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   The Start Pt.  01

   As a budding exhibitionist, she was excited by the idea of 'flashing',
but hadn't built up the courage to take the plunge.  She discovered we both
like very similar things and wanted to know how I found and explored a
liking for 'being seen', mutual masturbation, and teasing.

   It set me thinking to back to my first experience, at nineteen.  I was
still a virgin, inexperienced, yet I was to find I was confident enough to
follow my desires and get what I wanted.  I was aware of my sexuality, had
desires that I had up until now taken care of with my fingers, and so far
had resisted dating, or the advances of fellow students.

   My Aunt, my guardian, after my parents had passed in a car accident, was
a strong independent lady with a successful business.

   She taught that despite what feminists say, being an attractive woman in
a man's world was never a disadvantage if you were smart enough to work
with it and take advantage.  Previously educated in boarding schools, I had
little experience of being around boys until collage, but my Aunt gave me
sound and sensible talks on men, sex and exploring my sexuality.

   She was open, honest and talked of the pleasure sex could bring, rather
than just the sterile practicality taught in sex education classes.

   And in collage I had been pretty much a loaner, caught up in my studies
as I wanted to do well.  Still, I was also well aware of the looks I got
from the male students, as well as the comments when we passed in the
hallways.  I found the attention exciting and started to wear my skirts a
little shorter, my tops a little tighter, just for the thrill of the tease.

   My Aunt's property was a large, three bedroomed detached,my bedroom was
the second largest, en suite facing the rear of the property with a small
balcony overlooking a moderate tidy garden and the houses to the back. 
Which were separated by wooden fencing and a narrow footpath between.

   It was here my adventures began for me one Saturday after I had returned
from a run.

   My Aunt was away, so I treated myself to a nice long soak in the bath,
rather than taking a shower in my en suite.  Drying off, I walked to my
room naked, having forgotten to pick up my robe.

   It was dark outside, and the curtains open, causing me to pause
momentarily at the door.  Bedside lamps dimly lighted the room, so thinking
nothing of it I sat on the edge of my bed and started gently rubbing body
lotion into my skin.

   The security light to the rear of the house opposite came on briefly,
and I thought I saw a shadow duck down behind the fence of their garden,
then slowly peek over the top.

   Whoever it was had been facing away from the neighbour's house.  With a
surprising tingle of anticipation, I realised they must be spying on me as
I sat naked.

   Rather than feeling embarrassed, I found it exciting.

   The person, (pervert?) stood as the security light faded and the garden
became darker.  I could just about make out the shape of him staring up at
my balcony window, perhaps thinking I couldn't see out, as I hadn't reacted
in any way.

   I was sitting sideways on to the window, in profile so he would be able
to see the shape of my breasts, hips, thighs but little else.

   My heart raced as I wondered what he thought of my breasts.

   I had never been naked in front of the opposite sex before; even my
doctor was female.  I wondered if he would be able to see how prominent my
nipples were, erect from the thrill of being caught.

   Suddenly I had an overwhelming desire for my spy to see everything.

   My reaction surprised me.  But, I stood on shaky legs and turned slowly,
giving him a fully exposed view of my entire body.

   My mouth was dry, and I was trembling all over, knowing that he could
see everything from my breasts to the sparse neatly trimmed patch of pubic
hair, leading down to the secret place between my thighs.

   A tremor of excitement went through my body at that realisation, I
forced myself to take slow, relaxed breaths and act natural as if I didn't
know anyone was there, so as not to frighten my spy away.  I groaned,
turned on and suddenly desperate to move a hand down between my legs.

   For a moment I wondered if it would be going too far, but then I found
an excuse to do so and tease him further.

   Turning my back to the window, I bent from the waist, legs slightly
splayed to retrieve the moisturiser from the bedside table.  I didn't know
whether the spy was close enough to see my bare pussy lips, but the thought
that he might be able to sent shivers through my body.

   Shocked at the intensity of my feelings, of a need to be seen, I
casually turned back towards the window, my thighs slightly apart.

   With moisturiser on the tips of my fingers, I rubbed a hand over my
lower belly, travelling lower until my fingers passed through my pubic
hair, I lingered briefly on my clit.

   Lost in the moment, I placed a foot on the bedside table and pressed a
finger to my pussy.  It slipped easily between my very moist outer lips to
my opening.I curled two fingers inside myself, caressing the smooth, warm
dampness there.

   Soaked, I then slipped them out and back to my clit.

   The 'naughtiness' of putting on a show soon got to me.

   Just the slight pressure of my finger tips was enough to give me an
almost instantaneous orgasm.  I gasped, keeping a finger busy until my
breathing started to return to normal.

   Lifting my head slightly, I saw my spy standing openly by the neighbours
garden gate.

   I waved

   He panicked and ran for the house behind.

   So it had been the neighbour's son who had been spying on me.

   He was a year older and a quiet, slight 'geek.' computer club sort, and
I wondered if he'd spied on my room before.  How many times had he caught a
glimpse as I wandered around, getting dressed?

   My mind raced, had he been masturbating, while watching me dress?

   Rather than being annoyed, I was intrigued, wondering how he looked
doing it and a little excited at the thought of me being the cause of his
excitment.

   I quickly pulled on panties and bra, plain cotton nothing revealing, my
robe and trainers, then raced downstairs, through our garden, over the path
and into the neighbours.

   I knew his parents were out for the evening, so I tried the back door,
found it unlocked and let myself in.

   Hearing the door click, he rushed into the kitchen and stopped
open-mouthed.

   I stood hand on hip, robe not fastened, but not wide open.

   He stood speechless, his eyes roving over my legs, taking in the teasing
glimpse of panties, the hint of a bra.

   His partly open fly betrayed what he had been about to do before I had
interrupted him, along with the fist full of tissue.

   Before he could say anything, I took control.

   'So you like peeping at girls changing?'

   I asked.

   'Did you enjoy the little show I put on?'

   He flinched as I moved forward and pointed towards the tissues.

   'Looks like I caught you about to take care of something.'

   He went to answer, but I cut in.

   'Only fair I watch unless you'd like my Aunt to give your parents our
CCTV.'

   I lied, the CCTV didn't cover the neighbours garden, but he wasn't to
know that.

   'You want to watch?' he asked.

   'Is that all.' his voice was a little horse.

   It was a fair question, seeing as the way I was dressed.

   Why had I dressed this way?

   It would have been quicker and easier to pull on a hoodie and leggings
if I was just confronting him.  But I knew it was because of my new found
desire to be seen.

   I didn't just want to watch.

   I wanted to play as I watched.

   The thought of watching and being watched was making my panties damp.  I
was a virgin, I didn't want sex yet, but I wanted to do something sexual,
something to get off, other than touching myself alone in my room.

   'We are not doing anything except watching.' I said

   'No sex, no kissing, but I might let you touch a little if you promise
to do as I say and nothing else.'

   He nodded his agreement so fast it was comical.

   I indicated to his trousers, 'undo them and make a start then.'

   He only hesitated briefly before pulling his jeans off, the end of his
penis stuck out from the fly in his boxers, which were soaked at the front.

   'Have you done anything before?' I asked.  My voice a whisper as I
stared at the glistening tip of the first cock I had seen, in the flesh, so
to speak.

   'No.' he answered, which was good because he would be as clueless as I
was, but also easy to manipulate.

   'Have you?'

   I wanted him to think I knew what I was doing so just replied.

   'You shouldn't ask a lady that.'

   He went red, my heart was pounding, but I managed to keep an even tone
as I said.

   'Show me what you do.'

   Dropping my robe, I stood there in just underwear and felt a tingle of
excitement.  I could feel my damp panties, had ridden up and knew they
would be moulded to my pussy, a hint of 'camel toe' teasing the shape of
me.

   He stared then, not even bothering to take off his boxers; he pulled his
penis through the fly, and started rubbing his hand back and forth.

   Subconsciously.  I traced a finger over the damp material between my
legs, watching fascinated as clear liquid coated the shaft of his penis and
dribbled onto the already soaked boxers.

   As his strokes got faster, I was acutely aware from my Aunts talks that
inexperience meant lads our age didn't last long.

   I wanted to enjoy this as long as possible, at least until I had got off
myself.

   'Stop.stop'

   'Just hold it for me to look at.' I said

   He looked at me stunned, slightly breathless.

   'I thought you wanted to see me do it.'

   My heart was pounding.

   'I do, just not right away.'

   He grasped my meaning and stroked it slower, the momentary pause had
stopped things briefly, but I knew that wouldn't last.

   To distract him while I 'entertained myself' I said.

   'You can touch my bra.'

   He hesitated then clumsily cupped my breasts and brushed his thumbs over
my nipples.

   He was watching to see how I would react as they stiffened against the
soft material of my bra.

   'Gently pinch them between your fingers.' I said.

   He did as I asked, and I groaned with pleasure, even though he pinched
them a little harder than I do when pleasuring myself.  Rolling, and
pulling them, almost painfully, sending new sensations through my body.

   Taking a breath, I grasped his cock.

   It jerked in my hand, and I thought he was going to do it straight away.

   He bit his lip, sucking in a sharp breath.

   It was a bit of a thrill knowing I was the first girl to ever to touch
him like this, I backed him up against the kitchen table.

   Standing, legs apart, I guided the glistening head between my legs,
pressing it to the wet material covering my slit and worked it back and
forth against me, teasing both of us.

   Feeling it against me with just the thinnest of barriers moving between
us was making me so wet.  Knowing that he desired more if I allowed,
pushing past my panties to sink inside, but depriving him, no both of us of
it, was such a rush.

   Because I found as much as I wanted to feel what it was like, holding
back, keeping control, being in charge, that was more exciting.

   Suddenly he cried out.

   'I'm going to do it.'

   He tried to pull away, and his cock sprang up between us, resting
against the soft cotton covering my pubic mound.

   Not wanting to break contact I moved my hips up and down slightly,
grinding against him, enjoying the feeling of his erection trapped between
us.

   Hearing him moan in pleasure, I pressed harder into him, my bra rubbing
against his chest, teasing my sensitive nipples.

   Suddenly, he grasped my cheeks and pulled me in tight, making me gasp in
surprise, stiffened then shuddered against me.  I felt something warm and
thick squirting onto my belly.

   His cock throbbed, the shaft pressed hard against my panties, the tip
jerking against my belly as for the first time ever someone covered me in
cum.

   I liked the feeling.

   As I eased back to look down between us some of it even squirting up to
wet the underside of my bra.  He let out a final shudder and tried to move
away, but I needed more.

   Grasping the slick, glistening end of his cock, I rubbed it hard against
my clit, through my wet panties, his cum soaking them, making them
translucent, my pubic hair clearly visable.

   It wasn't long until an orgasm hit that left me shuddering and
twitching, juices flowing while I gasped for breath, just as he had been
moments before.

   By now both my panties and thighs were soaked and slick, 'that was
amazing' I thought to myself as I calmed down.

   Without speaking a word, I suddenly gathered up my robe and left.

   He shouted after me but was in no position to follow, although I was as
damp and slimey as he was, if not more.

   The security light came on, and I briefly wondered if any of my other
neighbours had seen me running around in my underwear tonight.

   My thought bringing not shame but a shiver of excitement.

   There were no comments from neighbours.

   However, I was to find out the CCTV did partially cover both gardens and
had caught me running to the neighbours and back barely dressed.

   So I had some explaining to do.

   My Aunt listened as we talked openly about my experience.

   She gave advice, spoke to me about mutual masturbation, which apparently
is what we had been doing, and then went into all the other fun ways people
can share an experience without having full sex.  I was keen to try the
camel toe slide in particular, and years later it remains a favourite
tease.

   So in an evening, I had learnt that I was an exhibitionist and voyeur.

   And that I liked controlling what a man sees, or touches.

   Because, although my neighbour had seen me naked, it was at some
distance.

   In the kitchen, he'd touched just my bra and seen nothing intimate, only
the shape of me where my panties had clung.

   I had found that being clothed, keeping things 'secret' was as exciting
as being naked.

   I'd also got a thrill from walking around semi-naked and liked the
thought of doing things in public, of being caught.  I dared myself to go
without panties for a day, just to see what it would feel like.

   Mostly, I had also liked the feel of his cum squirting on me and
wondered what it would be like to feel it on my bare breasts, my ass, my
thighs.

   My pussy.

   Perhaps he let me find out.

   Thats another story.

   X





   The Start Pt.  02

   How my sexual adventurous began

   After my fun time as an exhibitionist and talking with my aunt, I was
keen to explore this new exciting side to my sexuality.

   The feeling of intense pleasure, control and the confidence I'd
experienced while teasing my peeping Tom neighbour was something I was keen
to repeat.

   As I'd said previously, I liked the attention that I got from the
students at college.

   Not being used to male attention, being educated in an all-girl boarding
school, the glances and comments had been both surprising and flattering. I
was now wearing slightly shorter skirts, sitting at mid-thigh instead of
knee-length, tighter tops or cream, white blouses that gave a hint of bra
if it was a slightly darker shade.

   My aunt had noticed the difference, at breakfast, the following week,
she mentioned my 'new look.'

   'You're dressing more confident recently,' she said, sipping her coffee,
adding.

   'Since your little adventure.'

   She smiled as I felt myself blush.

   'It's nice you're exploring what excites you, and it's nice to dress
sexy.  I guess you're finding pleasure in the attention.'

   I said I was and added.  'I'm still nervous, though, which stops me from
getting carried away.'

   She laughed at this.

   'There is no getting carried away, as long as it's fun for you, but
there is being sensible, safe and subtle.'

   'The secret of a tease is to let them half imagine what they've seen.'

   'It's half the fun, the control.'

   'That, is she, isn't she moment of, did I just see that?'

   'Men are happy with the thought they might have seen a bare cheek...'

   She paused, sipped her coffee again, smiling over the top of her glass
as she added.

   'Let alone a brief glimpse of pussy.'

   Gathering her bag, she said.  'Let's shop.'

   The first call was a large department store.

   We wove our way to the lingerie and stopped at a rack of thongs.

   I'd only worn what might be called 'normal' panties.

   Apart from a high cut pair, that gave the illusion I wasn't wearing any
underwear from a side view.

   If I'd lifted my skirt to the hip, that is.  I'd only done in the
confines of my room, in front of the mirror.  And once in the ladies at
college, daring myself to do it somewhere, I'd be seen, not yet having the
nerve to do it, despite a tingle between my legs, butterflies in my
stomach.

   Auntie picked out several pairs of thongs, some simple, others lacy and
sheer.

   With a smile and, 'ahh, there we are,' she examined a tiny pair.

   The colour of which described as 'nude' on the label.

   She dangled them from a finger, a naughty look on her face.

   'These are so much fun, the slightest, 'flash' will have poor guys
convinced they have seen 'everything' when all they've seen is panties.'

   She added matching bras to the thongs and paid, despite my protests that
I should.

   "My tutoring, my treat.' She said over a coffee.

   'We are so much alike, you and I.'

   I felt flattered at that.

   'I want you to experience all the delights and thrills of being a
strong, confident lady, someone who's not afraid to explore and enjoy sex.'

   'So many don't, settling for what's considered normal, decent, so
boring.' She said sadly.

   We continued shopping, and next, she picked out several tops of the
cliche, secretarial type, sheer, silky, cream, white, off white blouses,
some loose, some fitted.

   It wasn't far from what I usually wore, pretty much my usual 'look,'
although not usually so see-thru.'

   'The right lace bra under these will look stunningly sexy.' She said. 
'The white one with this white balconette bra will give a real treat to
some lucky man.'

   She held them up.

   'Just sheer enough to give a hint of nipple in the right light, the dark
subtly showing through, and just light enough to tease the shape of the
breast, the contrast of skin spilling over the top of the white lace.'

   I was a little embarrassed, excited, and wondering about my aunt.

   She was private about her life, had never married, was hugely
successful, yet grounded, living well, with nice things.  She never
attached or committed to anyone she dated and never brought anyone home,
usually ending her evenings at a hotel.

   When I'd asked her why, she'd just tapped the side of her nose, winked
and said, 'neutral ground.'

   Next, we shopped for skirts.

   'Short is good,' she said.

   'But it's easy to look desperate, like a tart if it's too extreme,
giving too much away spoils the tease.'

   'Top of the thigh, just an inch or so under the buttocks, is such a
thrill, it takes real care not to show anything, remembering to keep the
knees together when stooping to pick things up or sitting down takes
effort.'

   She had that naughty smile on her lips again.

   'Reaching up or bending over a desk is such a risk.'

   'Guys will be glued to you, waiting for that slip, almost holding their
breath in anticipation.  It's tense and exciting, empowering because you
control what they see.  It's also a thrill because you have to be so
controlled and aware of 'slip ups' if you don't want to put on a show.'

   She licked her lips, eyes sparkling, a slight blush to her cheeks.

   'The fun of the nude colour panties isn't just in giving the impression
they've seen more than they have.'

   'It's slipping them off later, then giving the same teasing glimpse
between your legs.'

   My heart raced a little at the thought.

   'The next time, holding the pose, making it that fraction longer before
you bring your knees together.'

   'The look on their face when they realise they were mistaken, but wow,
not this time, the lust there, the animal desire, it's a rush.'

   She gave a little laugh.

   'You can be certain they'll be masturbating later, remembering your
pussy, fantasising about how they'd take you, as they cum in their hand.',

   I have to admit I was a little turned on.  My auntie frowned,
thoughtful.

   'Are you shocked?'

   'No, I was just thinking of how it would feel if they were to cum on me
instead of in their hand.' I answered honestly.

   'Oh, interesting, we seem to have found a kink,' she said.

   I explained again how turned on I'd been when the neighbour's lad had
suddenly cum, splashing my panties and belly.

   'And you'd like him to do that again?' She asked.

   'Yes, well, not specifically him, someone, I just liked that moment...'
I trailed off.  'Does that sound bad of me?'

   My aunt laughed, 'not at all.  It's something I enjoy in a tease; at
least you can't get pregnant.'

   Again I blushed.  'I'm not ready to have sex, auntie, not yet.  I want
to explore every possibility that leads up to it, understand more about the
things I liked that night.'

   'Being seen, watching, being in control.'

   She patted my arm.

   'Sensible, and you have the right attitude, find out what pleases you,
and never, ever compromise.'

   She walked to another row of skirts.

   'Mid-thigh, pleated are fun too, not as obvious as a short skirt, they
tend to flip up in a breeze which is nice, the fun is in resisting the urge
to hold it down, going with the happy accident, innocent nature of being
exposed.'

   'They ride up the leg nicely when bending over or reaching something
down from a shelf or being careless crossing legs.  And paired with the
nude thong...'

   She left that hanging and gave a wicked grin.

   'Same with a wrap-around skirt, the possibility of innocent 'wardrobe
accidents' are endless for an inventive, adventurous lady.'

   We strolled to the checkout.  I stopped to try on a jacket that would
compliment the skirts.

   'For a young lady, your dress is quite professional, a real business
lady image, all of all these outfits will look sexier than you usually
wear, but not too obvious.'

   Again she insisted on paying, and we deposited the bags in the car.

   'Lunch, I think,' she said, and we made our way to a lovely
pub/restaurant tucked away from the main high street.

   We both chose the chicken salad with a glass of white.  Aunty sipped at
her drink because she was driving but called for more wine when my glass
was almost empty.

   It was cool, crisp and I soon had a pleasant tipsy buzz.

   Through dinner, we'd again gone over my experience with the neighbour. I
explained my desire to "flash' and my chickening out with the high cut
panties.

   I also said I'd like another opportunity to watch a guy masturbate.

   Auntie squeezed my hand.  "You're serious about having fun, exploring
possibilities?' She asked excitedly.

   I nodded, 'Of course,' I frowned, 'what are you up to?'

   She stroked my hand and asked.  'Have you noticed the guy in the corner
checking us out?'

   I looked around without being obvious and saw a young guy, slim,
clean-shaven, wearing a black polo shirt with the pub logo on the sleeve.
He was finishing a sandwich, so I guessed on a break.

   She pointed to the restrooms.  They were unisex single rooms containing
a toilet, sink and progressive for the time, although common now, with the
whole gender thing.

   'Wait for me there.' She said.

   I needed to pee after the wine anyway.  So I walked around the side of
the bar to the toilets.

   It was pretty quiet.  My aunt, myself, a couple and a few staff were the
only people in there, it being early afternoon, between office lunches and
the evening rush.

   Which was fortunate because I guess no one saw my aunt guide the slim
guy to the toilet, ushering him in as I tried to exit.

   She flipped the lock on the door, and I just managed to get a "what...'
as she interrupted.

   'This guy would like to help you with what we were talking about.'

   She held up a hand, 'of course you don't have to, but the opportunity is
there, so...'

   I stood stunned for a moment, then, not sure if it was the wine or our
chat, I said.

   'What are we talking about here?'

   She took the guy by the shoulders from behind, leaning in to peck him on
the cheek, and said.

   'He's kindly agreed to play along with your desire to watch a guy
masturbate.'

   She grinned wickedly.

   'As long as you give him something to look at.'

   She nudged the lad, 'take it out and show her.'

   'But...' he stammered.

   'Oh, I'm staying to make sure you don't try anything other than what we
agreed.'

   'And what exactly was that?'

   I said.

   'For him to do the same thing as the neighbour.' She smiled.

   'Here?' I whispered.  'And with you watching?'

   'If that's ok, or I can leave you with him, or we can just go.' She
added.

   'No, it's fine.  I can see it would be safer with you here.'

   I could see he was turned on already, being in here with two women; he
shifted uncomfortably, adjusting the bulge in his trousers.

   I could also see the desire in my aunt's eye, the subtle flick of her
tongue wetting her lips.

   Without another word, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse.

   Next, I unzipped my skirt, started to slip it off, then stopped.

   'Well?' I whispered, my voice husky with anticipation.  'Are you going
to take it out?'

   He quickly undid his trousers, kicking them off, grabbed his penis and
pulled it over his boxers.

   Slipping off my skirt and blouse, I leant past him to hang them over the
hand dryer.

   His cock twitched as my hip brushed against it.

   My heart raced as I stood in front of this stranger, wearing just my bra
and panties.  I knew the panties clung and that my nipples poked out
against thin cotton and brushed a finger over them.

   My aunt, who was close behind me in the small room, said quietly.

   'Why don't you let him do that, like that night.'

   I nodded, and that was all the invite he needed.

   He pinched a nipple gently through my bra, then cupped and squeezed my
breasts in turn.

   It felt nice.  I was staring intently at the other hand, working with
ever-faster strokes over a growing member, fascinated by the angry-looking
tip and the clear goo, oozing and coating his fingers and shaft.

   I moved closer and angled his hand so that the tip of his cock touched
my panties, causing a little damp spot, then guided his movements, my hand
over his, rubbing it up and down, making them wet and clingy, moulded to my
mound.

   My aunt whispered, 'trust me, you'll like this,' and gently turned me,
so my back was to him.

   I felt the damp tip of his cock touch a buttock and jumped a little.

   He let out a little gasp of pleasure as my aunt gently took his hand
from his cock and guided us together so that the shaft lay against me,
upright between my buttocks.

   At her urging, he reached around and cupped my breasts, rubbing and
pinching the hard nipples as he thrust against between cheeks.

   The high cut panties exposed much of my buttocks, and his grinding
pushed them further into me.  The feel of his hard, slick flesh against the
soft skin was delicious.

   It felt so good, without thought for my aunt or the stranger, I slipped
a finger down the front of my panties, playing with my clit.

   I caught his reflection in the mirror, wide-eyed, watching me play as he
cupped a breast, squeezing it hard, moving his other hand to my stomach,
pulling me harder against him.

   It felt natural to push my hips back, meeting his thrusts, so close to
orgasm, the stranger, the public nature of the location and being watched
were too much.  I let out a small gasp of pleasure.

   Suddenly my aunt took my shoulders and turned me to face him, his slick
cock brushing across my buttock and thigh, leaving a slimy trail.

   She slapped his hand away and grabbed his cock, pounding away furiously,
finishing him off, as he gritted his teeth in pleasure.

   I noticed that her skirt was hitched up, over her wrist, her other hand
moving between her legs.

   She caught my eye and whispered, 'sorry, it was too much, I had just
to.'

   The guy went ridged as he reached a peak, letting out a grunt, streams
of cum pumped out from his pulsing member, hitting my panties and thigh.

   I quickly grabbed his cock from my aunt, pressing the tip against my
panties, as I had the neighbours son, rubbing the pulsing head against my
clit, making him hiss air between his teeth.  He grabbed my hips and thrust
at me.

   Cum soaked my panties, belly and thighs.  A second orgasm made me
shudder, forcing me to hold onto his shoulder with my free hand to steady
myself, panting into his neck, the inside of my thigh twitching, my pussy
soaking from the results of our excitement.

   The stranger was also panting, the last dribbles leaking from his
softening cock onto my leg as I pushed him away.

   Taking the hint, he turned, pulled a tissue from the dispenser and
cleaned up.  However, he stopped as my aunt; still a little breathless,
touched my shoulder and whispered.

   'I sometimes give them my panties to clean up with and keep as a
souvenir.'

   She smiled.

   'Besides, they're usually too much of a mess to wear.'

   I hesitated for a moment.

   No man had seen me naked up close before.

   He'd paused with the wad of tissue in his hand.

   My stomach doing flips, I quickly slipped off the damp, sticky panties
and held them out to him.

   His eyes were glued to the sparse, neatly trimmed hair and the hint of
slit, my thighs were squeezed tight together, so there wasn't much for him
to see.  Still, the look in his eye as he reached for my panties sent a
little shiver through my belly, and I wanted more of that feeling.

   Nervously I stepped my left foot out, parting my thighs slightly,
opening myself up a little, offering the briefest of glances between my
legs.

   I was shaking but thrilled as he gazed at my pussy.  No, cunt, cunt was
the word needed because of how daring and slutty I felt.

   Taking the wad of tissue from his hand, I wiped some of the mess from
between my legs, using my hand to hide my most intimate parts again.

   My aunt broke the spell by saying quietly but firmly.

   'Thank you, but it's time to go.'

   He quickly finished wiping down, pulled on his trousers and backed out
of the door, tucking my panties in his pocket.

   His eyes never left my body, even as he mouthed, 'thanks.'

   My aunt and I cleaned up, and I learnt another valuable lesson.

   'Always carry tissues and wet wipes if you're going to be adventurous,
as there's not always a sink handy.'

   From experience, I learnt she was right, so now I'm never without them.

   It wasn't until I was fastening my skirt that I realised I'd be walking
around pantiless for the first time.

   It was something I'd wanted to try but not had the nerve.  Now I had no
choice.

   My aunt put her hand on my shoulder and smiled, 'You ok?'

   I smiled back

   'More than ok,' I planted a peck on her cheek, 'thank you.'

   We left the restaurant, walking slowly back to the car, a slight breeze
ruffling my skirt.  I liked the feeling of it brushing against me and the
secret knowledge that I was naked beneath.

   It was thrilling and something I'd now have the confidence to explore
further.

   My aunt must have sensed my enjoyment because she laughed and said,
'nice, isn't it?'

   It was then I realised my aunt hadn't had to remove her panties, as she
hadn't been wearing any.

   Once back at the car, we chatted about what had happened, what had
thrilled me the most, the risky location, the control, being naked in front
of a guy, let alone a stranger, and my big step in allowing him to see me.

   I'm grateful that my aunt was such a free spirit sexually and that she
encouraged and guided me.  It's led to a life of excitement and confidence
that few experience.

   And, of course, I now had those outfits and underwear to experiment
with.

   Along with my new found confidence.