Thank you for the comments. Some people gave suggestions for the story, but you have to remember I am just writing what happened, not a piece of fiction. If I'm not sexy enough, then look elsewhere. :) Also, some people asked how I am now and what I do to satisfy my cravings. As I mentioned, I am just a regular person, but I still need to satisfy myself several times a day. I do this alone or have my husband take care of me, and I take care of him whenever he asks. Sometimes if we are not having real sex, I perform oral on him, or just stroke him while we watch tv, or ask him to masturbate for me. Or sometimes I'll just lean against the countertop in the kitchen while he is having coffee in the morning, and masturbate casually while talking. Sometimes he films me or us (he has dozens of movies), but I think I like it more than he does. :) He knows how I am and doesn't complain.
Anyway, as the summer wound down, I would alternate between Renate's store and Andrea's theater. Not only did I enjoy the erotic play, but I truly liked them both. And, I know Andrea liked me more than a friend, and even though I would not get physical with her, I didn't mind when we would greet with a warm hug and she would maybe pull me a little closer or let her hands linger a little longer than two girlfriends normally would. Having had kind of a sheltered, innocent life before, she was the first lesbian I had ever known, and it sometimes made me tingly to know she was looking at me sexually when I approached. It's different from the way men look at me, but I can't explain it. And the nicest thing about Andrea and Renate is that they fully understood and indulged me, and above all protected me. Although people are more easy going in Europe, I have no doubts at all that they would know how to deal with anyone who threatened or bothered me. I can't describe the feeling of knowing I could do what I did without worrying about a thing.
I went to each place for different reasons. At Renate's, I would go just for the pure lust of men watching me while I teased them. Often I would just masturbate while watching the screen as though I was the only one in the theater, knowing they were staring. Other times, I encouraged them to stand as a group and focus on me as I watched them orgasm. I knew I had the power, and I really enjoyed it. If you only knew how many orgasms I had there! I also discovered a way to make myself able to orgasm several times. When I arrived, I would often undress in Renate's shop and go into the theater completely naked while Renate kept my clothes downstairs. That way, after I teased myself to an orgasm, I wouldn't immediately have the nerve to walk down through the lobby again. But by the time I calmed down, I didn't want to leave anymore and would start masturbating again. Sometimes I spent all afternoon like this, with each orgasm being more intense than the previous.
At Andrea's, I went for different excitement. Although in two summers I never saw another woman at Renate's, I saw many at Andrea's. Obviously some were her friends (I would tell you about them, but this story is about me :) ), but many male-female couples came there too. Renate's was more for the business man who was coming in at lunchtime, whereas Andrea's was more of an erotic getaway, as she explained it.
One day, Andrea said she wanted to show me a different place, and that I should wait for her at a little coffee house nearby while she arranged for someone to cover for her. After we met, we walked to another adult place across the street, and although by then I had considered myself an expert at exhibitionism and voyeurism, I didn't expect this. It was a large building that had a large theater on the top floor, a smaller theater on the second, and a stage with booths on the first.
She wanted to show me around, and we first went to the large theater. The lobby was all red velvet and very nice. In the theater, at the front of the screen, there was kind of a stage where a stripper would come out between movies and perform for a few minutes, and there were perhaps one hundred seats. On the second floor, there was another small theater, similar to the small theater Andrea had.
On the first floor, it was something new, at least to me. There was a round room, surrounded by small booths with windows, and inside the room was a rotating platform where nude women would show themselves to the men. The men put money in the slots, and the window would open for a little while. Andrea told me that although she would love to keep me all to herself, she knew I could have fun here. She introduced me to the manager, and they spoke for a while. She then told me that she had explained everything about me to him, and that he should let me indulge myself. She explained that his place is a little different, in that he has girls working there and they might resent a pretty young girl coming in to play for free, but Andrea told him I was very nice and would make sure I wasn't a bother.
The first thing we did was go into the back room where the girls were waiting to take their turn on that rotating platform. They were of different ages, and all were quite attractive. The younger ones spoke English, and I told them I just wanted to see how it worked. She said bluntly, "It's easy. We go in, take our clothes off, spread our legs, and the men masturbate." They took turns all day, spending about five minutes out there each time. Andrea told me I could watch from the little entryway to the stage and see exactly what they meant. She also smiled and said she doubted she could ever get me out of there again after I saw. At first the girls were afraid that I was going to be an additional girl, which would mean they would make less money, but I assured them I had no interest in money.
We went over, and it was exactly how they described it- a girl was on her knees, rubbing her breasts, and there were several windows open with men obviously masturbating as she revolved around. Oh, how I envied her! I asked Andrea if the girls also liked doing this, and she laughed and said for the most part they were very bored. It was just a job for them, whereas I did it for the sexual excitement. An announcement came up on the speaker that I didn't understand, but I soon saw it meant that the girls were switching, and the girl that was on the platform stood and put on her robe as another girl entered. The new girl dropped her robe, laid down, and spread her legs. Immediately windows started opening, since the men were waiting for a new girl. Honestly, I was so wet, and I told Andrea as much. She said she knew me better than I knew myself, which is why she brought me here.
We went back in where the girls were, and she told them something in German, and they kind of nodded and shook their shoulders in agreement. She explained that she had just told them that I was a very wild exhibitionist (gee, thanks Andrea!), and would gladly take the place of any girl that wanted to have a break, and that I wanted no money. She also said she would tell this to the manager to make sure it was ok, and also to tell him to warn me if any Americans came in, although that was unlikely during the day. I told her that I really liked the idea, but that these girls were so beautiful and the men paying money would be disappointed in me. Andrea laughed and said I had no idea how sensual I was. We agreed that I would come back the next day and spend some time with the girls and I could do what felt comfortable.
We then went back to the big theater on the top floor. In the lobby there was a real bar, and Andrea talked to the bartender, and she introduced him to me. By now I knew she had just told him all about me (can you imagine that in a regular setting? "Oh, this is Jennifer, she has a strong exhibitionism fetish and thrives on public masturbation"), and we walked into the theater for a peek. We had timed it right, because the movie was just ending. As usual, the lights came on a little bit, and the men waited. Then, the music came on and a nude dancer strolled in, walking back and forth across the stage. Andrea and I were sitting in the front row, and the dancer noticed us and raised her eyebrows and smiled. Andrea asked me, "Do you see the difference between you and her?", and I immediately knew what she meant. This girl wasn't feeling the lust I did, and it showed. She was just acting, and although I'm sure the men liked looking at her, it was nothing like looking at me. Already I was planning a trip up here if Andrea would come with me. She had to get back to her place, so we left, agreeing that we could come back tomorrow.
The next day, Andrea once again brought over to the new place. The first thing I wanted to do was go back to that theater on the top floor. Because I had never played there before and it was a man running it, I asked Andrea to stay me for a while if she could. She agreed, she had some words with the bartender, and we walked in. I chose to sit in the back row so I could get used to it, and we settled in our seats while the men's eyes followed us through the room. Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw that there were at least 25 men scattered through the theater. Some were masturbating, but the rest were just there to see the stripper at intermission I think. Again, the people who came here came for a different reason than at Renate's or Andrea's, and the good thing is that everyone would be new and few would recognize me. Just the thought that I would soon be looking at the surprised looks of the men made me so wet. I turned towards Andrea, stood, and pulled my dress over my head, telling her I felt warm. The bra and panties soon followed, and Andrea tucked my things in her bag. By now, three or four men had noticed me, and their eyes latched onto the naked woman whispering to her female friend, probably wondering what was up. Andrea then said something that nearly made me orgasm right there- she said, "I have to go back now. I'll take your clothes with me and come back later, and I'll tell the dancer to expect to see a beautiful woman sitting in the front row waiting for her." Before I could say anything, she stood and walked away, taking my clothes with her, smiling.