My Introduction to Exhibitionism

My introduction to exhibitionism was totally by accident.

My story begins quite innocently, but what developed as a result has changed my life completely. At times I can’t ignore the changes and can’t wait for my next well-planned opportunity to partake in my games, but at other times the realisation of where this could all end up is frightening and the implications can be overwhelming.

I guess I begin at the beginning, as they say.

I was spending my last summer at the beach prior to commencing my university studies. My family has been making this annual jaunt for a number of years now. I always looked forward to spending the time swimming in the wide blue seas and making new summer friends and catching up with friends from the previous years.

However, this summer wasn’t turning out quite so well. It seems that a lot of the old crowd weren’t coming to the beach this year. I guess after the events that have happened people feel safer in their own homes. Sure, there were plenty of new faces, but as yet I had made no new friends.

I was spending my time lying on the beach, acquiring my summer tan, which usually last well into winter, and keeping fit swimming in the ocean. I’m naturally a fairly gregarious sort of person and this solitude was becoming rather boring. It was early too and the beach was almost deserted. Yeah, I’ll admit that I am normally the life of the party (centre of attention) and loved to have everyone laughing at my jokes and hovering around to hear the next one. And without trying to sound self opinionated (I don’t consider that I am at all), I usually attract the guys too. It’s not that I try to mind you, but being the proverbial blonde, 5’10” and with a very fit and athletic body, I attract attention.

Anyway, my story really begins at the end of the first week into my month long holiday. A group of guys, all around 20 or so, had been lying on the beach not far away from me for over an hour. I’d heard snippets of their conversation, when the breeze was blowing my way, and realised they were egging each other on to come and speak to me. I gave no indication that I was hearing anything. In fact, I’d not even looked in their direction, but continued to read my magazine. As much as I wanted to make some new friends, I didn’t think making the acquaintance of 4 or 5 hormonally driven 20 year old guys was my idea of fun.

After another half hour of lying in the sun, and making sure I rotated for an even tan, I decided it was time for a swim. I stood up and brushed the sand of my skin. I adjusted my hot pink bikini to make sure it was covering all the right spots and headed on down to the waters edge.

The feel of the water against my toes and ankle was just lovely. The water wasn’t chilled. If anything, the summer sun had heated the water to a balmy temperature. I quickly walked into the water and immersed myself in the rolling waves. I was a strong swimmer, often having represented my college at carnivals. I headed out further to where some surfers were riding the waves. The waves were a little bigger and stronger here, really testing out my stamina, which I loved. I was getting tossed and buffeted around by the stronger surf, but also catching the odd wave to body surf too.

Finally, I started drifting back in towards shore, just lolling in the gentler waves. I glance to the shoreline once or twice and noticed that all but one of the guys had left the beach. I caught one last rolling wave and body surfed all the way in. Before I could stand up, a voice said, “Hi, I’ve been watching you. You’re quite a good body surfer.” I stood up out of the water and said, “Thanks, I love to body surf.”

I looked up to see who I was speaking to and realised immediately it was the young guy who’d remained on the beach. Glancing at his face I could see a crimson blush had covered his face and thought it quite amusing, as they’d all been quite brash sitting there talking early. I reached back and tangled my long hair around my fingers to wring the water from my hair. I noticed he glanced down towards my breasts, but I wasn’t disconcerted, as it’s often happened before and I usually just ignore the reaction. I know my skimpy bikini top doesn’t cover much of my 34 C bust, but it covered what it needed too.

I asked him where he was from and he stuttered a mumbled reply. Again, I noticed he was looking at my breasts. I’ll admit that I wasn’t disapproving of his stares. I kind of enjoyed the attention. Actually, I could feel my nipples tingling a little and wondered whether it was obvious through my bikini top that they were becoming slightly erect.

I decided to check this guy out and give him the once over. He was a rather good-looking guy, nice friendly eyes, dark shaggy hair, deeply tanned and muscular. I quickly glanced from head to toe and liked what I saw. If I wasn’t mistaken though, I could have sworn he had an erection, which he was clumsily trying to cover up. I laughed at little on the inside at that, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

I looked up to his face again and notice he was now staring more obviously at my breasts. By now, I was getting a little annoyed at his so obvious attention and asked, “Do you always make a habit of staring at a strange females breasts?” He was a little taken aback, but said, “Only when they are so obviously on display.” I looked down at my breasts immediately and realised I had lost my bikini top in the waves.

It was now my turn to blush and I tried to cover my naked breasts with my hands. He said, “Oh, please don’t. You’ve got a stunning body. It would be a shame to cover it up.” His husky voice alerted me to his earlier arousal and the feelings that swept through my body when I realised the reason for his arousal almost physically shook my body. In all honesty, I thought I was going to have an orgasm standing there in the shallows of the water. My emotions were out of control. I wasn’t sure what was happening or whether I could walk back to my towel on the sand.

I did something next that I never thought I’d do. I said, “You’re welcome to look, but you can’t touch and as soon as I get back to my towel I’ll be covering myself up.” With that, I put my hands on my hips and thrust out my chest so that my now very erect nipples stood out for the entire world to see. He was drinking in every glimpse he could get. His erection was very obvious now. This new power I seem to have over this guy was overwhelming.

I quickly returned to my towel and found a top and slipped it on over my naked breasts. He had followed me back to my towel. Once covered I said, “The show’s over now. I hope you enjoyed it?” His quick response was, “You betcha lady. I’m glad I stayed behind when my mates left.” We both laughed at that. He next said his good byes, as he & his mates were heading off surfing up the coast.

I spread my towel back out on the sand and laid down again. The emotions were still coursing through my body. My heart was pounding. What was even more mystifying was the fact that I knew I’d almost had an orgasm back there. My god, what was happening to me? I continued to lie on the towel going over and over the event in my mind; from the moment I heard his voice. I blushed again at my brazenness, but with each passing thought I could feel my arousal rising. I was even panting now I was so turned on.

I glanced along the beach to either side of me and then into the water directly in front of me, but nobody was close by. The next thing I did was even more strange that the previous 20 minutes. I slipped my fingers below the band of my bikini bottoms, saying to myself I just want to see how wet I am. I knew I was soaking wet. So wet in fact, that I am sure there must have been a visible wet patch between my legs.

I couldn’t stop myself from what happened next. Lying on the beach without any shelter I began to masturbate. Initially I started out very tentatively, but within in a moment my fingers were furiously stimulating my clitoris and delving between my swollen lips. I was out of control and my hips were bucking. Within minutes I had experienced the most awesome orgasm of my life. I was groaning out loud, as with the final wave of orgasm I thrust my fingers deep inside and finger fucked myself. My legs were spread wide. Anybody close by would have known exactly what I was doing, but for those few brief moments I didn’t seem to care.

Once the feelings had ebbed and my breathing had returned to normal, I was horrified at what I had done and swore to myself that nothing like that would happen again.

I left the beach shortly after and return to our apartment. Mom and Dad were sitting in the shade reading the papers and drinking coffee. Sanity and serenity was what I needed and this was the place to get it. I quickly showered, as I felt I needed to wash the morning away, and then joined Mom and Dad on the patio.

Nothing much else happened for the next few days, but I do have to admit that in the privacy of my bedroom each evening I masturbated so violently reliving each moment on the beach, that I had to stop myself from groaning out loud and attracting attention. I still swore to myself that nothing like this would ever happen again.

It was about seven days later when the full flush of excitement started to ebb. Oh yes, I could still masturbate to orgasm, but the intensity was waning. I started to wonder whether I could do something silly again, but without being as obvious as the whole bikini top missing thing, which after all was a total accident.

The following morning I dressed in shorts and a skimpy top. The top was so brief that it barely covered my breasts, but did have an elastic band that kept it in place. I wore it over my bra. I decided to head into town and was telling Mom and Dad where I was heading, when Mom asked if I could grab a few things at the grocers. Of course I didn’t mind helping out.

I was no sooner out the door, when I located the public amenities block, across on the beach. I headed over there and once in a cubicle I removed my bra. My nipples were so erect beneath the tight fitting top. My sense of freedom was exhilarating and that tingles between my legs was reaching a throbbing sensation.

I headed into town and walked amongst the other shoppers. They had spending on their minds, but I had a whole different matter on my mind. I wanted that rush again, the rush of exposing myself to a stranger. I wondered how I should go about this. I wanted that immense feeling engulfing me when I realised someone was staring at my nakedness. It had to be male, as I wasn’t into women at all.

I stopped at a little coffee lounge and had a coffee and pondered just how I should go about this. I knew I was so sexually aroused right now and that I was extremely wet. I could feel the moistening between my legs, as I wriggled my hips. In actual fact, I could smell my heat. I wondered if anyone else could, which only further heighten my arousal.

I remembered a little hardware corner store that was down the block, which only had the one male attendant operating it. I hatched a plan in my mind and headed there straight away. I wandered into the store and as luck would have it nobody else, but the young male assistant was around. I spied a small item on one of the taller shelves and knew with a little adjustment of my top first and two long stretched arms the cropped top would slip up over my breasts.

I timed my move exactly, just as the young assistant approached me from the side. I reached full stretch and plop my breasts were exposed. I feigned a sound of surprise and spun towards the young assistant, with my breasts fully exposed. His shocked mouth almost hit the floor. I delayed my reaction time just long enough for him to get a really good look at my breasts before I attempted to cover them up. I deliberately did this in the longest possible time, making sure he was staring, as I thrust out my breasts in his direction. He was so shocked he didn’t say a word. Once covered, I spun away from him saying, “I’m so sorry,” and then processed to run from the shop.

I got out into the open and run a couple of doors down before I stopped. I was nearly having an orgasm again. My heart was thudding in my chest at a million miles an hour. I was totally exhilarated. What now, I asked myself. I couldn’t go home, not yet. Instead I headed back to the little coffee shop. I kind of stumbled in the door and grabbed a table.

Inside there was an elderly couple having coffee, deeply absorbed in conversation. There were a couple of younger ladies sitting near the window, admiring the passers-by. Other than that, there was only the staff busily readying themselves for the lunch hour rush.

I ordered another coffee from the young girl. While she was away, I grabbed a magazine from my bag and pretended to be reading it on her return. My heart was still pounding and I knew my nipples were sticking straight out through my skimpy top. But most of all I knew I was soaking wet from sexually arousal. I couldn’t resist. Right here and in total view of the staff and patrons, albeit under the over of the tablecloth, I stimulated myself to an orgasm. I couldn’t wait any longer. How I managed to remain quiet and not knock the table over as my fingers slipped up the leg of my shorts and found my waiting clitoris I’ll never know, but I did it. I leaned back into the chair and pulled the edge of my shorts and panties aside and found what I was seeking, a throbbing clit and soaking wet pussy. I managed to slip a finger up inside my pussy, as the last throws of my orgasm subsided.

There is now two weeks of my holiday gone. The whole time has consisted of reliving the events of my two incidents; masturbating until I reach the most intensive orgasm and promising myself that I can’t do anything like this again. Yet, somehow I know that’s a promise I am going to find hard to keep.

During the third week of my holiday my resolve weakened again. I was unsure what to do this time, but remembering how much excitement I received in the little hardware store I decided to repeat the experience, but somewhere new though.

I surveyed the shops over the next couple of days looking for the ideal location to do my little bit of exhibitionism. On the second day I found the perfect location. It was a little gift shop, which seemed to be operated by a young husband and wife. It must have been new, as I don’t remember it from last year. I noticed that they seemed to have a set routine and were never there together very often.

All that night I played the scene over and over in my head, wondering what the husband’s reaction would be. I spent half of the night masturbating in anticipation of the following day and the rest playing out my moves in my head.

I arose early and showered; making sure to shave under my arms and for the very first time I totally shaved my pussy. This was a very new and thrilling experience for me too.

I headed into town early, as I knew the husband was there for the first two hours of trading. I needed to make sure that I could time it so I was the only customer in the shop when I put on my little display.

I walked passed the shop 5 or 6 times, trying not to be obvious, but waiting for it to be free of other people. I knew time was running out, as his wife would be here in about 20 minutes.

At last, I approached the door and stepped inside. I adjusted my top so that I could be certain that it would slip up when I reached above my head. I repeated the same routine as last time. As soon as I knew he was approaching from the side I reached up and plop my breasts were free and exposed. Again, I spun towards him, thrusting my breasts out. He was so close I almost stumbled back. He reached behind my waist to stop me from falling. My breasts were almost in his face. He took a big eyeful and said, “Hmmm, maybe you should put these away,” as he gently lowered my top to cover my exposed breasts. His fingers grazed my nipples and he pulled my top firmly back in place. I began to pant, almost in total abandon. He let me go, when he knew I was not in danger of falling. I spun around as soon as he released me and raced from the shop, almost knocking his wife over in my haste.

My legs were almost buckling beneath me I was so aroused. I was trying to control this totally spontaneous orgasm before it over took me. I must have looked quite a sight. A few longs deep breaths and I could feel a modicum of sanity returning. I wasn’t sure what to do next and quickly rushed along a few more shops. I spied the little coffee lounge and headed in the door, as I was feeling quite faint with arousal.

I sat at the same table as before. I was consciously trying to control my breathing and hide my panting breath. The same young girl come and took my order again. It was the same routine as before. I grabbed a magazine from my bag and tried to pretend absorption in its content. A few moments later the young girl returned, placing the coffee beside my shaking hand.

I knew immediately that I was going to do exactly the same as last time, masturbate in the middle of a public coffee lounge. I couldn’t delay my release any longer. Glancing around I saw that nobody was directly beside me or even that close by. Under the cover of the tablecloth my fingers sought my throbbing clitoris. With my legs spread wide, I slowly pushed back the band of my panties, exposing myself beneath the table. I delved straight to my clitoris, as it was aching to be touched. I small spontaneous moan escaped my lips. I knew I had to control myself somewhat, as I couldn’t afford to be caught in this compromising position. I was so focused on my own pleasure that I didn’t see the man entering the shop. I had my head down pretending to read, when in fact I was almost reaching the most intense orgasm.

“Hi, we meet again,” said a voice opposite me. My head flew up and my eyes met the man from the gift shop. Here I was sitting with my fingers delved between my thighs and the man I had exposed myself to, not five minutes ago, was now pulling out a chair and sitting down opposite me. As he lowered himself to sit, I rubbed my clitoris for the last time and my orgasm rocketed through my body. The thought of what just happened a few moments ago, and that he was now sitting opposite me as I played with myself, was more than I could handle. My body shuddered and a little sigh escaped my lips. I realised I was staring straight into his eyes, as all this happened. When I refocused I could see a small smile on his lips and a raised eyebrow, but to my relief he said nothing.

After a few silent minutes he struck up a conversation, as if nothing had happened. I repositioned myself and covered my exposed pussy, which must have been only inches from his knee. He asked some general questions about the weather and the beach. I was so distracted that I am not even certain that I answered his questions fully. He didn’t mention the incident that occurred in his shop, but just prattled on while I drank my coffee. As soon as I could I left his company and headed home to the safety of our apartment.

After some on my sense returned I was horrified at what I had done and how crazy I had been to take such a risk. I vowed never to do anything like that again. In fact, I was so distressed I spent half the afternoon quietly crying and wondering what the hell had come over me. Yet, that night in the privacy of my room I relived every exciting moment of my day, masturbating and reaching the most intense orgasm on more than one occasion.

The remainder of the week went by quite normally and sanely. I had no further desire to expose myself in public and decided that I was again in control of my life. It was a huge relief, as I was quite panicked by my most unusual behaviour.

It was now our last week and Mom and Dad had decided to throw a small ‘End of Summer Vacation’ party. I’d not really spent anytime socializing with Mom and Dad’s friends, as I had been immersed in my own private world, and I hadn’t really made any friends, for the first time ever. Mom asked if I’d like to invite anyone along, but I declined. I was happy to help her organise the night and was quite looking forward to it. We decided on a pool party, even though the pool was for all the apartments. Mom extended the invitation to all the other guests.