NARI MEETS LUCI
"Naria, I got a new client today. You should meet her." Toby was loading the dishwasher after supper, and bursting with excitement.
"And why are you so excited about a new client? And a woman at that?" Naria was only half teasing her husband. She was really curious what had gotten Toby so interested in this person.
"We had a long talk in between taking her order. She's volunteering at the local theater, and I'm making some special costumes for them."
"And what's so special about her?" Naria was getting more curious by the minute.
"Well, I told her you had done some acting, and she wants you to try out for some parts."
"Toby! I was a fixture on the wall! Not much acting involved."
"Well, that's not even the best part. While we were talking, I swear she was trying to get me to look up her skirt! She sat with her legs crossed, and I could see her panties. Purple."
"Wait, you want me to meet your new client because she let you see her panties?
Really?"
"I know, sweetie, it sounds crazy, but I think she's another you. She likes to show off her body. Y'all might have fun together."
"Ah, now you're talking! When will she be back?"
"She gave me the address where she works. She said to visit her there."
"And what's this person's name?"
"Luci, with an 'i''"
"Ok, I'll go see Luci with an 'i.'"
A week later, Naria was as excited as Toby about Luci. She had visited the theater and Luci's told her this story.
***
Luci had always known she was different. She couldn't discuss that difference with anyone; she just dealt with it alone. And no one, as far as she knew, was aware of her special interest. At least, nobody ever mentioned it to her.
You see, Luci was a sex addict. Beginning when she was ten or eleven Luci began experimenting with her body and the pleasure it gave her. It began with simple masturbation, which she discovered one night in bed and expanded from there. Each day Luci explored different aspects of pleasure, and by the age of 18 she settled on the most pleasurable. Luci loved showing her body to other people, especially to men.
Naturally, the boys in college enjoyed seeing her body as much as she enjoyed showing it, so Luci had a willing audience any time she was horny. And her teachers were helpless when Luci carelessly let her skirt slip up her legs during class. No teacher ever tried to touch her, but they looked.
The guys, on the other hand, took every opportunity to look and touch, and Luci teased them mercilessly. When she turned nineteen, Luci decided to make money with her special interest, and began charging her college peers to get a closeup look, or on a few occasions, a touch. This side gig gave Luci endless pleasure and sexual thrills, and it gave her extra spending money. Luci didn't consider herself a prostitute. Earning money was a secondary benefit. Her main goal was to reach new heights of pleasure, and she quickly found that giving males pleasure gave her even more. The fact that she was addicted to it didn't concern Luci. She was having the time of her life.
Graduation day was a special occasion. Luci had been planning it for weeks, thinking of ways to show off her body. Dressing for it was simple; Luci was naked under her graduation robe. Anyone observant enough could see her bouncing boobs and hardened nipples but not her wet pussy, at least not at first. Luci had a plan to accidentally show her pussy.
Luci made sure to hug lots of her classmates, most of them a full body, tight hug. When one guy discovered she was naked under her robe, word quickly spread and Luci was getting touchy-feely hugs, their hands exploring Luci's body. By the time she got on stage to receive her diploma, Luci's pussy was dripping.
She climbed the stairs to the podium carefully, walked to the center to take her diploma, turned to wave at her classmates, and promptly tripped and fell. She landed with her feet towards the audience, so she turned on her back, lifted her knees and spread them to get on her feet, and waited until a teacher offered a hand to help her up. She heard a murmur from the audience which rose to a loud laughter. As she rose, Luci spread her legs as far as they would go, giving the teacher a front-row look at her pussy, hopped up, and hurried off the podium. Luci pretended to be embarrassed as she returned to her seat, but she was enjoying every second, and she was as horny as she had ever been. Judging by the number of her classmates with hands covering their crotches, they were horny as well. This would be her best memory of college.
***
Two weeks following graduation Luci turned 21. She was now, officially, an adult and had to find a job. She wanted to take a year before going to grad school; not exactly sure what career she wanted, this would give her some clarity. Hopefully, she would find a good job which would allow her to pursue her passion as an exhibitionist. Luci loved that word, exhibitionist. She had been reading about people who enjoyed showing their bodies and encountered the word. It described her perfectly.
Luci decided to begin by volunteering for a local community theater group. After all, finding creative ways to show off her body involved some acting on her part, playing a role. This would offer a natural progression in her development as an exhibitionist. The group had advertised for an assistant director who would be responsible for a myriad of details, which would free the director to supervise the productions. Although she had no idea what all the position would entail, Luci dressed casually in a colorful mid-thigh skirt and white button-up blouse, two top buttons undone, with sandals. At least she would be comfortable and could change as necessary.
On the first day Luci met the director, set manager, and costume designer. The director, Jamie, was a 40ish man, thin, with a short beard. He looked the part, with his half-lens glasses hanging off his nose and usually carrying a notepad. Luci noticed a wedding band. Billie, the set manager, was young, not much over twenty-one, if that, and a beautiful redhead. She wore denim overalls over a t-shirt, one shoulder strap falling down. The costume designer was Hank, maybe mid-thirties, a little chunky but agile. He was carrying several costumes.
"Welcome to our team!" Jamie extended his hand, but only offered a fist bump. Luci bumped back.
"We are so glad to have you," Billie said. "We were getting desperate!"
Hank glanced at Billie and frowned.
"Oh no, I didn't mean it that way. Oh my, no, I mean..."
"It's ok, Billie. No worries. I'm just glad I can help out. Y'all tell me what to do, and I'll get started."
Jamie sat down with the team and led a discussion on each person's responsibilities, describing the next production they were preparing, and making a list for Luci. Hank and Billie told her how she could help them in their work, so Luci made more notes. It was lunch time when they finished, so they sent out for sandwiches, then got to work.
Luci stayed busy all afternoon learning her workspace, exploring the building, watching the others work, and thinking of ways to develop her private passion. She had already made some mental notes. At one point Jamie stood over her as she wrote notes, and she caught him looking down her blouse a couple of times. She could work on that. And Billie had paid more than usual interest in her legs. Hmm. More possibilities.
***
The next day Luci wore another short skirt and a low-cut top. Jamie found many excuses to talk with her as she worked. He had her making copies of the play, collating and stapling them, and stayed nearby to make sure she did it right. Supposedly. Luci was getting wetter each time he stopped to look over her shoulder, and she helped by scrunching her shoulders together so he could see more of her breasts. She already decided she would not be wearing a bra to work; all it did was keep Jamie from his purpose of seeing her tits, and her purpose of letting him see them.
Later that day Billie needed help with a prop in the set. Luci offered to hold it steady while Billie screwed it and had to bend over the prop. Billie walked behind her several times as she bent over, her skirt riding up almost to her panties. And when Billie dropped a screw and stooped to pick it up, Luci knew she could see her panties, now with a wet spot right down the middle. Luci shivered
"Uh, is this helping, Billie? I don't want to get in your way."
"Oh, yeah! You're a big help." Billie jumped up like she'd been caught, and moved to the front, her face red. "Big help," she muttered. She turned around, this time looking down the front of Luci's blouse, the nipples peeking out from her bra. She blushed more. Billie finished fastening the screw and stood. Luci straightened, smoothing her skirt and adjusting her bra to cover the nipples.
"Thanks for your help, Luci. I only have two hands and sometimes it's awkward."
"Any time, really. Just holler." Luci smiled and walked back to her desk.
Luci was busy the rest of the day, helping Jamie and Billie. Billie did holler a few times, so Luci took every opportunity to expose her tits or pussy. By closing time her pussy was so wet she
had to visit the ladies' room. She locked herself in the stall, pulled up her skirt, and rubbed her clit so hard it only took a minute to explode. She wiped her pussy, dressed, and left for the day.
The next morning Luci ran into Hank. She had been wondering if he was avoiding her; he was never around.
"Hey, Hank! How's it going? What project are you working on today?"
"Well, I'm finishing three dresses, hopefully. But something's not right; they just don't hang right."
"Can I help? I could try them on. Maybe they don't hang right on a hanger but would be better on a person."
"It's worth a try. Come on, let's see." Hank led Luci to his sewing room. It was fairly neat, considering Hank was working on so many costumes at once. He chose several dresses from a rack, handing them to Luci.
"Here, try one of these on and we'll see how it looks." Luci took one dress behind a curtain obviously placed for changing and put it on. There was no mirror behind the curtain, so she couldn't tell.
"So, how's it look on me?"
Hank's wide grin told told her before he spoke.
"Terrific!" Hank reached out to tug on a sleeve, then he smoothed the material over Luci's bottom. When he realized what he was doing, he jerked his hand back.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I just, I -- I I'm a tailor by trade, and used to working on mannequins. I'm sorry!" The poor man was distraught.
"It's ok, Hank! Really! That didn't bother me at all. Actually, I'm glad you were comfortable enough with me to do it. So, go ahead, do whatever you need to check the dress." Hank breathed a sigh of relief.
