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 ï>¿How An Erotic Encounter Awakened My Exhibitionist Side This is a true
story about how I met my most recent and wonderful partner, and the most
erotic encounter of my life.

   It had been five years since I had separated with my last partner.  I'd
put up with so much abuse in that relationship that I'd now resolved myself
to be celibate.  For how long, I wasn't sure.  Maybe for the rest of my
life.  I was in my late thirties and I had spent so many years feeling
unfulfilled and unsatisfied with a loser who hardly seemed to notice me in
bed and who seemed to see me as an object to satisfy his own sexual needs.
I had spent these years pursuing more spiritual pursuits.  I had begun to
practice yoga and meditation, trying to put my life back in some order. 
Nevertheless, it is fair to say that I felt something inside me; a longing,
or perhaps, looking back, a kind of lust.

   Then, just a few months ago, an old friend asked me to come to a party
at her house.  She knew I needed cheering up.  I spent far too much time on
my own, in my own introverted little world.  I finally managed to motivate
myself to go, dressing in a mid length skirt and long sleeved top - very
modest, like most of my clothes.  The party was quite crowded, and at first
I was overwhelmed by this, being so used to my own little world.  I sat
down on a sofa and made myself as comfortable as possible.

   After some time had gone by, I saw this very handsome looking man
looking my way.  I trembled a little as he came towards me and introduced
himself.  He was much younger than me, in his twenties, but carried an air
of been much older, like he had somehow seen a lot of the world.  It turned
out we had a lot in common.  We both had an interest in yoga and stuff, and
were both looking for something more out of life.  We talked for a while. I
felt strongly attracted to him.

   I hardly drink these days, but tonight I was making an exception and I
was already feeling a little tipsy.  He was admiring my hair, and began to
stroke it with his hands.  His touch was so sensitive and light that I
shivered.  His hand came down and on the way brushed against the side of my
breast.  I felt my nipples hardening, and began to feel very warm and wet
down below.  He complimented me on my top and once again his hand raised to
stroke it, which I let him do.  I didn't normally appreciate such quick
advances.  But with him it felt so right.

   After a short time of this he asked me if I wanted to go and find
somewhere more private elsewhere in the house.  This was something I would
never, ever normally do.  Good girls don't do that kind of thing, and I've
always considered myself a good girl.  But I was shocked at myself as I
nervously nodded my assent.  He gave me a long look and told me that he had
never gone this quick before either, but that he couldn't resist me.  I
have to say, I couldn't resist him either, and I felt myself swept along by
desire.  So we made our way upstairs to find a room.

   Once there he resumed his delicate stroking of my body.  I felt rooted
to the spot; desire racing through me.  I helped him to raise my top over
my head, feeling powerless to resist this man.  Finding that I didn't want
to resist.  He then cupped his hands over my breasts, massaging them
tenderly.  He reached behind me and unhooked my bra, which fell away,
leaving my breasts totally exposed for him.  He began to trace soft circles
around my nipples, tweaking them, gently at first, then harder, then
lowering his head to sensitively lick and suck them.

   My pussy was getting wetter and hotter and I began unthinkingly to rub
it rhythmically against the side of his body.  It had been such a long time
since I'd felt turned on like this.  Five years since I'd had sex. 
Noticing my movements and sensing the frustrated, long suppressed sexual
desire that filled me, he lifted my skirt and slid his hand up there. 
Advancing agonisingly slowly up my inner thigh, he finally reached where I
needed him to be.  He deftly pulled my panties to one side and placed his
fingertips tantalisingly on my wet sex for a few long moments.  Seeing that
I longed for more, he proceeded to rub me there, first slowly, then
rapidly, at last relieving my pent-up desire.

   But, ever so teasingly, he came to a stop before I could come.  Removing
all my clothes, he sat me on the edge of the bed, pushed my legs apart and
kneeled with his face in-between my legs, taking a good look at me.  I had
always been such a modest girl, a good girl, and now here I was, completely
naked with my wet cunt on full display only inches away from the intense
gaze of this man.  This man who was still fully clothed and who I had only
just met.  I couldn't believe how erotic this felt.  To be so exposed.  To
have this man I didn't know so close to my sex.  So close that he would be
able too see my pussy's glistening wetness.  So close he would be able to
smell my womanhood.

   I closed my eyes and, for some time, just let him look, even though my
cunt was aching for him to touch me again.  He told me that I had a
beautiful vagina, something that no one had ever said to me before, and
once more I felt pleasure, and lust, swelling up inside of me.  Up until
this moment, I'd never known that a woman could receive so much pleasure
just through the simple act of exhibiting all of herself to a man.  I had
certainly never felt this way.  But then this man was not like others I had
met.  He showed a genuine attentiveness.  He really seemed to appreciate
and respect my body like no man had ever done.

   That was when I felt him kissing my clitoris.  I let out an excited
moan. The next moment he was thrusting his tongue into my cunt, as far it
would go, working me like I had never known.  He was rubbing my clit
expertly with his thumb; massaging it as he pleasured my pussy with his
mouth.  I had now completely submitted.  I was in ecstasy, naked and like
putty in the hands of this clothed man who seemed intent only on giving me
pleasure like I had never experienced before.  He made me come, two or
maybe three times, upon which I entered a kind of paradisiacal world to
which I had never been and where all I felt was sheer bliss...

   Then there was a knock at the door.  Brought back to reality I
frantically scrambled to get dressed.  I opened the door and it was my
friend.  It seemed she was worried about me, and thought I may have run off
to be by myself as usual, but when she saw the state I was in and the man
beside me she looked, inevitably, embarrassed.  We had better go back to
the party, I mumbled, my head in a total whirl.  I brushed my hair and
straightened my skirt, trying to regain some composure.

   As I walked down the stairs and re-entered the party with my new man
friend I thought about how intimate we had just been so soon after meeting
for the first time.  How he had looked at every part of my body, and seemed
to love what he saw.  I replayed how he had gone inside me with his fingers
and tongue.  I didn't regret a moment of it but wondered how I could go
back to the everyday reality of a party after what that man had done for
me.

   A few weeks later and we were making love frequently.  I confessed to
him that what I really found erotic that night was the way I had found
myself totally exposed to a man I'd only just met.  In short, I have
discovered an exhibitionist part of me.  I've bought myself some really
short skirts and dresses, a first for me, and now when we go out I take
every opportunity I can to flash my pussy to as many men as possible,
usually by sitting across from them and letting my legs draw apart,
pretending all the while that it's an accident.

   You're probably thinking what a slut...  but after so many years of
supressing my desire, I'm now just loving letting go.  I don't know why, I
just feel this irresistible urge building up inside me to let men see my
most intimate and private parts.  I love it, love it, love it!  The
feelings that go through me when I know that a man is getting a good view
of that part of me are indescribable.

   My Adventure In Exhibitionism Continues...

   I've been so happily overwhelmed by all your wonderful comments that I
have now got the courage to let you know what happened next, a few weeks
after the life altering erotic encounter that I described in my first post
here.  I had already come to the realisation that it was the feeling of
ending up naked and being intensely pleasured by an unknown man that had
turned me on that night.  I had now made up my mind that I wanted to try
flashing men, in the hope that I could try and recapture just a little of
the exhilaration I had felt that night.

   It was the night of another friend's party and I was looking for
something to wear.  As you will know from my previous post, all of my
clothes up until this point had been very, very modest.  Then I remembered
that I still had a suitcase of clothes that one of my old lodgers had left
in the house a few years ago after she had left to go travelling.  I knew
she was roughly my size so I took a look in the suitcase and found some
really daring skirts and dresses.  I ended up choosing a rather short mini
skirt, the like of which I had certainly never worn before in my life.  But
the feeling of wearing it, especially as I stepped outside, was very
exhilarating in itself as I felt the air against my exposed thighs.  I was
wet and I wasn't even flashing anyone yet!

   Arriving at the party, my friend was so surprised to see me turning up
in such a skimpy thing that I don't think she recognised me at first! 
Anyway, I went in to join the party and found a spot that I thought seemed
well placed for the activities I was planning to engage in that evening. 
After half an hour or so spent drinking, chatting, and generally building
up my courage I finally decided it was about time to go for it.  So, when
the next cute guy came through the room in my direction I leant over to the
side pretending to put my drink down.  As I did so, I let my legs glide
apart ever so slightly, just enough to ensure that this man would get a
view of my pretty undies.  A brief glance his way confirmed that he had
caught sight of my display, as he looked disconcerted, and not quite sure
where to look!

   Success at my first go!  I was really happy, but soon realised, after a
few more goes, that I needed to get these panties off.  Pretty though they
were, I felt the need to show off the sopping wet pussy that was underneath
them.  So I made a trip to the bathroom, slipped out of my undies, and
placed them in my bag.  Now, walking back into the crowded party full of
men, I felt even more vulnerable and excited, wearing such a tiny skirt
with nothing underneath.  I couldn't believe I had wasted so much of my
life not doing this!  I got another drink and choose another good spot
directly opposite a guy whom I struck up a conversation with.  We had been
talking for about ten minutes before I could build up the courage to make
my move.

   I pointed out a painting I liked in the room, causing me to have to turn
myself slightly in my chair, making sure that I left one leg where it was
whilst the other parted...  again, just enough.  When I returned to face
forward I purposefully didn't draw my legs back together, so I sat, for a
good few minutes at least, in front of this guy with my legs apart giving
him an unrestricted view of my naked pussy, which, by now, was wetter than
ever.  I kept seeing his gaze wander momentarily to that place between my
legs, but again, the funny thing is that most of the time he looked
disconcerted, not knowing quite where to look!  Anyway, this experience
still made me feel so incredibly horny that I could barely concentrate
enough to hold a conversation.

   In the end, I must have let about seven or eight men see my pussy in
that way that evening.  This is quite something when you consider that in
the rest of my life put together, only a few men had seen me down there.  I
even got to flash this cute guy I knew from work years back, and just to
think he'll go away thinking it was just a freak lucky accident!  I enjoyed
myself so much and I'll never forget my first real flashing experience and
would really recommend it to other women if asked.  Most of the members of
this site who've befriended me are men.  I would love to know if they are
many other women who feel the same things that I do, who feel the same rush
of intense desire when I know a man is looking at me.

   I hope you've enjoyed this little story.  I do plan to write about some
of my experiences in more detail, to try and convey the sensations that
come with being a female exhibitionist.  But in this story I just wanted to
let you know about how I got started.

   P.s.  You're all welcome to become a friend and look at my pics.  I love
logging on and seeing new comments.  Love it, love it, love it!
   Joanna xxxxxx