After my fun time as an exhibitionist and talking with my aunt, I was keen to explore this new exciting side to my sexuality.
The feeling of intense pleasure, control and the confidence I'd experienced while teasing my peeping Tom neighbour was something I was keen to repeat.
As I'd said previously, I liked the attention that I got from the students at college.
Not being used to male attention, being educated in an all-girl boarding school, the glances and comments had been both surprising and flattering. I was now wearing slightly shorter skirts, sitting at mid-thigh instead of knee-length, tighter tops or cream, white blouses that gave a hint of bra if it was a slightly darker shade.
My aunt had noticed the difference, at breakfast, the following week, she mentioned my 'new look.'
'You're dressing more confident recently,' she said, sipping her coffee, adding.
'Since your little adventure.'
She smiled as I felt myself blush.
'It's nice you're exploring what excites you, and it's nice to dress sexy. I guess you're finding pleasure in the attention.'
I said I was and added. 'I'm still nervous, though, which stops me from getting carried away.'
She laughed at this.
'There is no getting carried away, as long as it's fun for you, but there is being sensible, safe and subtle.'
'The secret of a tease is to let them half imagine what they've seen.'
'It's half the fun, the control.'
'That, is she, isn't she moment of, did I just see that?'
'Men are happy with the thought they might have seen a bare cheek...'
She paused, sipped her coffee again, smiling over the top of her glass as she added.
'Let alone a brief glimpse of pussy.'
Gathering her bag, she said. 'Let's shop.'
The first call was a large department store.
We wove our way to the lingerie and stopped at a rack of thongs.
I'd only worn what might be called 'normal' panties.
Apart from a high cut pair, that gave the illusion I wasn't wearing any underwear from a side view.
If I'd lifted my skirt to the hip, that is. I'd only done in the confines of my room, in front of the mirror. And once in the ladies at college, daring myself to do it somewhere, I'd be seen, not yet having the nerve to do it, despite a tingle between my legs, butterflies in my stomach.
Auntie picked out several pairs of thongs, some simple, others lacy and sheer.
With a smile and, 'ahh, there we are,' she examined a tiny pair.
The colour of which described as 'nude' on the label.
She dangled them from a finger, a naughty look on her face.
'These are so much fun, the slightest, 'flash' will have poor guys convinced they have seen 'everything' when all they've seen is panties.'
She added matching bras to the thongs and paid, despite my protests that I should.
"My tutoring, my treat.' She said over a coffee.
'We are so much alike, you and I.'
I felt flattered at that.
'I want you to experience all the delights and thrills of being a strong, confident lady, someone who's not afraid to explore and enjoy sex.'
'So many don't, settling for what's considered normal, decent, so boring.' She said sadly.
We continued shopping, and next, she picked out several tops of the cliche, secretarial type, sheer, silky, cream, white, off white blouses, some loose, some fitted.
It wasn't far from what I usually wore, pretty much my usual 'look,' although not usually so see-thru.'
'The right lace bra under these will look stunningly sexy.' She said. 'The white one with this white balconette bra will give a real treat to some lucky man.'
She held them up.
'Just sheer enough to give a hint of nipple in the right light, the dark subtly showing through, and just light enough to tease the shape of the breast, the contrast of skin spilling over the top of the white lace.'
I was a little embarrassed, excited, and wondering about my aunt.
She was private about her life, had never married, was hugely successful, yet grounded, living well, with nice things. She never attached or committed to anyone she dated and never brought anyone home, usually ending her evenings at a hotel.
When I'd asked her why, she'd just tapped the side of her nose, winked and said, 'neutral ground.'
Next, we shopped for skirts.
'Short is good,' she said.
'But it's easy to look desperate, like a tart if it's too extreme, giving too much away spoils the tease.'
'Top of the thigh, just an inch or so under the buttocks, is such a thrill, it takes real care not to show anything, remembering to keep the knees together when stooping to pick things up or sitting down takes effort.'
She had that naughty smile on her lips again.
'Reaching up or bending over a desk is such a risk.'
'Guys will be glued to you, waiting for that slip, almost holding their breath in anticipation. It's tense and exciting, empowering because you control what they see. It's also a thrill because you have to be so controlled and aware of 'slip ups' if you don't want to put on a show.'
She licked her lips, eyes sparkling, a slight blush to her cheeks.
'The fun of the nude colour panties isn't just in giving the impression they've seen more than they have.'
'It's slipping them off later, then giving the same teasing glimpse between your legs.'
My heart raced a little at the thought.
'The next time, holding the pose, making it that fraction longer before you bring your knees together.'
'The look on their face when they realise they were mistaken, but wow, not this time, the lust there, the animal desire, it's a rush.'
She gave a little laugh.
