I reached the wise old age of 22 before realizing that I hated my life. I was living the life I had planned. But it was very boring, very few risks, and very few rewards.
Dating Josh was going to change all that. I just knew it.
Josh was a bit older. He was good looking and had a good job. He was confident, funny, smart, and worldly. He knew how to have fun and enjoy life. I was sure that Josh was what I wanted.
We met through some common friends. All of us were out one Friday night clubbing and having a good time. A week earlier I had dumped my previous boyfriend and I was on the prowl. I knew I had a sexy body, a pretty face, fabulous eyes, and a dazzling smile. I could catch any man's attention, and keep it. That night I set my sights on Josh.
Josh and I chatted a bit. He bought me a drink and asked me to dance. My moves on the dance floor appeared to impress him. I could see the expression on his face and the lust in his eyes. He wanted me. I sensed he wanted to take me home. But, alias, he had driven to the club with friends, as I had also done, and neither of us could go off and leave our friends. Josh asked for my number, but I wasn't going to appear to be too easy. I played the game and delayed, which had the intended effect of making him try harder to get my number. After some extended teasing, I gave in. I knew that I would as I wanted him to call me.
Sure enough Josh called me the next morning to ask me out on a date that night. I was impressed with his choice of a popular new restaurant. Of course I said yes. After dinner and clubbing, we went back to his place. I never intend on having sex on a first date, but for Josh it was easy to make an exception. I stayed all night. By sunrise the next morning both of us had enjoyed multiple orgasms. He was especially gifted and very talented with his fingers, his mouth, and his above average sized cock. I felt for sure I had met the man of my dreams.
Josh was equally smitten with me. He called me regularly for dates. He took me out in style to some of the better restaurants and clubs. And we always ended up in his bed. Never before have I had so much great sex on a regular basis.
However, as we got to know each other better, I began to see a different side of who Josh was, and what he wanted. He became more adventuresome in bed, wanting to try different sexual positions, some I had never heard of before. He wanted to role play with light bondage, using handcuffs and a blindfold on me. One time I agreed to the role play, but I was startled by how he then took advantage and dominated me. It scared me and I said never again. He even asked if I was interested in a threesome, either with another woman, or with another male. I was shocked and told him 'Absolutely not'.
These refusals didn't stop Josh from suggesting other outrageous activities. He enjoyed showing me off to his friends and co-workers. He asked that I wear more revealing dresses, and shorter skirts. He suggested that it would be fun, for both of us, if I would flash my tits or my panties, at his friends and at strangers in public. One time while driving on the highway to a weekend getaway at the beach, Josh suggested I flash my tits at a truck driver as we passed his rig.
"No! I'm not going to flash my private parts at your friends, and not at strangers." I told Josh bluntly.
"But Nikki, you wanted more excitement. I know if you try this, you'll love it." Josh pleaded with me.
My life with Josh became an emotionally trying time. I loved our dates, the restaurants, the movies, the clubs, and the occasional weekend trip to the beach. I really loved the sex, or at least most of it. But I was troubled by his efforts to make me do things I was uncomfortable doing.
And I was becoming unsettled by a new set of feelings. The more Josh talked about me exposing myself to others, I began to feel a different sort of tingle, a good sort of tingle deep inside. I sensed that maybe there was an exhibitionist inside me that wanted to be released. These thoughts scared me, and also excited me. I knew I couldn't let Josh know about these new feelings.
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A turning point in my life occurred one day without my planning. Or at least I didn't conscientiously plan it.
My job was located close to a large shopping mall. Once a week or so I visited the mall during my lunch hour. Sometimes I had shopping to do. And sometimes, like this day, I just hit the food court for a bite to eat. I was having a late lunch, so I was there after 1:30 and there were relatively few people in the mall.
That day I was wearing a cotton T-top and a pleated print skirt that fell to a couple of inches above my knee. This skirt had been purchased at Josh's request, even though it wasn't as short as he really wanted me to be wearing. Underneath I wore a plain white bra and a pair of pink panties with cute little hearts on them. I like cute panties even if I never intend for anyone else to see them. If Josh had his way, I would only wear a G-string, or no panties at all.
I bought a light salad and took a seat at a small bistro table on the outside edge of the dining area, right by where the mall traffic walked by. I enjoyed watching the people as they passed by. Occasionally I caught some man staring at me, as men do with pretty young girls. I enjoyed the attention and considered it flattering.
Something stirred inside me and I felt a new desire to try something I'd never considered before. Turning in my seat, I pointed my knees out toward the walkway. As nonchalantly as I could, my hands pulled my skirt higher as I slowly spread my legs a bit. I wasn't completely sure if anyone could actually see my panties. But the thought that I was exposing myself, and that someone might see my panties, had my body tingling.
Initially none of the people walking past appeared to take notice. I waited for a young man to approach and I shifted again in my seat, spreading my legs a bit more, and pulling my skirt a bit higher. The moment I saw him stare at me, an electric jolt raced out of my pussy and up my spine. I quickly closed my legs and pulled down my skirt. He smiled and nodded his head towards me as he continued to walk on by.
I was embarrassed by what I had done. And at the same moment it felt exhilarating. My heart was beating fast and my pussy was throbbing. 'What an incredible rush!' I thought to myself. 'Maybe Josh was right.'
Over the next fifteen minutes I practiced my new exposure methods. I tried to shift in my seat in a natural manner so as to not call attention to myself by the other diners at the other tables. I nonchalantly moved my skirt different ways. I moved my legs, open and closed as I targeted different men walking towards where I sat.
I had some failures, people who didn't see anything, or if they did, they never let on that they had seen anything. And I had some successes. Some men clearly took notice, even stared up my skirt and smiled. I wondered what they were thinking. Did they think I had mistakenly exposed myself to them? Did they think I was deliberately playing with them? Did any have naughty sexual thoughts of what they wanted to do to me?
Every time a man reacted, with a smile or a nod of his head, I felt another jolt of excitement. With each failure to illicit a reaction, I felt disappointment. And I was determined to try harder, to have more successes and fewer failures. I was becoming obsessed with men looking up my skirt and enjoying it. This was all so new to me. It happened suddenly and totally unplanned by me. I wondered why I so quickly felt addicted to my actions. Why had I become an exhibitionist?
But I really wasn't prepared for what happened next.
I had been totally focused on the men walking by, not the women, and none of the people seated around me. My attention was caught by another young woman, about my age, sitting alone at a table facing me. She placed her hands on her thighs, spreading the fabric of her skirt smooth across her legs as she slightly pulled the hem of her skirt higher. She began to spread her legs towards me.
I quickly looked about. I was certain she was flashing someone and I didn't know who. As I looked over one shoulder and then my other, I was aware that she had closed her legs and pulled her skirt hem back down. There was no one behind me, either at another table or walking along the walkway.
It dawned on me. She had been flashing me. I felt embarrassed and excited all at the same time.
I turned back to the mystery girl and she again pulled her skirt tightly over her hips, pulled it up some as she opened her legs again for me. I quickly could see the shiny red fabric of her panties. I couldn't stop staring. 'What am I doing?' I asked myself.
Just as quickly as she flashed her red panties at me, she closed her legs. I looked up at her face and she was staring at me, with the most precious smile on her face. I watched as she took a card out of her purse and wrote something on it. Then she stood and walked over to me, dropping the card on my table as she continued to walk on by.
I was stunned. I had been intentionally flashed by another woman. And I had watched. I couldn't understand my own reaction.
I picked up the card. The front was printed with the name and logo of Tabu, a lingerie store in the mall. On the back was a hand written message. "I can give you some tips." And she signed it "Ashley".
I knew of the store. I had shopped there for some of the bras and panties I wore. It was in the direction that Ashley had walked. I assumed she worked there and want me to come find her.
The message on the card appeared obvious. She had some tips about flashing. She had watched me, and my clumsy flashing attempts flashing the men that walked by. And she appeared to want to help me.
On one hand, I desired to be a better exhibitionist. I was completely hooked. On the other hand, if I went to Ashley, I was admitting to a stranger that I was an exhibitionist who enjoyed showing my panties to strangers.
