I was on the bus approaching home, knowing my usual audience was waiting downstairs. I was really looking forward to flashing my panties every evening. It gave the evening an excellent kick start, encouraging me sometimes to the point of rubbing out an orgasm in the confines of my bedroom.
I waited at the top of the stairs, ready for my close -up. The bus stopped, and I slowly made my way down the stairs making sure to kick upwards with my thighs to expose as much pantie as possible. My audience was passed being shy and watched my gusset area all the way down, jeering their admiration all the way. Their eyes homed into my crotch like laser beams, forcing their focus to see imaginary wet patches or errant escaping pubic hairs.
I waited for the bus doors to open so I could get off when I overheard, "We've seen those before," and another says, "I think we've seen all her panty wardrobe?"
I walked up the drive, deflated. My audience had undoubtedly been paying attention because I was indeed down to repeating my panties. I cursed the night of the fire, which took my entire wardrobe away, leaving me with plain emergency supermarket panties. I had little money to build up my sexy undies. It was beginning to get colder in the evening, and soon trousers would be the usual garb for all to wear anyway. I could easily get around that by changing into my short skirt and panties before I went home. That would be pointless if my audience wasn't getting excited by what they were seeing. There would be no point.
I needed money quickly, not only for panties but for skirts, stockings, heels, and push up bras. The boys at the college had taken a liking to me, but I knew they'd soon get bored of me in the same outfits.
The next evening, I decided it would be my farewell flash. I had laid out all my panties on the bed in the morning and picked the pair that had got the most significant reaction. The bus was coming to its stop, and it was with a sense of regret I rose up for my farewell flash. They had seen the panties I had on before, so I knew there would be an anticlimax.
"If only I could make it better for them," I thought and then I remembered the time I mounted the stairs sans panties. Of course! Why didn't I think of it earlier?
I didn't want to be a disappointment; I kidded myself and quickly slipped my panties off before reaching the top of the stairs. I moved down the first step, smiling as I saw my usual admirers looking up. All their faces lit up in disbelief.
"She's got no draws on!" Exclaimed one, drawing many outsiders to get up and join in the admiration of my neatly exposed pussy.
Their eyes bulged, and their jaws dropped as they realised what they were seeing.
"Fuck me!" blabbered one man in disbelief as I stopped and posed open-legged for all to see. The bus came to a stop, and I kicked my legs out as I stepped down the steps giving them maximum exposure. My gathering of pantie fetish guys weren't disappointed and made way for me to exit the bus as the doors flew open. I jumped off to a round of catcalls and applause. I was so exhilarated and pleased to excite them as they shouted 'encore' as the doors closed.
In my excited state, I didn't think. I opened my legs, bent over and flipped up my skirt, exposing my ass and pussy. I heard cheering from the bus as it pulled away.
I was so turned on by my teasing I practically ran to my bedroom and masturbated like fury!
I went to school with good intentions. That was it, no more flashing. I wore my dullest panties and left my micro-mini at home. I felt a big void in my life immediately, an emptiness I couldn't fathom. I couldn't concentrate on my studies and went to the common room for a coffee. I saw Gemma, who looked at me sheepishly.
"What's the matter?" I asked as I sat down in a low chair beside her. Gemma began to blush and then hid her head in her hands.
"What's the matter?" I queried before it dawned on me. She was gagging for a spanking. "You didn't, did you?"
Gemma peered over her hands and squealed as she nodded in the affirmative. I burst out laughing with her.
"For how long?" I giggled
"Oh ages, such divine humiliation, my bottom glowed for hours afterwards!" Gemma squealed, "God, I feel so kinky."
"It's exciting, isn't it?" I cajoled, keeping up my pretence that I, too, had experienced a spanking.
"Oh yes, well worth keeping my virginity for."
"You're a virgin?" I gasped in a low voice.
"Not so loud," Gemma hissed anyway, "he was as horny as hell, so I found a way I could neutralise him and promise him my virginity later."
I didn't take much notice of the word 'neutralise' and just said, "I think you did the right thing." I blithely said, remembering how quickly he had ejaculated at my mere touch.
"What do you mean?" Quizzed Gemma.
"Come on, remember we are talking about my brother. I can't tell you everything."
"So you know he's well hung?"
"I never said that!'
"Well, is he?"
"That's your business," I panicked, not wanting anyone to know I had tossed my own brother off.
"He is, isn't he! Oh god, my body going to be pounded from all sides!"
Later that night, I travelled home on the bus. It was back to going down the stairs with my long skirt and tights on. I felt lacklustre and envying my brother, who was going to try and breach Gemma's defences. At the same time, I had nothing sexual to look forward to.
I walked down the bus steps, and my audience of up-skirt pantie perverts only gave me a cursory glance before looking away.
They mirrored my disappointment as I got just as much pleasure from them studying my pussy and panties as they did.
I walked up my drive feeling low and spent the evening wondering what exciting things Rob and Gemma were up to.
The feeling of 'flashing' withdrawal was too hard to take, and I decided I'd be back in my short skirt and panties the next day. I was sure my pantie spotting perverts would rather see re-runs of my old panties than nothing at all.
The next evening there was a massive cheer as I slowly descended the stairs wearing my micro-mini and lacy white panties. I stopped mid-way legs apart to give them the best view possible as my cluster of perverts unabashedly gathered together to get a good view.
"Good to see you back on form, love," exclaimed one smiling man to a chorus of approval. I jumped upwards off the bus to a loud cheer as my skirt flipped up on my landing, giving my fans one final flash.
I walked up the driveway ecstatic with the bawdy acknowledgement of my flashing return. I was so wet I swore I could feel my juices leaking out of my soaked panties and running down my leg. I was crying out to masturbate and broke into a run to get to my bedroom and start rubbing my wanton pussy.
Alas, my audience soon tired of my showing of repeat panties and by the end of the week, cries of "Seen 'em" would be depressingly heard. I viewed erotic panties on the net, saving up to renew my audiences appetite and inflame my ardour.
I heard something from my brother's bedroom. A feminine high pitched squeal. I went to his bedroom door, curious about what was making the noise. I could hear a slow rhythmic thud followed by a high pitched squeal. I then recognised It was Gemma, and my brother Rob was spanking her. I listened aghast.
"Oh, please not so hard," shrieked Gemma as her ass was slowly tenderised.
"Give up your pussy, and I'll stop altogether," growled Rob spanking her again.
"Oh, give me a bit more time!" Gemma cried with a croaky voice, struggling to take her spanks.
"I've given you enough time, you tease!" rebuked Rob striking her bottom again with a resounding snap.
"Ouch!" cried Gemma, "Be fair, I've let you spank me panties down!"
"Silence!" Reprimanded Rob, spanking down harder, causing the loudest of shrieks, "take it off," he demanded again.
Gemma sobbed and slowly gained control, "but you have my panties down," she cried.
"Then take it off," cried Rob angrily as the sound of more fleshy spanks rained down on Gemma's posterior. She cried and cried.
'Take what off I?' I wondered for a mini second as I was quickly intoxicated by the horny sounds of Gemma's spanking. I fell to my knees outside my brother's bedroom door, uncontrollably aroused by the rhythmic beating and cries. My hand was quickly in my panties, rubbing away in a fury, overtaken with the eroticism of Gemma's spanking. I promptly cried out and the sound of flesh being spanked stopped.
"What was that?" Rob asked loudly, intending to be heard by anyone outside.
"Oh, please don't stop," sniffed Gemma.
