussy.
Well, believe me, there was most definitely a lot of guys looking. It was really exciting to just be sitting there sucking on a straw while guy after guy, walked past me looking right up my skirt, and knowing they were seeing my swollen little cunt. This was like another first for me ... it was the first time I had ever flashed my pussy.
Well, we finished our drinks, and started walking back the other way. It was like all the guys, were waiting for me to come back past them. I tried to remember where I had flashed before, and then flash in between those spots. Well, that plan went away rather quickly too. I just couldn't resist flashing anyone that yelled at me.
I must have flashed my breasts at least fifty times, and we weren't even half way back from where we started. There was several younger men sitting in a lawn chairs. I had flashed them on my first pass. One of them yelled out to me.
"Hey! Miss pinky top, I got a question for you?" I stopped and looked over at them.
"I was wondering if you could settle a little bet between me and my brother?" he asked.
"Well, if I can." I replied with a nervous smile. That was actually the very first time I had ever spoken with any of the men.
"My brother says you're not wearing panties, and I say you are," he explained. All the other men started grinning and chuckling. After a brief pause he said with a little smirk on his face, "I was just hoping you could tell us which one is right?"
Needless to say that really caught me by surprise. No one had ever asked me about my panties. I was a bit flustered for a few seconds thinking how to answer him. But then the light went off in my head. This is a chance to flash my cunt. So without saying a word to them, I lifted the front of my dress fully exposing my bare cunt to at least twenty men.
A very loud, "Ohhh!" came from all the men's mouths followed by loud cheering.
"Thank you!" the man yelled out in that long drawn out way.
I gave them a smile and the little finger wave, turned around, and lifted the back of my skirt to show them my bare little butt as well. Again there was loud cheering and whistling.
"Nice ass honey!" was yelled out by several men.
Yes, I really liked that "nice ass" comment. I walked on flashing my tits so many times I couldn't even begin to tell you how many. After that first time every so often, guys would ask me about my panties in one way or another.
"What's under the skirt, sweetheart?" most of the men would yell out.
"What do you think?" I would reply, acting like the shy little girl.
"Well! We're all curious what color panties you have on?" most would say.
Again without saying a word I would lift my skirt, and show them that I was not wearing panties. Surprisingly to me just about every time the men seemed truly surprised that I was not wearing any panties. Of course I turned, and lifted the back of my dress showing my bare ass too.
"Nice ass! Nice ass! Nice ass!" I repeatedly heard from all the men.
Oh yes, I really did like hearing those "nice ass" comments. Anyway, I had an 11:00pm curfew, and by the time we got back where we started it was time to go home. Bummer! Hell, I could have stayed there all night long. But there was tomorrow night.
Only there was a problem with that. My date called around 3:00pm Saturday afternoon, and told me he would not be able to go. His grandfather was gravely ill, and his father wanted all the family up at the hospital. Of course I understood, and wished his grandfather well.
But was I ever disappointed at first. I knew there was no way I was going to miss going back there tonight. After a minute, I remembered my parents were leaving at 5:00pm to go and visit relatives at their lake cottage, and they were not coming back till Monday night. I had a car to drive, so no problem ... I would just go alone!
Was it scary going alone? Absolutely! But again, that just makes it that more exciting. I wanted to wear something different. Why? ... Because I really liked flashing my pussy and ass. The skirt I had on was ok, but not the best. So I tore through my closet trying anything on that looked better, but nothing did. Then I spotted this blue jean dress that I hadn't worn in a couple of years.
It snapped down the front, and opened like a robe. I put it on and realized that I had done some growing since I last wore that dress. It was short above mid-thigh, and my breasts kind of bulged out of it; but when I looked in the mirror, did it ever look hot! Even though I couldn't fasten the top three snaps, because of my big tits, I knew right away this was what I wanted to wear.
My Dad (mister right on schedule) left right at 5:00pm. I was so excited I couldn't sit still, and just got in the car and went on. I got there a little before 7:00pm, and the sun hadn't even set yet. But I didn't care ... I just couldn't wait to get out there and start flashing. I parked the car and started walking down Georgetown road.
As I walked I looked down at my dress, kind of checking myself out. Was I ever showing some serious cleavage, and a whole lot of leg! That dress and the high heeled sandals were all I was wearing. I was totally naked under that little dress, and I looked pretty damn hot if I do say so myself!
