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 ï>¿Firsts Shorts by julesteve

   FIRSTS SHORTS 03: CAFE

   Shorts of my first times exploring my exhibitionist side.

   Once I started to get the urge to explore my exhibitionist side, I began
experimenting with revealing situations.  I soon discovered that letting a
guy get a glimpse up my skirt or down my cleavage in a staged 'accident'
was exciting.  The look of surprise, double take, or just a disbelieving
stare was enough to get me wet.

   At first, I'd slyly undo buttons on my blouse, allowing it to gape,
revealing the smooth curve of my breasts, nestled in a lacy bra or, when I
became braver, a braless nipple slip.  Next, I'd find a quiet spot in a
cafÃ(C) and sit with my legs slightly apart, showing a glimpse of my
panties, shuffling in my seat so that my skirt would ride up over my
thighs, showing a little more as I got their attention.

   I'd sometimes fantasise about men catching me like that and watching me
masturbate as they pleasured themselves, eventually taking things a step
further when I became more confident by occasionally going out without any
underwear at all so that some lucky strangers would get an unobstructed
glimpse of my neatly trimmed pubic area.

   One good thing about living in a college cafÃ(C) culture is that there
are plenty of opportunities for 'accidents.' At first, I walked around the
park near my home, where I could bend over quite naturally to pick up a
dropped bag or check a lace, letting my short skirt ride up over my cheeks,
delighting at the feel of a breeze on my bare flesh, the look of passers-by
who'd caught sight of me.  But in the end, I found that exposing myself in
quiet cafes or bars was the most exciting.  It was also much safer for a
new exhibitionist, just finding her confidence as it was a controlled
environment with staff and other people around me, making it unlikely I'd
get approached by some over-enthusiastic voyeur.

   Deciding what to wear was also exciting and, at first, not as easy as it
sounds.  I wanted something sexy and flirty but not outright slutty or
obviously scanty, where I could show a little at first, more if I felt like
progressing my 'show' but doing it so everything would look accidental.  In
the end, I found my favourite clothes to tease in were a semi-sheer
form-fitting blouse where I could undo as many or as few as I wanted,
paired with a lacy half-cut bra, and either a discreetly short skirt, which
sat mid-thigh, a wrap-round with a slit up the side or a short pleated
skirt, each choice showing off my legs, right up to the top of my thighs if
I sat just right.  The pleated and wrap-around skirts' bonus was that they
would flip up in a breeze, flashing my panties, cheeks, and sometimes more
if I was without underwear.

   Before I went out on my first adventures, I'd pluck up the courage by
sitting in front of the mirror, crossing and uncrossing my legs to see what
would show, practising sitting or bending, letting my skirt ride up my
legs, and seeing how much would be seen when I opened them, discovering
that even when I went without panties, I could expose as little or as much
of my pussy as I desired.  Even naked, standing or sitting, only a little
of my pubes and slit would show with my thighs squeezed shut, knee turned
in, keeping most of my sex private.  Allowing a tiny glimpse as I turned a
knee out, more as I parted my thighs, stepping a foot out if standing,
bending or squatting to reveal every little detail as my lips parted.

   The excitement on my first day of 'flashing' was edged with nerves as I
showered and slipped on my blouse and skirt.  For my first 'experiment,' I
picked a usually quiet coffee shop.  Still, I had forgotten that people
would call in to buy a coffee to take to work.  As I waited in the queue, I
noticed a tall gentleman in the reflection of the display cabinet, standing
close behind me, sneaking glances down my top.  I had the top three buttons
undone, and with his height advantage, I guessed he could see all the way
down to where the lace barely covered my pale areolae and perky nipples.  I
caught his eye as I turned from the till after paying and knew by the look
on his face that he got an eyeful.  He watched me pick up my coffee and
walk to a table, probably wishing my order had taken longer.

   I could feel my nipples getting hard, wondering what the guy had been
thinking about as he looked at my breasts, my heart thumping with
excitement, as I'd found the experience as enjoyable as I'd hoped.

   I chose a table facing away from the main area but towards a set of
bench seats, where some professional-looking middle-aged guys were looking
at their laptops.  Allowing my skirt to ride up a little, I sat with my
legs slightly parted and sipped my coffee while pretending to check my
phone.  One guy looked up, staring into space in a bored way, chin resting
on steepled fingers.  His elbows nearly slipped off the table as he caught
sight of me, and at that moment, I crossed my legs, letting the skirt slide
further up my bare thigh.  I peeped over my phone to see him staring,
clearly unable to drag his gaze away from my panties.  I shifted and
uncrossed my legs, letting my smooth bare thighs part, leaving me
deliciously exposed.  From experimenting in front of the mirror, I knew he
could see right up my skirt, but the ultimate prize remained hidden...for
the moment.

   Nipping to the toilet, I removed my panties, ran a finger over my damp
lips, and dried myself before venturing back out.  I sat carelessly, my
skirt riding up, and again the man's attention was on my legs.  I spread
them a little while hitching my skirt high, knowing the view would be of my
bare pussy, and as his eyes went wide, I let one leg drift out, feeling my
outer labia part a little.

   I glanced at the guy sitting opposite, trying to look casual, but my
heart was pounding.  His eyes flicked to mine, then back to my open legs. A
tiny bead of sweat was on his brow, and his tongue darted over his top lip.
A little shudder ran through me.  Seeing his reaction was so exciting.  I
felt sensual and naughty, and really damp.

   He suddenly stood with his hand casually resting in front of his crotch,
trying to hide a hard-on as he hurriedly asked the guy next to him to watch
his things before darting to the toilet.  As he passed, I smiled and could
just see the bulge in his trousers past the jacket he was holding close to
try and cover it.

   My pussy felt so wet that I needed to touch it, and with my nerve ends
tingling followed him, my mouth dry as I darted into the ladies, touching a
finger to my clitoris, pressing a finger hard against my lips, rubbing my
slit, already so turned on that I was almost at the point of no return as
soon as I touched myself.  I fantasised about what was going on in the
gents, wondering if the guy had managed to pull his erection from his
trousers before he came in them, a sudden wet stain spreading across his
crotch, overexcited from the public show I had put on for him.

   I could feel myself flushing and had to suppress a cry as orgasm
thrilled through my body, wetting my thighs and fingers.  I held a finger
inside myself while rubbing my clit in small, quick circles, making a
muscle jump in my thigh.  Cleaning up after getting my breath back, I put
my panties back on.  I returned to my seat, noticing the guy was again
sitting opposite, thinking he hadn't lasted as long as I had, guessing he'd
masturbated to relieve himself as I had.  He saw me staring and shifted in
his seat, still looking a little red as I smiled, finished my coffee and
stood to leave, wondering if I perhaps should have joined him in the gents
so we could watch each other.

   Perhaps next time.



   FIRSTS SHORTS 04: WORKMAN 01

   Shorts of my first times exploring my exhibitionist side.

   It wasn't long after I had made a masturbation buddy of the neighbour
and shared my first time with my library friend that I had a wonderfully
exciting experience with an older man working at my aunt's house.

   After my usual long, hot morning shower, I towel-dried my hair and,
aware that there would be workmen around the garden, pulled on a short
bathrobe before going out to the kitchen for my breakfast.  To my surprise,
one of the workmen was just outside the patio door, measuring a length of
wood for the decking extension.  He looked up and half smiled, and as I had
just made a pot of coffee and because I have manners, I offered him a cup.

   He accepted, and I filled a mug, sliding the door open to hand it to
him, bending forward over a stack of planks, not thinking about being naked
under the robe as it opened slightly, affording an unobstructed view of my
bare breasts.  He looked surprised as he took the mug; it was a moment
before I realised why, but to save any awkwardness, I said.  "Sorry, didn't
think you'd be here this early.  I really should go get dressed."

   He smiled.  "It's fine with me.  No need for apologies.  I'm sorry I
stared.  Hope you're not too embarrassed."

   It was my turn to laugh.  "It would take much more than that to
embarrass me." He cocked his head.  "Really?  You're a young girl.  I'd
have thought you'd be horrified, especially in front of an older guy."

   I shrugged, "What can I say?  I'm mature for my age, and I like being
seen.  It doesn't bother me.  In fact, I find it exciting."

   He laughed again and leaned against the stack of planks drinking his
coffee.  "Well, you're certainly confident." He was tall, looked fit and
toned, probably through hard work rather than a gym and handsome in a
rugged way.

   He stood about an arm's length away from me, separated by the stack of
smooth, shaped wood ready to be laid, and as he finished his coffee, I
reached for his mug, knowing the robe would part once again.  I had just
flashed him for the second time, and this time, he chuckled and enjoyed
looking at me, so I stayed where I was, looking him in the eye, smiling.

   "So you like what you see?" I asked cheekily as I casually reached a
finger in the gap of my robe and eased it aside, my touch electric on my
flesh as he peeked at my breasts.  "I do now." He said as my nipples came
into view.

   I said nothing but slowly untied the belt, letting the robe open, and
his eyes drifted lowered to my pubic hair.  Taking a half step out, parting
my legs so he could see more of me, I said.  "I don't want to fuck, but I'd
like you to finger me, then I could masturbate you.  Is that okay?" A
stupid question, as I could see the bulge in his jeans.

   Turning my back to him, I slowly drew the robe over the tight globes of
my cheeks as I bent forward.  He stepped over the planking and was behind
me.  I heard him exhale, then felt his fingers trail slowly over my
buttocks.  I shivered.

   "You have a great ass." he mused as his whole hand cupped my cheek, the
thumb trailing between my buttocks as I bent a little more, moving my feet
further apart.  Taking it as an invite, his hand slipped between my legs,
and I felt his fingers on my damp lips.  Involuntarily, I softly sucked in
a breath as he drew them back and forth with enough force to part them,
stroking the soft inner flesh.

   "You're so wet." He whispered over my shoulder as he slowly slipped
first one, then two fingers between my labia and wiggled them, sliding deep
into my pussy using a twisting motion.  I let out a low moan as he fingered
me with a slow, steady rhythm.  "You're really tight," he said as my pussy
clamped on his fingers, spasming as I started to come close.

   He reached my front with his other hand.  I felt fingers gently rubbing
my clit as he explored my depths, a finger curling up to find my G-spot,
both of his hands caressing my most sensitive parts, as I began to feel my
breath quicken.

   Sensing I was close, he stroked and rubbed me faster, almost brutally,
and within a few moments, I felt the tingling and twitching of my orgasm,
making my knees weak as my juices soaked his hand.  He quickly withdrew his
fingers as I stepped forward, letting the robe slip off my shoulders,
standing completely naked as I turned and, without a word, worked at his
zip and clasp, surprised as his trousers dropped.  I saw he was not wearing
underwear, his cock and balls nestled in dark curls, above average in size
compared with the others I have seen.

   His cock was engorged, the end dribbling precum, twitching as I reached
out to touch him, absentmindedly stroking the shaft slowly, moving my hand
from tip to base, working it faster as he leaned back and gripped the edge
of the planks.  Working my thumb over the swollen head, I spread the clear
ooze over his length, squeezing harder as I masturbated him to completion,
drawing my hand over the sensitive tip with each upward stroke.

   He began to shake his head, "You need to stop." Instead, I knelt,
holding the head of his cock close to my breasts as he finally grunted
loudly, his cock erupting, sending cum spurting onto my lips, chin, neck
and breasts.  I slowed my strokes, angling him so the tip rubbed against my
nipples and soft skin until he stopped, some of his mess running down over
my belly, between my thighs.  I released my grip as he began to soften,
retrieving my robe as he wiped himself on a handkerchief and zipped himself
up.

   I turned away and walked back toward the kitchen, saying with a smile.
"I suppose I'd better go and shower again," knowing he'd check out my ass
as I went inside.  It was a one-off that week as my aunt returned the next
day, and I was sure she'd be annoyed at me disturbing the workers.  Even
so, we shared a sly, knowing smile each time I passed him a mug of coffee,
and I'd often give him a little wave from my bedroom window, naked, of
course.



   FIRSTS SHORTS 05: WORKMAN 02

   Shorts of my first times exploring my exhibitionist side.

   The rest of the workmen had joined the guy I'd had fun with earlier in
the week.  Because of college and a work placement, I'd not seen much of
them, apart from when I'd walked past my bedroom window naked and caught
several of them glancing up, nudging each other and grinning like
schoolboys.

   My lone worker friend from the first day of construction had assured me
he hadn't spoken of our adventure, not that it would have bothered me if he
had, and said the guys had been very excited about catching me walk past my
window, although they were worried about being caught spying.

   "You can tell them there's nothing to worry about." I'd said, adding, "I
think you know that," with a cheeky smile.

   The extension to the decking and the rest of the landscaping was almost
complete, and knowing they would be finished in the next day or so, I
decided to have some fun.  Late afternoon I went for my usual run, waving
at the guys as they watched me jog out of the garden, knowing they were
looking at my ass in my skimpy, high-cut running shorts, taking in my
breasts, clad in only a sports bra.

   On my return, I could see them looking slyly at my breasts.  The
material of my sports bra was damp, as I'd deliberately wet it from my
water bottle, and light enough in colour that my nipples showed through. 
Taking a fresh bottle of water from the fridge, I stood by the large
kitchen window.  I looked over the garden as I sipped it and heard a low
whistle from one of the guys, followed by a few comments.

   Pretending not to hear, I turned away, my back to them, and took the
damp sports bra off, pulling on a T-shirt that came down to the top of my
thighs.  Taking my bra to the washing machine, I put it in, bent and
swiftly removed my shorts and panties and did the same with them.

   The washing machine was visible from the large bi-fold patio doors. 
Looking up, I could tell from their faces that they'd seen me take off my
shorts and panties, although they wouldn't have seen anything except my
toned legs as the T-shirt rode up almost to my buttocks.

   They were all staring at me, my first-day friend grinning in
anticipation as I walked over and sat in one of the garden loungers.  The
T-shirt slid high over my legs as I settled back, and I could tell they
were trying to see if there was anything on show, which made me smile. 
"Haven't you got work to do?" I asked.  And some looked away, a bit
sheepish, knowing they'd been caught staring, perhaps worried about being
'pervy'.

   My friend said, "I think you've excited them." I let a devilish grin
flash across my face, "And why would that be?" I looked down to see his
crotch shift slightly and knew he was getting hard, perhaps remembering our
masturbation fun.  "Is it because you spied on me when I put my panties in
the washing machine?  Is this what you wanted to see as I bent over?"

   I stood and leaned forward from the waist, placing my hands on the
lounger, feeling the T-shirt slide over my legs, exposing the curve of my
bottom, feeling the air on my bare cheeks, knowing full well that if I bent
a little more and splayed my legs, my pussy would also be on display. 
There was a disbelieving gasp and a comment, "No, but that's pretty hot,"
from one of the guys.

   Turning towards them, I smiled and squatted.  My pussy was undoubtedly a
little open in this position but shadowed by the T-shirt and closed thighs.
"I won't let any of you touch or fuck me, but I can put on a show, and you
can masturbate over me if you like?" I said as I inched up the T-shirt and
opened my legs, putting myself on full display in front of them.  I wanted
to touch myself very badly, so I stood and pulled my top up over my head,
freeing my breasts, which from the smiles, they seemed to like.

   A minute passed in silence.  It was like the men were taking in every
inch of my body.  I sat back on the lounger and dangled my legs over the
sides so the ball of my feet rested on the ground.  In this position, my
pussy was open to them, nothing hidden.  I dropped my hands between my
legs, running a finger over my lips, spreading myself, slipping it easily
between them as I was so wet.

   "Are you going to join me or what?" I said a little breathless.

   My friend broke the silence, saying, "What the hell?" As he undid his
zip and pulled out his cock, it was as hard and large as the day we'd had
fun, a sheen of pre-come glistening at the head, and I shuddered at the
memory of touching it.

   The other guys followed suit as he stroked over me until everyone had
their cock in hand.  I imagined their rough hands exploring my body, taking
me one after the other, my climax building.  I moaned and shifted my hips
as I slid my finger inside, then withdrew it and rubbed my clit.  I felt
the urge building and knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself if one of them
decided to touch me.

   As my orgasm took over, I felt a gob of something damp hit my breast and
realised I wasn't alone in my excitement.  Before I knew it, three guys
were coming on me, semen landing mostly on my breasts and one or two drops
on my face.  One guy had positioned himself at the bottom of the lounger,
and cum that had begun running down my lower belly joined the globs landing
on my upper thighs and between my legs, covering my fingers as they worked
on my pussy.  I could do nothing about it, as my orgasm had me bucking my
hips, gasping and enjoying the damp sensation of our mingled juices.

   Most aimed for my chest, and I soon became glistening wet.  As my orgasm
began to subside and my senses returned to normal, I touched the sticky
rivulets on my breasts, belly and thighs, catching my breath as the guys
sorted themselves out, still not taking their eyes off me.  My friend from
the first day offered a hand as I stood, still a little shaky, and looking
at the mess covering me, said apologetically, "Are you okay?  I'm sorry if
things have gone a little too far."

   Really?  I smiled at him reassuringly, granted it was an unusual way for
a girl to behave, but then again, he should have known better from our
first adventure.

   "I would've stopped if it was going too far.  I invited this, and it's
what I asked for.  I enjoyed it today.  Who knows, maybe tomorrow I'll be
horny again, but now I must go and shower you off me." I walked to the
kitchen, pausing to let them (and probably my neighbour) have one last look
at my nakedness before I took a long hot shower, wondering if I'd have the
courage to let them all play with me next time if there was a next time.