Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ï>¿The Start byjulesteveÂ(C) The Start Pt. 05 How my sexual adventurous began, part five. Despite my recent experiences, I hadn't really explored my passion for exhibitionism away from the home and garden and places and people I was familiar with. With my aunt's encouragement, I'd been dressing more daringly. I had resolved to be more confident, taking chances to 'be naughty when the opportunity arose, as I had in the library. I'd been turned on when a dog walker had seen me taking a pee after being caught short while jogging. And was intrigued with the idea of teasing a stranger. Having recently passed my test, my aunt had encouraged me to buy a little second-hand car. I was proud of it, as most are proud of their first, and had taken it for a full valet and clean. On picking it up, I realised I'd skipped lunch. So I stopped to do a little shopping and have coffee at the local mall, sitting in a reasonably secluded corner on receiving my order. I was dressed in a white silk blouse and had flirted a little with the guy who had served me, more than aware of just how sheer it was. In addition to this, several buttons were open, exposing a good deal of cleavage as I leant on the counter. Oh, and I wasn't wearing a bra, so the darker shade of my nipples showed slightly. The young guy had been quite red by the time he had finished taking my order, making me smile and wonder if he'd be thinking of me when masturbating. My skirt was short and pleated with a hemline daringly (or perhaps riskily) resting an inch above mid-thigh, and the tiniest of thongs left me almost bare under the skirt. I saw a middle-aged guy sitting facing me, pretending to read a newspaper. He had been stealing glances, perhaps having also noticed the dark of my nipples showing through the blouse. His focus seemed to switch between my breasts and peeking under the table as I was showing a great deal of leg, my skirt laying pretty far up my thighs. Reaching under the table, I rested my hand on my thigh just below the hem of my skirt. Then looking directly at the guy, wondering what reaction I'd get, I slowly dragged the skirt over my thigh to about an inch off my barely concealed crotch. If the guy couldn't see the white of my panties peeking out from under my skirt, then he was blind. His gaze was now locked between my thighs, his mouth slightly open. He glanced around the area, perhaps to make sure what he was seeing was his secret, so my daring flash hadn't gone unnoticed. I also looked around quickly, not worried but curious if anyone else could see. Still, there was no one else but the staff. Feeling incredibly horny, I wondered how far I could push things Would I chicken out? Would he? Taking a breath, I decided to go further. Lifting my bum just a tiny bit, I pulled the skirt so far over my thighs that it exposed my panties completely, then sat forward on the edge of the seat, leant back and opened my knees. By now, he was fidgeting around a lot, the look on this face one of complete concentration. Thighs spread, I hooked a finger in my thong and pulled it to the side, uncovering a neat spars strip of fair hair. My pussy was partially obscured by my hand until I started slowly parting the lips, spreading them with my fingers. He was staring openly now. Obviously, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, as I used the tip of a finger to rub along the wetness of my tight lips, slowly inserting it inside myself. I, in turn, couldn't believe I was finger fucking, for a stranger, in the coffee shop of a public mall. Staring at my admirer, I brushed my fingers across my wet labia. Rubbing the damp folds until my legs start trembling, lost in the sensation until orgasm stilled my hand and reality returned. As I had pleasured myself, he had been hunched slightly forward, eyes focused between my legs while grinding his hand against the tent in his trousers. I don't think the guy's face ever changed expressions throughout my little exhibitionist show. This changed in a moment, however. Enjoying the guys lingering gaze as my breathing calmed, I sat, knees splayed, with my panties still bunched over to one side. Feeling naughty as I displayed myself for his pleasure. Suddenly his eyes clenched shut, and he visibly tensed for a full minute. As he regained composure, he panicked and dashed for the toilets, holding his newspaper in front of his trousers, and I knew for sure he had cum in his pants. Before he returned, I discreetly dabbed the damp spot on my seat then went to the ladies to clean up. My thong was soaked, so it ended up in my bag, leaving me with a very naked pussy, under a very short skirt. With this in mind, feeling both confident and sexy, I headed for the escalator. My skirt was short enough that if I leant forward just a bit the bottom of my buttocks, at the least would be on show. Placing a foot on the next step would definitely show a lot more for someone far enough behind me, now that I had no panties. The thought thrilled me. I didn't have to wait for a possible escalator 'voyeur.' As I walked quickly onto it, a guy came from the opposite side of the mall and stepped on a few steps back, where his eyes would have been level with my hem. Holding onto the sides of the escalator, I arched my back, pretending to stretch. Knowing that the elevation of the escalator would give the man a good view up my legs and possibly a peek of my buttocks. Nice, but I wanted a bigger thrill. Stepping one foot up on the next step parted my legs, and I could feel the cool air on my most private place as my damp lips parted slightly. Inconspicuously I bent over slightly as if to adjust my Sandel, causing the back of my skirt to rise very briefly as I quickly straightened back up. Thrilled, knowing that he had probably got a good look between my legs, I felt a slight shudder of excitement. The escalator ride was almost over, so I remained in the 'foot forward' position all the way up, imagining he was trying to take another look up my skirt. As I walked off, he managed to walk up beside me quite quickly, flashing a friendly smile, about to say something, but I quickly veered off into a shop. Walking back to my little car, my heart was pounding with excitement at how daring I had been. Sitting in it, a smile on my face, I thought about the thrill I'd given two strangers. Unable to resist, I reached under my skirt and touched a finger to my pussy. My body responded, and I clenched my thighs around my hand, enjoying the moment, suddenly coming to my senses as a car door clicked shut. Looking up, I noticed that I'd been observed masturbating by my escalator voyeur, who was sitting in the driver seat of an SUV beside me. I wasn't sure if he had followed me, but he had obviously been watching and had tried to slip into his vehicle quietly. It was much larger than my car, so he would have a great view down into it. He smiled, and I smiled back. Never losing eye contact with him, I took a breath, secure in the knowledge my doors were locked and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my breasts. From the look on his face and how his shoulder and arm moved, it looked like he might have begun masturbating. I watched for a moment, my pussy wetter than ever, so turned on it felt like I would orgasm without touching myself. Turning sideways in my seat to face the SUV, I pulled my skirt up around my waist. I daringly spread my knees, raising my hips to give him a full view of my naked pussy as I slipped a finger inside myself. My clit was so sensitive that just touching it pushed me to the brink. I fucked my pussy with my finger hard and fast, imagining the stranger's cock pleasuring me as I felt myself approaching orgasm. Watching him, I knew by the way he was tensing that he was about to cum. His shoulder and arm moved faster now, up and down at a frantic pace, pumping furiously. However, his eyes never left the show I was giving. That sent me over the edge. I spread my legs further apart, hips rising, as I pushed back on the fingers sliding deep inside. Feeling a wave of pleasure wash over me in an orgasm so powerful it seemed to last for delicious minutes. It was a while before the throbbing deep inside of me subsided. I sat there, thighs clamped, my fingers gently pressed to my dripping pussy letting the intense feelings subside, watching the man in the SUV who was in the process of cleaning up. He held up a wad of tissue and mouthed thanks, blowing a kiss, which made me laugh. I sat there after he drove off, giving myself time to come back to earth before going home. I straightened my clothes, started my car, backed out of the parking space and drove out of the parking lot. I couldn't wait to get home and tell aunty everything I had done during the day. No doubt she'd be wondering why my clothes were so dishevelled and would expect the whole story over a glass of wine. The Start Pt. 06: Cum Surprise How my sexual adventurous began 6, exhibitionist surprise. It felt like my recent adventure at the library was occupying my every thought. I hadn't been able to share it with my aunt as she was away on business. The whole exciting episode and the prospect of meeting my handsome stranger played on my mind, so much so it seemed like I was in a permanent state of sexual arousal. At college, I had not only been wearing shorter skirts but also going without panties. However, I hadn't yet the confidence to 'accidentally' flash. Even so, knowing the slightest breeze or bending over carelessly might expose me was exciting enough. Every day I couldn't wait to get home to take care of my 'itch', but as much as I enjoyed masturbating, it wasn't the same alone. I craved to be seen. It came to mind that I hadn't seen my neighbour around for a while. I knew the family had been away but noticed his bedroom light the previous evening. That night I had made sure to walk around the house naked, imagining him spying on me as I masturbated, facing the window, legs open. Hoping he was watching from his bedroom, stroking his cock as I pleasured myself. The imagery in my head brought a satisfying orgasm but still left me wanting more. Perhaps expectations of what might happen next time I met my 'stranger' drove my desires. But as I showered, I wickedly had the idea to invite the neighbour around to watch me masturbate. Not partially clothed like before, but lying back naked, thighs wide, open to him, allowing him to see all of me. And so, heart racing, I decided to drop a note. Hi, wondering if you'd like to come over and watch in person instead of from your bedroom. I will be on the back patio tomorrow evening after eight if you are up for some mutual masturbation. I know posting an invite is something different to our usual unplanned fun. Still, same rules, as usual, no touching, say nothing, watch, but I'd very much like to be covered in cum if you want to. x Knowing he'd be home, I popped the note in an envelope, addressed it from 'your friend xx' and dropped it through his letterbox, knocking then making a quick exit so that he'd come to the door and see the note rather than it found by his parents, (what fun that would have been) The next day I showered then checked myself in the mirror. I was admiring my perky breasts, flat toned stomach, strong runner's legs leading to a sparse, neatly trimmed triangle of hair. Resisting the urge to touch myself, I put on some of the lacy underwear, bought on the shopping trip with my aunt, then grabbed a beach towel to spread on the lounger. Turning the radio on low, I lit candles, illuminating the patio with a warm, soft glow. Then sat back on the lounger and enjoyed the twilight breeze playing across my body. In a flash of inspiration, I ran to the bedroom to borrow the travel mask my aunt used to sleep on planes, figuring it would be exciting to be blindfolded. I could even imagine it to be my 'stranger' watching. I was right; the tension was exciting, making my heart pound. I found myself jumping at every sound as the mask increased the sense of 'danger' in being outside and anticipation of his arrival. Eventually, I heard the back gate, then a slight creak of the patio steps as my neighbour approached. I could feel my stomach flip as I listened to his soft intake of breath. There was a brief moment of panic. What made me do this kind of thing? I didn't talk to the girls at college much, but I was pretty sure they never did something like this. But then there was my aunt, a strong, successful woman who took what pleasure she wanted from the men around her and the doubts passed. Still, nerves made my voice waver a little as I said. 'Just stop at the end of the lounger for now.' There was a soft 'ok' from him, and I took a breath, paused, thought here goes, then sat forward, unclasping my bra, letting it fall to the ground. There was a soft hiss of breath as I exposed my breasts, my nipples instantly hard in the evening air. I ran a thumb across them, causing a warm tingle between my legs. Before nerves could get the better of me, I hooked my thumbs in the sides of my panties. Butterflies in my stomach, not giving myself a moment to hesitate, I slowly pulled them down. Raising my legs to pull them over my feet, knowing I'd be exposed 'down there' as I did so. As I dropped them on the ground next to my bra, there was no doubt he was watching because I heard the sound of a zipper as my underwear fell to the ground. I could feel my heartbeat go up. Nervous but excited, I opened my legs wide so that the balls of my feet rested on the ground, either side of the lounger. My hand involuntarily went to my mound as I opened my legs. For a moment, I left my hand covering my sex. The only guy to have seen me this intimately, this close, was the stranger as he pleasured me with his tongue and fingers in the library. A sexual current shuddered through my body as I knew I'd go further and let him fuck me if we met again. At the thought, I rubbed my pussy lips lightly, dragging my fingers back and forth through the folds. It was almost too exciting being so open with every intimate part exposed to my neighbour's gaze, naked for his enjoyment. My other hand drifted to my breasts, where I pulled and twisted my nipples, making a muscle twitch in my inner thigh. Peeking down the mask, I could make out his bare thighs, where he had dropped his jeans. For a moment, I thought about removing it, but strangely it gave me the same sense of excitement I got from being seen through the window by my neighbour. Well, except this way, I'd experience the feeling of his cum splashing on me. I'd enjoyed the last time we'd masturbated together when he'd cum on my breasts and was looking forward to feeling his cum again. Only this time, I wanted to feel it between my thighs, covering my pussy. The urge made me feel wanton and slutty. I pushed my middle finger into myself without hesitation, moving my other hand from my breasts to my clit. Rolling it with the tips of my fingers in desperate need. It was so sensitive I soon felt the beginnings of an orgasm. Using my index and middle finger, I pounded my pussy. Building up momentum from a slow but deep rhythm to shallower quick movements until I was rubbing the whole of my pussy with my fingers. Now and again, dipping the index and middle finger inside myself as my hips and ass moved in tandem. Getting closer, I concentrated on my clit, rubbing it vigorously as an intense orgasm made my hips buck. My whole body shook, my legs clamping tight on my hand juices flooded over my fingers and dampened my thighs. I came so hard that it took me a few seconds to realise that my neighbour was grunting that he was 'going to do it.' Still panting from my orgasm, I spread my legs and told him. 'Do it here,' indicating where I meant by rubbing a finger between my folds. I heard him gasp, and his legs bump the side of the lounger, with the first warm drops of spunk hitting my thigh, my lower belly and eventually my pussy. I rubbed the warm stickiness across my clit, using small circular movements. More mess landed on my fingers and added to the slickness as I brought myself to another orgasm, working spunk over my pussy. Pleasant, intense feelings overtook me once again, leaving me gasping and disorientated for a moment. So much so that at first, I didn't register cum was also splashing on my belly and breasts. On our previous encounter, I'd been shocked by the sheer amount of cum the neighbour had produced. And in my post-orgasmic state, it took me a moment to realise no one produced the amount I was covered in. Pulling up the eye mask, I noticed not one pair of bare legs at the side of the lounger but two as a last few drops of spunk hit my breasts. Sitting up, pulling the towel around me, I saw a startled but puzzled look on not only my neighbour's face but on that of someone around the same age, someone I didn't know. 'What the fuck?' was all I could get out, as they looked at one another, confused. 'What the hell are you doing bringing a stranger here, you pervert?' My neighbour started to panic; both of them were hastily pulling up their boxers. 'Your note said to come over instead of watching from the house...I thought' It took me a moment to realise what he meant. 'You thought I'd invited you and this person, why..?' I started, then it occurred to me both of them had been watching the past few days performances. 'You brought a friend round to your house to watch?' I shouted angrily 'No, it was an accident.' He stumbled. 'It's my cousin, he's staying, sharing my room, and I never thought about...well you know...our thing, until it was too late.' The cousin picked up, 'he was in the shower, and I was looking out of the back window, and I saw you. When he came back, I told him what I'd seen, and he said I had to keep it secret.' 'So you've both been watching the whole week?' They both looked sheepish, and my neighbour muttered. 'pretty much.' Then added, 'sorry.' It took me a moment to process things and get over the shock. Still, then it occurred to me, isn't this the kind of thing I'd been wanting, especially since fantasising about flashing the group of men in the park? 'When we got the note, we thought you'd seen both of us, then when you were just waiting like the note said...' he shrugged. 'Ok, this is how it's going to go', I said 'It's a misunderstanding, but as you've both had a fun time, I'm guessing you'll be smart enough to keep this between us. Even if you were dim enough to misread my note.' They promised. 'How long are you staying?' I asked the cousin. 'Another week.' he said, then added. 'promise I won't tell anyone, that's the first time I've seen...' I laughed, 'A girl naked or a girl masturbating?' 'Both', he said, a little shy about it. 'Ok, then I'm going for a shower. You two can head home.' They turned to go. 'But meet me the day after tomorrow.' I said, casually dropping the towel 'unless you don't want to have some more fun?' They both grinned wildly and ran towards the back gate, nudging each other and laughing. I ran my hand over the mess covering my body from breasts to thighs. I thought about what an exciting few days it had been, enjoying my nakedness in the failing light and the sticky wetness drying on my skin before heading to the shower.