Since puberty, I've always been turned on by the idea of exhibitionism, but almost always too shy to try it. They say what happens to you when you are young imprints your desires throughout life, and this is the case with me.
When I was barely 18 and still a virgin, girls consumed my every thought. I became friends with the literal girl next door (an older woman at 19), who happened to have a pool. I spent most of the summer going over to her house and swimming. Looking back, I realize that she was interested in me, but at the time I was too dumb to know what flirting was.
We used to play tag in the water, and one day she was more aggressive than usual, and started wrestling with me in the deep end. We were playfully dunking each other, when she suddenly swam under me and tugged my suit down, and then swam to the wall and hopped out. My penis, which was usually half erect anyway, immediately sprung up, and I was left naked in the water.
I felt a mixture of fear, excitement and anticipation. Long story short, she taunted me with my suit until I swallowed deeply and got out of the pool, rushing over to my towel and wrapping it around me. She certainly got an eyeful of my cock, and as soon as I got my towel on, I regretted covering up so quickly, but was feeling too shy and bashful to drop it again. I mumbled a good bye and rushed home to masturbate, not realizing I could have done something with her.
It was the most exciting moment of my sexual life to that point, and I've thought about that day since then, cursing myself for not showing off more. Flash forward 25 odd years, and I am still fascinated by exhibitionism, but as unlikely to try it as I was when I was 15. Even at 40, the most I've ever done was take off my shirt, or maybe skip underwear while working in the garden.
As part of my recent mid-life crisis, I decided that I should start working out to right the proportions of my 6-foot-plus frame. After 6 months of dedicated exercise, I was feeling better about myself, seeing less fat and more muscle reflected in the mirror. With my new confidence, I started thinking more about showing off my newly-sculpted body. It began with dropping my towel in the steam room and sauna as a test. I didn't get turned on by guys in the locker room, but I liked the feeling of walking around nude. My wife liked the change in my body as well, and our sex life had never been better. I felt more comfortable around her as well, and started leaving clothes off around the house too, with the blinds up.
Susan (my wife) has always kept in shape, but she stepped it up once I started working out. I noticed that she too started wearing less clothes around the house, and seemed less shy showing off her body. I started thinking more and more about exhibitionism, and began to wonder if Susan might share some of my desires. I've always been the aggressive one in the marriage, but I noticed that Susan was becoming more direct with what she wanted sexually.
Mirrors are unforgiving and the extra body hair that had cropped up in the last few years now bothered me. In fact, the more I looked in the mirror, the more I thought about maybe getting my chest and back waxed. Then, I thought about maybe my pubic hair, too? I did the math in my head, and realized that no woman other than my wife had seen my penis in 16 years. Why not kill two birds with one stone and fulfill my 25 year old fantasy at the same time?
It was time to live out my Clothed Female/Nude Male dream. Just thinking about it gave me a surge of adrenaline and made my cock swell. Over the next week, the CFNM fantasies came fast and furious, as did I while thinking about them.
Surfing the web for a salon, I knew that I definitely wanted a woman to take care of me and I wanted to be sure I got some personal attention. After creating a whole fantasy, I didn't want to show up to some spa and get shuffled in and out in 30 minutes without a chance to show off a bit. I also didn't want to go to someone's trailer and be subjected to a dirty bed or worse.
Finally, I found an ad:
Gentlemen: I am a Licensed Aesthetician of 16 years who does Men's Grooming in my studio situated in my home. Women love a manscaped man and you will love being hairless too! I sit and chat with clients before treatments so that they are comfortable before we begin. I specialize in the "Brozilian" wax (the waxing of the male genitals, including the crack). Let me help you show off a new body!
I was happy to see that not only was she attractive, but she had this in her FAQ:
Q: "What if I get an erection?" A: "It's natural for some men to become excited while getting waxed, and it is entirely normal. In fact, an erection is helpful for me to clean the hairs off of the shaft of your penis. I operate in a completely clinical environment and no sexual favors are offered. This is not an erotic service!"
Seeing the warning made me feel better as not only does she see erections but also she won't think that I am some kind of creep if I get hard while she is working.
Taking a deep breath, I called the number provided, and got an answering machine with a lovely soothing voice on it. I left a message, and after a few emails and texts, I had an appointment.
The week before the appointment I was in the gym as much as possible so that I would look good. When the appointment day came, I woke up feeling nervous, like I was going on a date. I laid out my clothes: black boxer briefs, a tight cut solid t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, no socks.
I drove to the appointment, with a raging hard on, but luckily my nerves turned me flaccid as I rang the bell to a little bungalow. A few seconds later, a 40ish plain, but attractive in a MILF-next-door kind of way, woman answered the door. She was about 5 ft. 9in., with brown hair down to her shoulders, hazel eyes, and dressed in what I can only describe as a hippie kaftan with a slight V-neck and slits up the side; showing well-toned ankles down to her bare feet, which added to the gentle vibe of the house. There was a sparkle in her eyes that put me at ease immediately.
I was straining to keep my eyes on her face, but also noticed that her breasts looked remarkably perky for someone her age, so she was either surgically enhanced, or she had some remarkable undergarments on. My cock began to stiffen and I needed a diversion.
Forcing words into my dry mouth I said, "Hi, I'm John... your 2 o'clock."
"Hello, I'm Caroline. I'm glad you found the place all right. Come on through," she said, as she led me into the waiting room.
My nerves got the better of me, and I fumbled at the door, tripping over the door jam. As I did, my arm swung out, and my hand grazed her ass. I couldn't help but feel it a bit, and it was clear that she worked out. Immediately, any blood in my cock rushed to my face and I turned bright red.
"Ssssorry!" I sputtered, "I tripped on the door here."
She looked back and laughed, "Don't worry about it. I should probably get that marked."
We sat down in the chairs, and Caroline asked, "So what are you here to do?"
Immediately, a hundred responses rushed through my head: Show you my cock. Whip out my wang. Come all over that kaftan.
Instead, I said, "Well, I'm a little nervous as I've never done this before, but I want to get waxed. I've been working out and want to show it off a bit better."
