In high school I hadn't been considered a hottie or wild child so I didn't attract a lot of boyfriends. I had a tight petite body with unimpressive but perky b-cup breasts. My mom always told me "Big boobs aren't everything, Pam. You have a really cute butt." I agree with her but guys that age seemed to focus more on breasts than booty. My face was kind of cute but nothing exceptional. I like to think I looked nice but I was not the kind of girl who turned heads. The female to male ratio in my high school class was about 2:1 so I didn't always have a boyfriend. I think that is where my fascination with exhibitionism originated. For as long as I can remember I entertained myself with exhibitionist fantasies where boys lusted after my body. I lived in a small town where wagging tongues can ruin a girl's reputation so I was careful not to live out any of my crazy public fantasies. I was a closet exhibitionist for years before finally enjoying my first real experience. Yes, I know 'closet exhibitionist' is an oxymoron, but allow me to explain. I was always fascinated with the idea of exhibitionism, but my adolescent activities were limited to risk taking where I never actually got caught. Was it really exhibitionism if nobody ever saw me? My first opportunity to experience the fetish for real was during my freshman year in college.
All freshmen girls were housed in Burnett Hall which was a sprawling complex that took up almost an entire city block. I was fortunate to have a room in a wing that was across the street from Dommer Hall which was a co-ed dorm. Luckier still, my room was directly across from the male half of Dommer Hall. It was a perfect set up to do some window dressing.
Both of my roommates had jobs in the dorm cafeteria so I had a couple hours each evening when I had the room to myself while they were at work. In the winter it got dark early so by supper time it was easy to see into the room from across the street. My dorm room had three windows side by side to create one large window that was perfect for viewing into the room. (I've been told those were Chicago Style windows.) I toyed with and fantasized about the idea of window dressing for a few weeks before I actually tried it.
My first attempt was actually pretty tame. I wanted to show off but was paranoid about being identified so I tried to limit the size of my audience by only opening the curtains about a third of the way. By having the curtains only partially open it helped create the illusion that I had been careless in closing the curtains and my exposure was accidental.
My heart was racing before I even took anything off. I couldn't believe I was finally going to get to fulfill a fantasy. Since I wanted the exposure to appear accidental I didn't put on a big show. I simply undressed as I normally would. I stripped down to my bra and thong panties then moved about the room to collect my shower caddy and towel. I turned in profile to the window and removed my bra to reveal my small breasts briefly before turning my back to the window. I removed my panties to stand totally naked for a few seconds before wrapping a towel around myself, picking up my shower caddy, then leaving the room to go down the hall to the showers.
As tame and as quick as the strip show was, I was still exceptionally excited and aroused from what I had done. I didn't even know if anybody saw me, but I was still thrilled to have done something so daring.
I took a quick shower then wrapped in the towel to return to my room. Once inside the room I dropped the towel to again stand naked on display. I stepped into some panties then pretended to suddenly realize the curtains were partially open. In a mock panic I rushed to the window to close the curtains and end the show.
During the show I had avoided looking out the window so I could pretend didn't know the curtains were open. I only managed a few quick glances towards the window and I never actually saw anybody watching me. Still, it was an incredible turn on and I was so proud of myself for doing something so naughty. In my hometown I had a reputation for being a good girl so it was fun to experiment with a different persona. My roommates even considered me to be innocent and a bit naΓ―ve (I actually was) so the activity was very uncharacteristic of my public persona.
I survived the experience with no negative repercussions. Nobody seemed to have identified me, I didn't even know if anybody had seen me. I began to regret not prolonging the nudity longer and putting on a more salacious show. Over the course of the next couple of weeks I couldn't shake the thrilling experience from my head. I didn't obsess about it but when my mind was idle my thoughts always drifted to the desire to do it again. I tried to think of ways to stretch out my time in the nude but still make it look natural.
After a few weeks I made my second attempt at window dressing. This adventure took a little more preparation than the first time. We had a dresser set against one side wall with a large mirror on top of it. I propped a small mirror up on the dresser and positioned it so I could glance at it to see out the window. That would allow me to subtly check out any potential audience without looking directly at the window. I set my shower supplies in different locations within the room. That would allow me to move back and forth through the room to collect them after I got naked, thus prolonging the show. I then opened the curtains 2/3rds of the way to create a larger viewing area than before. The curtains were still partially closed to hopefully create the illusion that I had been careless in closing them. I then left the room for an early and very quick supper.
My stomach was so full of butterflies that I could barely eat anything. That was fine since it kept my time in the cafeteria very brief. When I returned to the room I turned on the lights and moved about the room for a few minutes in the hope of catching the attention of some guys. It wasn't long until I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it to reveal my skimpiest lace bra. From a distance any observers probably couldn't detect the sheerness of the bra but I still felt excited to be showing it off. Next I opened my skin tight jeans and proceeded to wiggle out of them in as sexy a manner as possible. Wearing only the lacy bra and thong I proceeded to straighten the clothes I had just removed and carefully hang them up in my closet just to allow any viewers to gaze at my bare ass and sexy lingerie. My heart was already racing by the time I unhooked my bra and let it slide off of my arms to expose my pert b-cup breasts and erect nipples. I walked across the room topless to drape the bra over the back of a desk chair. I glanced at the small mirror on the dresser and detected what I thought might be a small audience. The tiny reflection in the mirror didn't allow me to see a lot of details but there appeared to be the silhouettes of three guys in one window, and two other windows with one silhouette each. I couldn't tell if they were actually watching me but I allowed my mind to imagine that they were.