The subject of exhibitionism has come up a few times. I never think about it much because it was part of discovering my sexuality, enjoying the control it gave me, not just over men, entranced by a glimpse of panties, nipples, pussy, but also women.
Somehow the word exhibitionist crept into a conversation at work. I was a bit taken aback when a friend asked, 'have you ever done anything that could be considered exhibitionist?'
I'd laughed and said, 'You're seriously asking me that?
She nodded. 'You dress quite provocatively sometimes, not that there's anything wrong with it. I wish I had half your confidence. I just wondered if you had taken it a little further.'
Smiling, I said. 'The truth is I like being looked at, and yes, at times being exposed, especially in public. I don't mean spread, naked with everything in view, but subtle 'accidental' flashes. Nothing excites me like the look on a stranger's face when they catch a glimpse of something 'private'. I suppose, in a way, that might sound weird to most, but I find it daring, naughty and exciting.
I often spend time plotting how to be seen. Semi-naked with the curtains open, a flash upskirt showing my panties, or without.'
Their eyes widened, and I smiled, enjoying expressions between shock and intrigue. 'I enjoy the slow building of excitement between my legs when I plot an 'accidental' upskirt or nipple slip. Of course, my ultimate fantasy is a scenario where I get to see the effect I have on the guy with him masturbating for me.'
They looked shocked, but I hadn't finished.
'Or over me, if the circumstances allow, I really like that'.
Fay said, 'when? Not at home, obviously, but where? I can't think of when or where I would do that.' She seemed to think on the last sentence, flushed and said quickly. 'Not that, you know, that I'd..' Flustered, she finished. 'I'm not sure what I mean'.
I suppressed a smile and answered.
'Showing myself off is often foreplay, sometimes in a bar, cafe or office. Sometimes outdoors, sitting in the park, on a train, and even at home in the garden. Getting fucked is secondary to the pure naughtiness of teasing a guy or several guys. I love the feeling of revealing myself a bit at a time, my skirt riding up, showing a little thigh, and then my panties. Casually easing the panties aside just enough to show what they were hiding. Touching a finger to myself, then tasting it, casually slipping my panties down, until it's more than they can bear and they just have to touch themselves.'
'Wait, you said office', Becky gasped. 'You mean you've done it here?'
I answered without answering.
'I find being nude beneath my skirt most exciting because there's the danger of an accidental 'up skirt'. I get butterflies as I step on an escalator or climb stairs, knowing I could be exposed to the people below.
It's the same when I bend over to remove something from a filing cabinet or reach over my desk. Feeling my skirt riding up over my thighs, exposing a little of my cheeks, shifting my feet slightly apart, knowing that I might be showing more, it's thrilling.'
It took her a moment to click that I'd given my answer, and then she let out a little 'oh' and looked to the others. I continued.
'Outdoors, there's the risk of my hem being flipped by a gust of wind. Inside, I have to be creative. Usually, I pick areas such as a staircase, bar or cafe to engineer a 'flash'.
'Do you always go without panties?' Fay asked.
'No, it depends. Sometimes I wear a thong or panties. I enjoy the tease of slowly revealing myself, easing them aside, and slipping them off, which can mean leaving a little damp spot on the seat. Especially if I haven't had any fun in a while.'
'You get that turned on?' Fay said. And I wondered if she had made her own little damp spot as she shifted, crossing her legs.
'Oh yes, there are times I can't help myself, and a finger invariably strays to my pussy, giving my 'audience' more of a show'. I said naughtily. Noticing the reddening of her cheeks.
'To be honest, the occasions I wear panties are probably more exciting because it's a tease I can escalate. 'Accidentally allowing my skirt to ride up, exposing a lot of leg. Then when I have their attention, I shift position, letting my skirt ride higher, showing a little of the material between my legs. I usually make a show of stretching, arching my back so that the lace of my bra pushes against my blouse, showing through. When I sit back, I open my legs a little more, my skirt so high my panties are exposed. Sometimes this is enough to thrill me, but if I'm feeling especially naughty, I casually slip a finger along my thigh and pull my panties tight, so they mould to my shape. Then, when they are staring, I ease the material to one side, briefly exposing myself'.
'Are you ever scared?' Becky asked.
'There's always a brief moment of anticipation as I pluck up the courage and butterflies in my stomach as I open my legs. It makes me feel alive, though. Teasing, having control, it's such a sexy feeling. Full sex doesn't have to happen for me to feel satisfied. Most often, on an 'adventure', I enjoy mutual masturbation as I like watching and being watched.'
'Don't people get a bit weird if they find out though?' Becky asked.
'Of course, although I'm cautious where I pick to have fun. Usually, it's something I've planned. Even when it's spontaneous, I'm careful how I proceed, ensuring control. When I was younger, I wasn't so careful, rumours got around, and I had some negative comments, slut, slag, all the usual insults. Most from either a guy I wouldn't date or girls threatened by my confidence. But I've never cared about anyone's opinion, so it never bothered me. Especially from the narrow-minded and the jealous. Those without the courage to explore who they are and their desires.
The most critical are those afraid of having fun, of letting loose, because of what people like them might say.'
I took a drink and waited for their response.
'So you've not regretted showing yourself?' said Fay.
