My name is Michelle, and I'm an exhibitionist. No, this isn't one of those -aholic things, I'm just telling you who I am. Ever since I started growing boobs I saw the looks that all men gave me. For some people this would freak them out, but for me it just made me want them to see more. My clothes started getting tighter and more skimpy, which brought me even more attention.
Now that I'm 18, I figure that I can do as I please. I love wearing short skirts to class so I can see if my teachers will look. For you wives out there who think your husbands don't look- you're wrong. They all look. I always catch the drooling freshman staring at me too. They are mostly just an annoyance, but if I need a quick fix they will do. The funny thing is that I haven't shown all of me yet. Up until now I was fine with revealing clothes.
The mall is my favorite playground. To find these small clothes I have to shop in the girls' section. I'm 5'5" and weigh 103 pounds. I'm still trying to get rid of those 3 pounds. A crop top t-shirt for a younger girl is perfect for me. They are very tight and just barely cover my 34B breasts. I usually try to find white so everyone can see through them. Same thing goes for skirts, and I usually pick cotton over denim because they hug my hips better.
When guys see me coming towards them in my extremely tight top and skin tight cotton skirt, they can't help but stare. I always turn back to see if they notice my thong sticking out the top around my 22 inch waist. They almost always do. The ones who are walking with their girlfriends are usually more discreet, but they still look. I wouldn't say I am gorgeous, but everyone says that I'm pretty. I'm sure my long blonde hair and blue eyes help me some.
I think most guys would think that I get around, but the truth is that I'm still a virgin. I've had plenty of opportunities, but I'm just waiting for the right guy. Oops, I got sidetracked from my mall tales. One of my biggest thrills is when older guys look at me. Guys from around thirty to forty can be quite attractive. I love the rugged look. If I'm with friends and I see one checking me out, I'll usually find a way to get him going. The food court is a good place for that.
When I know a good looking guy is watching, I'll do subtle things like cross and uncross my legs. Their eyes always get big when they see my thong. Just in case they might miss it, I'll do an obvious move like part my legs while laughing at a friend's comment. I make it obvious, but not outright obvious. When I leave I always make a point of waving at them or walking by and touching their shoulder. A few have asked for my number, but I just smile and keep walking.
Another big favorite is my little brother's friends. They are such easy targets, and they all stare at me. When they stay overnight I tease them unmercifully. I rarely wear a bra at home, so when his little friends are over I'll wear a loose shirt and watch as they try to see my tits. I only bend over far enough to let them see cleavage, though. I'm not going to let them see them. Once in a while I'll "forget" that they are there and walk out in just a long shirt and panties.
"Oh, I forgot you guys were here," I'll say. "Have you seen my cell phone?" They will search for it and of course I know where it is. I usually leave it on the floor by the couch, and when I bend over to pick it up they all get a nice view as my shirt rides up and shows off my panties.
"Thanks for looking, guys. Don't make too much noise, I'm going to bed now."
I learned a long time ago to lock my door at night. Many times I've heard the doorknob move from one of my brothers' friends trying to get a free view. I draw the line at when I'm asleep because I want to know if someone is watching me. The towel from the bathroom to my room is another classic to use. It covers more than my mall clothes do, but to guys there is always that hope of the towel accidentally falling or opening up. It never has, but they still look.
Most of my neighbors were all old people, but a couple of years ago a couple moved in next door. I didn't pay that much attention to them, but I did notice when she moved out. My older brother told me he had heard that she was a little too friendly with a co-worker of hers. He was mad, of course, that she hadn't looked next door for a playmate. That's my twenty year old brother for you. He and his friends only think with their small head.
I was friendly enough with Dave next door to know his name and what he did for a living. He did something with computers. He and my dad have a couple of beers by the pool once in a while. The good thing about living just south of Phoenix is that if you were brave you could use the pool year round. I have a great time parading around in front of my brother's college friends. It seems like the only time they come over is to use the pool.
The guys really like my red bikini. Mom makes me wear something with a back to it, so I found a bikini with a micro-bottom. It was like a panty, but short enough to show butt cleavage. The top showed the bottom of my tits and barely covered my nipples. They all wanted me, but none of them did anything for me. They can look all they want, but they can't touch. I've been called a tease many times, but I'll take that over being called a slut.
I had a ton of fun with these guys. I'd walk by them in the house and lift up my skirt and flash them some thong. I never let my younger brother's buddies see my thong, but my older brother's cronies had seen it many times. But still, they weren't as fun as teasing my teachers and everyone else. My parents had seen me in bra and panties, or less, so many times that they were immune to it. They didn't like me dressing so scantily, but there is no stopping me.
My science teacher is my favorite to flash. I'm pretty sure he has seen all of my panties. From my plain white ones, to my frilly red ones, to my see through black ones. It's amazing how clumsy he is, considering he is always dropping his pen while he's at his deck. I pretend not to notice him, but every time he's down sneaking a peak up my skirt. I've only had trouble with one teacher. My math teacher, this old, and I mean Jurassic-era old man, whined to the principal. I gave the principal the pouty lips look, and all was forgiven.
So one night I'm changing clothes in my room and I see my neighbor Dave walk by a window. I quickly covered up, but I soon figured out that with his lights on he couldn't see me anyways. The devious part of my mind thought of something else. I started to get really turned on thinking that he might have seen me. Soon I was trying to talk myself into letting him see me. Once I was sure I might try it, I went into planning mode.
It had to look like an accident, as I didn't want him telling my dad I was flashing him. His office is right across from my room, so I figured that was the best place to try and catch him. He worked a lot from home, so the odds were very good that I could pull something off. His desk faces outside, so when he's sitting there he could see right into my room. I noticed one day that at dusk he could tell when lights were turned on over here, so that was the start of my plan.
The next day at school I could barely pay attention to class. All I could think about was trying to flash Dave. I hurried home from school and sat down to think over if I really wanted to do this. I couldn't concentrate on my homework so I just chilled out. Supper came and went and the sky was finally getting dark. I peeked out of my window and saw that he was at his computer. I snuck back out of my room, turned on my light and strolled into my room.
I did an over-exaggerated yawn so my arms would draw his attention. I saw him look up, so while my arms were coming down from my yawn I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head. I was now standing there in my black bra and shorts. I wasn't looking directly at him, but from the corner of my eye I could see that he was still looking out. It felt so hot to have him staring at my bra. I made a big deal of finding something to wear by walking around, in view, until I finally grabbed a shirt and covered back up again.
To make it look like it wasn't just for him, I left the light on and sat at my desk for a few minutes before leaving. Now that it was over I noticed that I was wet. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. At bedtime I closed the curtains and took off all but my panties. I usually sleep in only panties, but this night was intense. As soon as I was in bed I fingered myself to orgasm thinking about being seen. Now that I had finally done it, I knew the next parts would be easier.
By coincidence, but more likely on purpose, he was at his computer at the same time the next day. I turned the light on and entered my room. I put some clothes away and basically a bunch of nothing until he saw me. I went to my closet and took some clothes out. After laying them on my bed, I took my shirt off. This time I was wearing a normal white bra. I made a show of holding shirts up to me and looking in the mirror to see how they looked.
My mirror was behind my door, which is directly across from my window. I would put up one shirt, make a face showing I wasn't sure, then go grab another one. After pretending to finally find the right one, I next started on skirts. Getting some courage up, I pulled my shorts down and kicked them onto my bed with my foot. I was so hot from standing there in just a bra and thong underwear. I could feel his eyes on my basically naked butt. I tried on a couple skirts till I decided on the right one.
I put all of the clothes except what I picked out back into the closet. Satisfied that I had the next day's clothes all ready, I pulled my loungewear pants on, then pulled a t-shirt on over my head. To keep up the illusion of normalcy I started up my computer and surfed the internet for a bit. I gave it a half hour before I went back downstairs again. I stayed to my routine of coming in later and closing the curtains before changing. I didn't want to let him know it was on purpose yet.
I continued the just bra and panty show for about a week before I finally decided to let him see more. I did my normal after supper change, but this time was different. I turned on my TV, which is on the side of the room, and took off my shirt facing it. This would give him a profile look, and I could pretend I was watching whatever show was on. I gave it a few minutes, then when a commercial came on I acted like I was hurrying to get things done during the break.
I turned away from the TV and noticed him watching me. Reaching behind my back I unhooked my bra and pulled it over my head. I walked over to my closet and grabbed a shirt, turned to face him, and walked back towards the television. He had a straight on view of my tits this way. I could sense his eyes on my exposed breasts, and I pictured him seeing them for the first time. He could see the pale white skin, the light pink areolas, and the nipples that were a darker shade of pink.