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 ï>¿Confessions Of A Fledgling Flasher by M.  Millswan

   A young girl reveals how she became an exhibitionist.

   Part One

   A fan of Snap Shot shared a very personal story with me, asking me to
tell it for her in a way that would help make her tale as enjoyable as
possible to anyone who might be curious as to how one young woman became an
unabashed exhibitionist.  To prove to me that she enjoyed doing the things
she said she did, the young lady sent me some amazingly brave snapshots
endowing me with vivid views of a few of her naughty escapades out in
public.  I apologize that she has asked me not to share those pictures with
you.  Luckily, the young lady is very eager to reveal even the most
intimate details of how she happened to become an exhibitionist, hoping
that each and every one of you who reads her story will envision every
moment as vividly as if you were actually there with her and seeing
everything for yourself.  To remain as true possible to what she confided,
I have made as few changes as possible to her original narrative.  Though I
wrote this for her, every bit of it remains very much her story.  You will
discover her story doesn't follow the usual standard chain of events found
in most erotic stories.  The reason why, is because everything is true, and
what you will read actually happened in exactly this way.  I sincerely hope
you will enjoy reading what this amazing young woman revealed to me as much
as I enjoyed writing it for you.

   M.  Millswan

   My name is Jenny Lynn, and I must confess, I am an exhibitionist. 
Actually, I don't know if there could ever be truly just one exact
definition for what I enjoy as my particular fetish.  If it were possible
for there to be just one word to tie it all up into one neat little erotic
package, I think I would be very eager and very surprised to learn what
that one word could possibly be.  But what I do know, as surely as I was
born a girl, is that I become extremely aroused and even deliciously
sexually excited whenever I am presented with the occasion, either
premeditated or accidentally, to expose my sweetest intimacies to those
fortunate individuals with whom I am so lucky as to cross paths.

   As is always the case with these types of "things," it all seemed to
start innocently enough.  I experienced my all-important first occurrence
at a relatively young age; though age, maturity and desire, regardless of
what any legal statute may state can be quite subjective.  I always
remember my mother being so quick to tell me something along these lines,
"Jenny Lynn, you behave like a teenager who's actually going on
twenty-five." See, even at an early age my Mom recognized I had the
maturity and the desires of an older and more experienced woman who knows
what she wants out of life.

   Anyway, I can clearly recall that fateful day at school, when I
discovered the thrill of flashing.  Right off, I knew how much I enjoyed
the innocent cat-and mouse game of exposing myself well before it ever
developed into my single most passionate pastime.

   I used to sit in the library for study hall and a boy, I'll call him,
Gilbert, he would often sit across from me at the same table.  Gilbert, of
course, wasn't really his name, as like in the old television show
"Dragnet" all names have been changed to protect the innocent.  The only
problem is who is ever truly innocent?  Which is, of course, what makes
life so much fun!

   All that aside, in the study area there were about twenty tables, each
only large enough for only four people to sit at, two on one side of the
table and two on the other.  I really didn't know Gilbert at all, except to
see him at study hall.  He never seemed to notice me either, and I don't
recall if before that day if I even cared whether or not if he did. 
Though, for the both of us, this was about to change.

   One day, as I so vividly recall as if it almost truly was, "once upon a
time," I was at school and wearing, as usual, a feminine, little light blue
dress with a square cut neckline and white silk embroidery.  Conservative
and definitely a very proper kind of young girl's dress, it really wasn't
what I'd describe as low-cut at all; so I was sure it was a very decent and
respectable dress, the kind my mom and dad thoroughly approved of.  That
particular day I had a lot of Latin homework, and working through
translations of phrases like, Carpe Diem and Modus Operandi, I spent more
than two hours wading through it all.  When finally I was finished and with
that woeful task thankfully behind me, I began studying my algebra and then
finally a little history.  When I was done, I stood up to stretch, and as I
was ready to leave I bent over the table to gather up my books.

   Truly, I hadn't planned for this, but as I struggled with the heavy
texts, ever so innocently my neckline must have fallen away from my body,
and the tops of my breasts became openly exposed.  Sweetly oblivious to my
social faux pas as I busily restacked my books, I happened to glance over
at Gilbert across the table.  You can only imagine my chagrin and surprise
as I could not help but notice he was blatantly staring down the front of
my dress and had his high school boy eyes fixed upon my breasts.  He was so
enjoying himself he didn't even notice I had caught him looking.  In
response to his reaction, I, too, looked down and was shocked to behold so
much of my youthful bosom was so openly exposed.

   Perhaps as a fortunate accident, for Gilbert anyway, this morning I had
chosen an old bra, which really no longer was ample enough for the amount
my rapidly developing breasts had recently grown.  The piece of lingerie
covered my nipples and not much more.  It certainly left more of me
available to Gilbert's eagerly probing eyes than it concealed.  To my own
startled eyes my breasts appeared as if they were spilling out, and
compounding my shock and surprise it actually appeared as if my nipples, at
any second, might even slip into view with my very next deep breath. 
Embarrassed, but also touched with an entirely unexpected trace of
something electrifying I had never experienced before, I lifted my eyes to
glance back over at Gilbert.

   Maybe it was an ESP contact, but coincidentally, at the same moment,
Gilbert's eyes came up to meet mine.  And in sharing one of those memorable
moments of moments, his response to being caught with his eyes in the
cookie jar, so to speak, was to flush a bright and thoroughly guilty red.

   My first and natural reaction was to be angry with him for looking down
the front of my dress.  But, I also realized the experience had actually
caused me to feel quite excited in knowing he had just been afforded the
opportunity to enjoy a public peek of my breasts.  Even more exciting to
me, for some reason, was the knowledge he had deliberately wanted to see my
body.  In fact, I was so excited at this discovery I found I just couldn't
get it out of my mind and was even quite deliciously wet every step of the
way walking home after leaving the library.  All the while, I was reliving
the clandestine thrill in envisioning myself so openly exposed in such a
very public place and Gilbert shamelessly taking full advantage in enjoying
himself by ogling my bared breasts.

   After that singularly life-altering afternoon my life would never ever
be the same.  Always being what my mother might define as a bit precocious,
but what I would just call adventurous and fun loving, I vowed to wear
dresses as often as I could.  Not just any dresses, but dresses with scoop
necks and short hemlines, those which could "accidentally" ride up my
thighs as I sat studying so innocent and unaware, or even blow up about my
waist when caught by a wayward breeze.  While wearing this type of dress,
and when the mood just happened to come upon me, I would sometimes allow
myself to be "careless" about bending over, or in how I would sit.  Not
just in the library across from Gilbert, but I allowed this devilishly
delirious delight to become an important past time in some of my regular
classes and outside activities, as well.  Employing the guise of sweet and
girlish innocence as an alluringly important ingredient in my naughty
little schemes, I always preferred if it seemed as if I was entirely naive
and completely unaware any part of my underwear or body were exposed.  But,
of course, so much of the thrill was that I was fully aware of exactly what
I was doing.  This wonderful pretense was the illusion I could employ to
heighten my own excitingly erotic thrill in providing my exposed body as a
thrill to those around me.

   Then, on another day in the library, Gilbert, who now always made a
point to sit across from me dropped his pencil and bent under the desk to
retrieve it.  Though my mother had trained me from an early age to sit like
a lady whenever I wore a dress, I never really paid all that much attention
to how my legs were positioned when they were under a table.  Yet this
afternoon, I realized while Gilbert's head was under the table my legs were
in anything but a ladylike position of modesty.  Gilbert, surely, must have
received a pretty good glimpse of my panties, as he spent quite a long time
looking for that pencil.  This knowledge took me to an even higher level of
thrill I could scarcely have imagined and excited me even more, actually
opening up for me an entire world of new and exciting possibilities.  After
that, whenever we found ourselves studying together, Gilbert "conveniently"
began dropping his pencil with an inordinate amount of regularity.  Always
eager to enjoy the thrill in fulfilling my newfound desire for excitement
as well as his, I made sure to conveniently spread my legs whenever he did
so.

   Never able to leave well enough alone and rest on my laurels, I decided
to take it to another level.  It was such a thrill to put my exhibitionist
designs to the test and actually buy a pair of see through panties at the
mall.  Of course, I didn't let my mother see them, as she would have
confiscated them in a heartbeat.  She always bought me conservative white
cotton panties, which were what "nice" girls should wear.

   For me though, I couldn't wait to get to the library for study hall the
first day I had stepped into my new panties.  I was so excited; I was
hoping as hard as I could Gilbert would be there to play his ever so
important role in fulfilling the fantasy I was setting into motion.  I was
elated to see once I arrived he was there, already in his regular seat
across from where I normally sat.  Even better, fortune was indeed with me
as the chair directly across was indeed vacant.  My heart was pounding as I
sat down, each of us pretending not to notice the other.

   As a further enabler, I had worn a frilly white skirt, which was a
little shorter than I usually wore.  I wanted to be sure if the opportunity
arose, and he so conveniently dropped his pencil, Gilbert would be able to
treat us both to a really good look at my pussy.  Before too long he
dropped his pencil.  What a surprise!  With me keeping my nose in my book,
even as he started to bend down, I opened my legs really wide.  That in
itself was worth the cost of the panties.  But I would have gladly paid
double or even triple such was my pleasure when I could actually hear him
gasp as he saw the dark blonde hair between the spread of my legs for the
first time.  Having spent time testing this scenario in front of the mirror
in my room I knew full well the panties were so clear it was almost as if I
had nothing at all covering my little lips and even my vagina.  So much
more than excited; I was thrilled.  It was extremely difficult to maintain
my sweet pretense of ignorance and keep my eyes buried in my book the
entire eternity that boy spent under the table searching in vain for that
errant pencil.

   As an added bonus, in short order I was treated to know just exactly how
much Gilbert had enjoyed the view of my pussy I had just given him. 
Perhaps as a response to the heat he surely was feeling as much as I, the
fire alarm bell went off, and we all had to get up immediately and leave
the library to go outside.  Poor, red-faced Gilbert.  He even banged his
head on the table as he attempted to scramble back onto his feet.  As we
all rose to begin filing out, he vainly tried to carry his books in front
of him.  But he was so excited, surely from just having seen what he
thought was my bare naked pussy, he was doomed.  I saw it as well as a
number of the other girls with me; his schoolboy cock was sticking straight
up creating a blatant bulge at the very front of his baggy pants.  With the
other girls oblivious to the true root of his misery, and me, of course
thrilled by the secret knowledge of what I had done, we all giggled at his
unfortunate state of distress as we made our way outside.

   From this day forward I began to work diligently as a pretty and
sexually aware girl should at honing my skills as a fledgling feminine
flasher.  In almost no time I discovered it wasn't just my own thrill which
was heightened exponentially if I could make it appear as if my exposure
was an accident or unknown by me.  I quickly learned those whom I treated
to a quick flash of a naked nipple or an entirely bared breast, or even a
long and heated gaze at my bared pussy as I sat at a desk with my skirt up
my thighs and my legs open just enough for him to see, they, too were so
much more excited if they thought the view was clandestine, and I was
completely unaware.  It became such an exhilarating challenge to find new
ways in which to expose my body to an obviously very willing and very eager
public.  In seemingly no time since that first fateful day when Gilbert had
educated me as to how much he enjoyed looking down my dress, I had my
opportunity to graduate from a mere school-girl exhibitionist, to a
full-fledged, femme fatale.

   I clearly remember it was on a Friday, and I dimly recall it was the
thirteenth.  I had gone over to my friend Kaylee's house to study.  We had
an important history of the American Revolution exam coming up the
following week and really needed to study together if we were going to make
sure we covered all the required reading.  I had originally met Kaylee back
in middle school.  As giggly tween-age girls, a few times, we enjoyed
sleepovers at each other's houses and would sometimes share innocent,
little kisses while dressed in our nighties and lying close together in
Kaylee's bed.  Unfortunately, Kaylee and I had different friends and
activities in high school, and didn't see much of each other over those
years.  Now that we were freshmen coeds at the same local university and
had this history class together, it just felt natural to renew our
friendship.  That afternoon at Kaylee's house we could have studied
anywhere, but Kaylee chose her bedroom.  Her carnation pink room with its
lacey white curtains looked almost the same as I remembered, and being
alone with Kaylee in her bedroom made me feel a little bit like a middle
school girl all over again.  Of course, we both would never be able to
forget our soft kisses and exciting, little touches as we lay together in
the dark.  Kaylee had twin beds, but we would share one during my
sleepovers.  It had been so much fun for Kaylee and me to take turns
pretending to be this boy or that boy we liked at school.  As I kissed her
or she kissed me, we would imagine it was the press of his lips or the
tickle and touch of his fingers he were feeling.  Yet, being older now, we
both had to act as though all that had never happened.  We spent several
hours quizzing each other on dates and battles and that sort of thing
before Kaylee's mother surprised us by coming in to ask if we had looked
outside lately.  Of course, we hadn't.  When we did, we saw that a huge
amount of snow had fallen without us even noticing.

   Since I was barely out of high school and didn't own my own car, I had
ridden my bicycle to Kaylee's house.  I told Kaylee's mom I could walk my
bike home, but she said it would be too dangerous for me to try to go home
before the city plowed the roads.  In those days, we didn't have cell
phones.  I told her I would need to use their phone to call my mother and
tell her I would be home late.  She surprised me by offering to call my mom
and if I wanted to, she would ask if it would be okay for me to spend the
night.

   I protested, saying I didn't want to be a bother and reminded her I
didn't have any pajamas, a toothbrush or anything.  Kaylee's mom said I
wouldn't be a bother and I could borrow one of her nightgowns.  Kaylee was
quite petite, especially her little, teacup breasts.  I was proud of having
developed into a full-fledged 35 C, but since Kaylee's mom was even more
buxom than me, I could only image any nightgown she loaned me would be
large and loose fitting on my body.  Her mom said everything else I needed
wouldn't be a problem as Kaylee's dad traveled a lot, and he had several of
those goodie bags the airlines give out containing toothbrushes and
toothpaste and stuff like that.  She then called my mom for me, and I was
delighted to learn it wouldn't be a problem if I spent the night with them.

   Kaylee and I studied for another hour, then her mom called us in to
dinner.  We ate in the formal dining room with her mom and dad.  Mr. 
Taylor was in his early forties and very good looking and in excellent
shape as a result of his frequent workouts using all the equipment he had
in their basement Rec room.  After dinner, Kaylee and I kept studying, and
later, when we got ready for bed and changed clothes together in her
bedroom, we were both giggling like middle schoolers once again.  Kaylee,
always such a good girl, kept her panties on under her nightgown.  Me
though, I have never liked to sleep in my panties, so I was completely
naked under her mother's rather large cotton flannel nightgown.  It had
thin straps and was a bit low cut, but definitely not enough to ever be
considered sexy by anybody except a flannel freak.

   Together, like such sweet innocents, Kaylee and I strolled out to the
living room to say good night to her parents.  Their family custom, as was
the same at my house was for a good night kiss.  I had kissed Kaylee's
parents good night when I had been at their house for sleepovers back in
middle school, and though I was older now, I didn't mind keeping with the
tradition.  Her mom smiled and kissed me on the cheek, and I then walked
over to her dad to kiss his cheek, as well.

   For some reason my heart was already beating strongly in my breast as I
came to him.  He was sitting down in his easy chair, so I had to bend over
to reach his cheek.  As I did so, the left strap of the too-large nightgown
slipped off my shoulder, and my entire left breast was bared to his view. I
paused, momentarily frozen while Kaylee's dad looked directly at my openly
exposed nipple only a few inched from his eyes.

   It was truly a moment of moments.  Actually closer to his lips than to
his eyes, my nipple immediately sprang erect, as his eyes grew wide.  Time
seemed to stand still for me, but it couldn't have been more than a second,
maybe two at most.  Coming back to myself, I quickly pulled the nightgown
back up, and overwhelmed with an excited flush and with my heart beating up
in my throat, I gave him a quick little daughterly peck on the cheek.  As I
left the room, it wasn't lost on me he seemed to be looking at me quite
differently from the way in which he had always looked at me before. 
Luckily, no one except Mr.  Taylor had seen my nightgown slip down and
openly expose my bare breast.

   This became our very first secret.

   Back in Kaylee's room I could barely sleep.  All evening, I had secretly
hoped Kaylee and I might share a kiss or two again after going to bed, but
now that we were older and had grown, it really didn't seem practical for
us to sleep together in one of her twin beds.  I was disappointed about not
discovering if Kaylee was eager to resume the role-playing we had explored
back in middle school.  But I was so very excited at the thought that
Kaylee's dad had actually seen my entire naked breast, that I had much more
thrilling things on my mind.  Adding to my excitement, in that long moment
Mr.  Taylor and I had shared, I could tell how excited he was at the sight
of my body.  While lying only a few feet away from Kaylee, very quietly and
quite shamelessly I played with my pussy and my nipples for quite a while.
All the while, and with Kaylee so close but completely unaware as to what I
was doing, I was toying with myself between my legs, touching, tickling and
shamelessly sliding my fingers so that I was trembling and shaking when I
brought myself to the edge and then beyond.  In my mind, I kept reliving
that electrifying first flash over and over again.  It was my own
bare-naked nipple, only inches from Mr.  Taylor's eyes.  "Naked," that word
seemed to resound in my mind.  There was simply no escaping the fact my
entire breast had slipped out, and not only had Mr.  Taylor not appeared
offended, and he hadn't said a single word, but when I stood up, he
actually smiled at me.

   It was this revelation I found as such a sweet icing on the cake of my
own erotic thrill.  He was a man, a full grown and mature man, and he had
obviously been sexually arouse by our wonderful little accident.  As I at
last drifted off, my own juices so sticky sweet on my fingers and still so
wet between my legs, I vowed to someday bolster my courage and see if I
dared try to take it any further.

   In the morning, Kaylee and I went out to breakfast still wearing our
nightgowns.  I saw Kaylee's dad looking at me speculatively.  I thought he
might be wondering whether the over-sized nightgown might slip down off my
shoulder again.  I didn't want to disappoint him, though I knew I would
have to be careful so that neither Kaylee nor her mom would see.  When both
of them had gone into the kitchen to get the breakfast dishes and bring
them into the dining room, I managed to drop one of my hair ribbons onto
the floor, and in order to get Kaylee's dad's attention, I said, "Oh darn,
I dropped it!"

   I bent down to pick it up with my back to the kitchen and my front
facing Kaylee's dad.  As I had hoped, and with only a little help from me
squeezing in my shoulders as I had practiced in the bathroom that morning
in hopeful anticipation, the night gown slipped off again.  Only this time,
both my breasts were bared.  That moment was absolutely breathtaking.  I
might just as well have been topless out there in the center of their
living room, and Kaylee's dad was staring directly at my naked breasts. 
Holding my breath, I somehow managed to wait a few long and luscious
seconds and then, as if I had only just noticed that my breasts were
exposed, I excused myself and pulled the nightgown back up.

   My voice actually quaked, and I remember holding my hands apologetically
clenched at my waist.  "I'm so sorry, Mr.  Taylor." I brought my hands up
to tug at the shoulder straps.  "It just slipped down."

   Kaylee's dad folded his morning paper over his lap, looking me straight
in the eyes.  "That's okay, Jenny Lynn.  I think last night I realized the
nightgown seemed a bit large for you."

   He didn't mention at all having seen my breasts.  But we both knew full
well exactly what had happened.  There just was no getting around it.  I
had stood there, right there in their dining room, basically topless and
with him looking straight at me.  Even if it had been for only a few
moments, my nightgown had slipped down, and my breasts had been entirely
exposed to him.  And absolutely, positively, he had enjoyed seeing me.

   Later, at breakfast as I sat there across from Kaylee, I was so excited
in knowing I had been able to expose myself to a good looking older man I
could barely eat anything at all.

   Having discovered how exciting this kind of flashing could be for me, as
well as for the man who saw me, it quickly became second nature for me to
flash whenever I had the opportunity.  I began practicing on the buses in
town.  The first two seats on the municipal buses faced towards the rear of
the bus.  The rest of the seats faced toward the front.  Most people don't
like to ride backwards so the first two seats were always the last ones
taken.  I started sitting in those seats whenever possible.  If a
good-looking man was sitting across from me, or across the aisle from me, I
would take out a book to read, and then, as if unaware, I'd let my legs
gradually spread a little bit apart.  My legs aren't skinny, and they
definitely aren't heavy by any stretch of the imagination, so with my knees
spread even the slightest bit apart, and with the right sort of skirt on,
anyone sitting across from me could see all the way up to my panties.  I
found, too, that I really enjoyed sneaking a peek back and seeing men's
eyes riveted between my legs.  It was very, very exciting and even endowed
me with a sense of power all at the same time.

   A few weeks after I had stayed over at Kaylee's that snowy day, I
visited my friend again.  This time, we had prearranged with our parents so
I could stay overnight.  I had planned accordingly and brought things to
change into for sleeping and for the next day.  Kaylee's dad seemed very
pleased to see me.  Her mom, too, but her dad was nice to me in a very
different way.  As we said hello, I knew I could see something in his eyes,
a remembrance I hoped, but maybe even something more.  And I knew full
well, if I was lucky enough to have my way, he was not going to be
disappointed at all by my visit.

   I was so excited all day, my thoughts always rushing back and forth
between my last visit and what I had planned.  After dinner and studying,
Kaylee and I changed into our bedclothes.  Kaylee wore the same nightgown
she had worn previously, and again wore her prim, white panties under her
nightgown.  They were the same conservative white cotton girl's underwear
my mom always bought for me.  I, on the other hand was quite eager to set
my plan into motion.  I had spent so many nights in my bed planning and
hoping that a next opportunity to experience once more such a deliciously
clandestine thrill would eventually come my way.  Now that it was here at
last, I found my fingers a bit clammy at the mere thought of what it was I
hoped would happen.

   With great purpose and forethought, I had chosen to wear a very short
white night gown of a diaphanous material.  It wasn't quite see through,
but almost.  I had been delighted at home when I'd tried it on and looked
in the mirror, and could see the slight telltale outlines of my nipples and
a definite tease of darkness where my pubic hair covered my pussy.  Now, in
Kaylee's bedroom, I tried to strain my neck backwards to see if I could see
the crack of my ass but I only ended up hurting my neck, and I definitely
wasn't about to ask Kaylee to check.  In any case, I knew from previous
experience that with any amount of light behind me, it would definitely be
possible for Kaylee's dad to see through the nightgown and enjoy all the
shamefully delightful details of my naked body just beneath the gauzy
fabric.

   The nightie had a fairly low vee neckline, which enhanced the swell of
my breasts.  In anticipation of tonight, I had practiced bending over in
front of the mirror at home, and I knew full well from the right angle it
was possible to see all of my breasts and my nipples and even down to the
triangle of hair covering my pussy.  At this age, I hadn't begun shaving or
even trimming yet, but my little blonde bush only served to make me look
that much more feminine.

   I had been a little worried Kaylee might think my nightgown was too
sexy, but since she obviously couldn't think of her own father looking at
her in a manner that would acknowledge she was becoming a woman, I was
pretty sure she would never imagine him looking at me in that way.

   With my excitement building, Kaylee and I went out to kiss her parents
good night.  I was so pleased to see her mom was still sitting on one of
their two couches in the living room, while her dad was sitting on the
other, which was parallel to the first and with a low glass top coffee
table in between.  As we walked in, I saw her dad immediately glance up at
me.  I was rewarded in being able to notice right off he was acutely
interested in seeing exactly what kind of nightgown I had decided to wear
tonight.  And adding to my own pleasure I was so delighted to see he cared.

   Watching my every move as carefully as he could, considering the
circumstances, his eyes seemed to narrow a bit as if he was trying to make
out whether he could actually see through the material of my nightie or
not. And for my part, I was already so thrilled, and could only hope he
would keep looking at me.

   Kaylee kissed her mom first, then walked over to kiss her dad, who still
had his eyes trained upon me.  I turned my back to Kaylee's dad and keeping
my long legs straight, I bent over ever so ladylike from the waist to give
her mom a quick peck.  As I did so, and as had happened when I'd practiced
before the mirror alone in my bathroom for the entire week before going to
Kaylee's, I reveled in the delightfully naughty sensation when the hem of
my nightgown actually slipped up over the cheeks of my bottom, leaving most
of my bottom bare, and perhaps even a peek at my pussy lips, openly exposed
to his view.

   As Kaylee turned away from me and was presently occupied with her dad, I
knew she wouldn't be able to see how much of my intimacies her dad was able
to enjoy.  Even so, I didn't dare stay in this position for too long, just
in case Kaylee did happen to glance back at her mom and me.  With every
moment I was learning.  I knew from all of my earlier flashing at school
and on the bus, that the risk of getting caught was a large part of the
thrill.  But I wasn't so young and naïve not to realize that not getting
caught is what makes the risk so worthwhile.

   When at last I stood up and turned toward Kaylee's dad, there was
absolutely no doubt he had definitely been taking full advantage of the
intimate view I had given him.  I hazarded a quick glance down to his lap
to see if what had happened to Gilbert had happened to him as well.  The
telltale bulge wasn't standing straight out as dramatically as Gilbert's
had been, but there could be no question to my delighted eyes he had
achieved the beginnings of a quite respectable erection.  I was almost
beside myself with elation, as I knew absolutely that the sight of my naked
pussy had been the cause of his arousal.

   But I had a problem.  I desperately wanted Kaylee's dad to be able to
look all the way down the front of my nightgown and completely see my naked
breasts, my nipples and hopefully, even my pussy when I bent over to give
him a kiss.  Yet, I absolutly didn't want Kaylee's mom to see my naked
bottom.  That would definitely have put a dampener on the evening's fun. 
So on my way between the two couches I had a wonderfully nefarious idea,
and turned to Kaylee's mom, asking sweetly, "Mrs.  Taylor could Kaylee and
I please have some warm milk before we go to bed?"

   Kaylee's mom replied, "Of course, dear." And, as I had hoped, she fell
into my plan, and stood up, immediately going into the kitchen.  Even
better than I could have possibly hoped for, Kaylee offered to help, and
she followed her mom into the kitchen, leaving me and Mr.  Taylor suddenly
all alone.

   With my heart pounding in response to this unhoped for good fortune, I
walked over to him and bent over right in front of Kaylee's dad.  With that
wildly delicious thrill of anticipation racing through me, I put a clammy
hand on my shoulder strap, knowing it would cause him to follow and look in
that direction.  Then, finding my courage in my burning desire to actually
go ahead and do as I had fantasized, I offered in a shy and coy little
voice, "I hope I don't fall out of this nightgown, too, Mr.  Taylor.  I
certainly wouldn't want to embarrass you again."

   He laughed, though he was already looking down the front of my
nightgown, exactly as I had wanted him to.  With his eyes taking me in he
replied, "Don't worry, Jenny Lynn.  I wasn't embarrassed at all, quite the
contrary.  I'd like you to know I definitely feel you have blossomed into
quite a very pretty and well-endowed young lady."

   My toes gripping the carpet as butterflies stormed in my stomach, it was
all I could do to find my voice and ask, "Do you really think so?"

   Taking his time, my excitement was such it was as though I could feel
his eyes actually tracing every exposed curve.  Giving into the thrill I
even leaned over a bit more, feeling my nightgown fall completely away from
my body.  Then, hazarding a quick glance down of my own, I was electrified
to see my own breasts and nipples so completely exposed, and even a quick
flash of the pubic hair tucked between my legs.  And time, for me anyway,
seemed to stand still.

   When at last he looked up to meet my eyes, in a dry and shaky voice he
even commented on how this nightgown suited me so much better than the one
I had borrowed and worn the last time I was here.

   In response, I thanked him, then playing the game; I gave him a very
daughterly peck on the cheek and stood up just before Kaylee and Mrs. 
Taylor came back in with the warm milk.  Actually, I despise warm milk and
would never drink the nasty stuff at home, but it had been the only spur of
the moment ploy I could come up with, which would get Mrs.  Taylor out of
the way for a moment.

   With my palms clammy and sweating, my knees gone weak and my taut
nipples tickling me under my nightie, Kaylee and I said goodnight, and we
took our milk back to her bedroom.  Of course, I forced myself to drink,
but it was a small price to pay for the wildly incredible experience I had
just enjoyed.  When we went to bed and the lights were out, I played with
myself for the longest time.  Especially after Kaylee's breathing had
become regular, and I knew she was asleep, I let my hands do what I hoped
fortune might someday allow Mr.  Taylor to do to me.  Finally, and very
contentedly, I fell asleep with my right hand tucked between my legs and my
fingers lost amid the warm wetness.

   The next morning, as usual I woke up early.  Kaylee was still fast
asleep, but I could hear someone out in the kitchen moving around.  Then I
remembered that Mr.  Taylor had said last night that this morning he had an
early indoor tennis game.  Suddenly invigorated I hopped into the bathroom,
peed, washed my hands, brushed my teeth and ran a brush though my
shoulder-length dark blond hair.  Standing before the mirror I quickly
massaged my nipples, and was very pleased to see their stiffness was quite
visible through the light material of my nightgown.  And as always, it was
a delight to know I wasn't wearing any panties under my nightgown.

   Going out to the kitchen, I closed the bedroom door quietly, hoping it
wouldn't squeak as it usually did, so as not to awaken Kaylee.  Once down
in the kitchen, to my great delight, I found it was Mr.  Taylor in the
kitchen and not Kaylee's mom up early to fix breakfast for her husband.  We
were all alone!

   To my even greater delight, it was a very sunny day, even if it was
still cold outside and there was still a blanket of snow covering the
ground.

   I stepped up silently to stand in the light, then offered as sweetly as
I could, "Good morning, Mr.  Taylor."

   The Taylor's had a large picture window in the kitchen, which gave them
a lovely view of their garden.  It also allowed the sun to stream in, which
I earnestly hoped would allow for a lovely view of me if I had in fact
positioned myself correctly.  Standing as I was, I was only too happy to
allow myself to fall into the playfully sweet role of the young innocent
who is entirely unaware she is revealing the intimacies of her body.

   Mr.  Taylor turned in response to my bright, "Good Morning," and smiled,
obviously genuinely happy to see me.  Already dressed in his tennis shorts,
he had his tennis cover-ups draped over his arm.  He set his cup of coffee
down on the counter and replied with such a sincere, yet masculine charm,
"And a very good morning to you, too, Jenny Lynn."

   Wasting no time, as I had no idea how long I would have him to myself, I
quickly positioned myself so the morning sun was behind me and shining
through, causing my nightgown to go transparent and illuminating my naked
body in silhouette within.  Knowing full well exactly what I was doing, but
feigning blissful oblivion, I followed Mr.  Gibbon's eyes as they moved
down from my eyes to my breasts and then between my legs, which I had ever
so conveniently set fairly wide apart.  With great glee, I saw his eyes
actually widen, as obviously he could clearly see the spread of the gap
between my legs and the darker outline of my pubic hair, exposed as openly
as if I didn't have on any nightgown at all.

   For me, all the while he was looking me over in great detail; I was
reveling in wave after delicious wave of deliciously electric excitement. I
remained posed in that position for a couple of minutes while we both
somehow managed to act as if nothing at all was going on, even chatting
lightly about his tennis match.

   Everything about the game we were playing was so absolutely erotic.  Me
acting as though I had no idea I was revealing myself to him, and Mr. 
Taylor pretending as though he was simply having a friendly chat with a
friend of his daughter.  While we were talking, I had glanced down a couple
of times and could see for myself that with the light all around me I
appeared as though I was wearing nothing at all.  Deciding, though, to try
a slightly different angle I swallowed dryly and moved my bare feet to
angle my body a bit more sideways.  Of course, all the while we were
talking, my excitement was such that my nipples had hardened to the point I
could feel the tips tickling against the fabric of my nightie every time I
moved or breathed.  With this change in position, my nipples were ever so
sensitive and very noticeably erect, surely completely exposed to his eyes,
but in silhouette, thanks to the warm morning sun shining through around
me. My pubic hair, which I had fluffed up in the bathroom, though I
couldn't see for myself, I knew, should be also quite visible from this new
angle.  Adding to my intense delight in knowing just exactly what I was
doing, it was quite flattering every time Mr.  Taylor would let his eyes
stray from mine.  Every time he did, with his next few words he'd suddenly
stammer just a bit, delightfully distracted by my body as we continued to
pretend to chat as if nothing was going on at all.

   This was all so very exciting to me, but I wanted Mr.  Taylor to see
much more of me, and I had the distinct impression he did as well.  A new
plan formed in my mind as I remembered from when I had visited them
previously, Mrs.  Taylor kept the orange juice on the bottom shelf in the
refrigerator.  While still talking to Mr.  Taylor I ambled over to the
refrigerator and with my back to him, I opened the door.  Thrilling every
second as I made up my mind to just go ahead and do it, I positioned myself
with my back to him and with my legs as straight as possible.  Then I bent
over totally from my waist, as if I really was interested in searching for
the orange juice.

   It was such a thrill to feel the hem of my nightgown slide all the way
up my bottom and atop my hips until I knew I had to be absolutely bare from
the waist down.  With my pulse racing, as it had gone deathly still behind
me, I moved my feet a little further apart as if to provide a better
balance for my search, and even managed to push my ass a little backward
and upward to make absolutely sure my naked pussy would be totally in view.

   I was so excited!

   All pretenses aside, I was swimming in the delightful ecstasy of knowing
my nightie had slid all the way up over my hips, and there just was no
denying the luscious excitement and heart-pounding exhilaration of being
totally aware I was now displaying my bare naked bottom and pussy to Mr. 
Taylor' eyes.  I was almost beside myself, and I could feel my vagina
becoming wetter and wetter between my legs.  Yet somehow, I was sure if Mr.
Taylor could tell what my exposing myself to him was doing to me he
wouldn't mind.

   Taking my time and throwing caution to the wind I pretended I couldn't
find the orange juice.  With how I stood bent over, my nightie was hanging
down off of my shoulders in front, and for me the sensation was as if I
truly were completely naked.  Searching, for what seemed the longest time,
while carrying on a running if somewhat disjointed conversation, I finally
marshaled my courage and asked Mr.  Taylor if he could please help me look.

   They had a cold storage refrigerator, which was very large, so there was
plenty of room for both of us to rummage if that was what we desired.  Mr.
Taylor came up behind me, but although there was room for him to stand
beside me, he positioned himself behind my bare bottom and slightly off to
my right side.  A delicious shiver passed through me as I first felt his
left leg brush lightly and then more firmly against the back of my bare
right leg.  We stayed in this position for several long and thoroughly
thrilling seconds.  Then Mr.  Taylor reached across me and said, "Maybe
it's over to your left, Jenny Lynn."

   With that, his left leg, as if by accident, slid to my left, and he
nestled his muscular thigh firmly into the cleft of my naked pussy and ass.

   I gasped, but immediately pushed back against him.  Mr.  Taylor
obviously understood this as the invitation it was.  He, as well, threw
conservative caution to the wind, and placing his hands about my waist; he
moved over behind me and pulled my bare bottom tightly up to the front of
his shorts.

   There was simply no doubt now as to where we were headed.  Here I was,
his daughter's friend over for a sleep over, and I had my nightie up about
my waist and was bending over and pressing my naked pussy up against the
rock-hard bulge in the center of his shorts.

   As a young girl this was something I definitely did not have happen to
me every day.  I had only seen and felt an erection a few times, and so I
was beside myself to have an opportunity to enjoy his this morning in any
way possible.

   Mr.  Taylor, his silence as strong as his hands, continued to nestle and
press his erection more and more firmly into my bare-naked pussy.  Bent
over as I was, I was so hot and so wet with excitement.  I was still very
much a virgin, and though the idea of a man filling my vagina with his
stiff penis was a little frightening, I found myself craving for Mr. 
Taylor to pull his shorts down around his knees, part my lips with his
fingers and then thrust himself all the way up inside me.  I was so eager
and so willing to let him have his way with me however he wanted, yet that
he was holding my hips with both his hands and then began to rub his stiff
cock up against my pussy almost drove me wild.  Starting to dip and then
raise his knees repeatedly, Mr.  Taylor was sliding himself back and forth
up and down my slick pussy all the way to my ass and then back again. 
Breathless, my hair having come loose and hanging down about my face as I
remained bent over with him in control behind me, I was in absolute heaven.
Yet heaven became paradise in just another moment when Mr.  Taylor, now
holding the tip his cock firmly pressed up against the entrance to my
vagina, bent further over me and moved his hands up from my waist to find
and cup my breasts hanging free under my nightgown.  I think I gasped, and
hoping he would recognize the invitation for what I hoped he would, I
reacted by pressing my pussy even more persistently into the bulge in the
front his shorts.

   At first deeply cupping my breasts to me with my ridiculously stiff
nipples buried into his palms, he lifted away his hands, and a heartbeat
later his fingers found my each of nipples.  Still with the bulge in the
front of his short buried between my pussy lips, he began to caress my
nipples exactly as I had been craving for him to do.  Every second of it
was all so delicious, so intensely powerful in that what we were doing was
so utterly clandestine and so spontaneously erotic.

   In seemingly no time, the neckline of my nightgown had slipped down off
my shoulders and onto my arms.  When I looked down and saw my nipples
between his fingers and thumbs, that I could see him touching my body in
such an erotic way felt like a dream come true.  Letting go of my nipples
and Mr.  Taylor gently putting his hands back on my hips and urging me to
comply, he moved me away from the refrigerator and around to the kitchen
table.  Not knowing what might come next I was in absolute heaven as I was
now even more eager than ever to let him do just exactly with me as he
wished.  Keeping behind me, without a word and using just his hands he
urged me to lean over before him and spread both my hands apart on the edge
of the kitchen table.  Then leaving his left hand holding my hip, with his
right he reached up and slipped my nightgown all the way up my bare back
until it hung draped all the way up about my neck and shoulders.  That for
all intents and purposes he had me almost completely naked was something I
hadn't even dared hope he might do.  Bringing those firm but gentle fingers
back to my breasts he once again started caressing and teasing first one
nipple and then the other.  Though I could only feel it and couldn't see
it, the tip of his erection was making the front of his shorts stand up
like a tent pole.  When he pushed this into the open spread of my legs and
begin once more to side that stiff bulge up and down within the lips of my
soaking wet pussy, I couldn't believe how exquisitely exciting the
sensations rushing all throughout my young body felt.

   With my nightie now bunched up above my shoulders, and me for all
intents and purposes naked as I bent over before him, I instinctually
responded to what he was doing.  Moving my bottom from side to side up
against the rise and fall of his erection, I reveled in the different
sensations of having his rock-hard bulge slide over against my right cheek,
then my left cheek, and then press firmly right back into the center of my
vagina.

   Here Mr.  Taylor and I were standing out in the middle of his kitchen
with the warm sunlight streaming in through the garden window.  Entirely
engaged in our erotic little rumba, we were both growing more and more
excited.  Yet neither of us dared to make a single sound, and there was
something about the silence all around that served to fuel the clandestine
thrill of doing what we were doing right out in the open.  I didn't want
him to stop anything he was doing, but at the same time I was becoming
almost beside myself to feel him pull down his shorts and then plunge
himself all the way up inside me.  Even though his erection was still
contained within his shorts, it felt so big and strong, and stiff.  From
playing with myself and fantasizing with my fingers what an excited penis
would feel like inside me, I knew that within my vagina I was so tight Mr.
Taylor might have trouble entering me.  But that I was so hot and wet I
didn't care.  All I wanted was to feel him inside me.

   As though he could read my mind, Mr.  Taylor suddenly withdrew his
fingers from my nipples, and behind me I could feel him start tugging at
his shorts.  The exquisite anticipation of what he was about to do to me
had my breaths coming in shorter and shorter gasps as the electric
sensations shooting from my nipples to my pussy intensified to the point I
knew I would lose it the moment I felt the swollen head of his erection
slid inside me.  To get his shorts down, Mr.  Taylor had no choice but to
pull back and use both hands.  As he did, I was about to burst from the
pleasure of the anticipation when we heard the squeak of Kaylee's bedroom
door.  At that instant, as if stung, Mr.  Taylor quickly jumped back and
well away from me.

   I reacted as well.  Standing up, I frantically began pulling at my
nightgown, trying to get it organized and cover my naked body.  With it all
bunched up around the top of my shoulders I think I almost panicked, but
luckily it really only took but a few heartbeats to get it down over my
breasts and cover me again.  Even as flustered as I was, I knew Kaylee was
coming and would be here in just a few seconds.  Spying the orange juice in
the open refrigerator, I grabbed it up.  Mr.  Taylor had rushed over to the
coffee maker sitting on the counter in the corner and began pouring himself
a fresh cup.  Truly, just in the nick of time, I put the orange juice down
on the table and moved so that I would be away from the window and its
stream of light.  Just a heartbeat later, Kaylee came into the kitchen and
sleepily bid us both an innocent, "Good morning."

   As her dad turned around with his cup of coffee, Kaylee glanced down at
her dad's shorts and said, "Oh, daddy, I think you've spilled something on
your tennis shorts."

   I looked over to where Kaylee's eyes were and saw that there was indeed
a large wet spot soaked into the white fabric at the point where the head
of his formerly erect penis had been pressing into me but a very short time
ago.  I could tell Mr.  Taylor still had somewhat of an erection, but
perhaps because of his panic it was rapidly subsiding, and luckily, Kaylee
didn't seem to have noticed.

   Seeming surprised, he looked down and said, "Oh, you're right.  How
clumsy of me.  I'd better go change.  Thanks so much for pointing it out,
Kaylee.  I really wouldn't want to be late."

   Somehow, luckily, Kaylee hadn't noticed my own flush, probably
attributing my color and rosy glow to the warm morning sunlight.  Just like
a couple of regular girls without any cares in the world, Kaylee and I had
orange juice, cereal and tea and then went back to her bedroom to change
for the day.  All the while, if she had noticed the aroma of my arousal she
didn't mention it.  I have to admit I was surprised, as to me I was still
absolutely smoldering within.  Throughout the rest of our day, my thoughts
kept fleeing back to those incredibly exciting moments and wishing, wishing
for another occasion, which would allow me to come back for a visit with
Kaylee as soon as possible.