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Archive name: showoff.txt (MF, exh)
Authors name: Margaret (address withheld by request)
Story title : Showing Off
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Showing Off (MF, exh)
by Margaret (address withheld by request)
***
These are some of my early memories of showing myself to
others. I intend to write more later to bring things to
the present day.
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Hello, My name is Margaret. I'm now 49 years old and,
before time slips further away, I'd like to share these
memoirs of my passion for exhibitionism.
It all started when I was very young. I was showing my
cousin my "peach" as he called it and he was showing me
his "wiener". I suppose we must have been about 6 or 7. I
am a year younger than him. We were caught by our mothers
who told us it was rude to do that but I heard them
giggling about it a few minutes later in the other room.
I liked showing myself off already and didn't intend to
stop.
After that I made a lot of opportunities to show off my
young body - to anybody really. We lived in a ranch-type
home, or a bungalow as the Europeans call them. My
bedroom was on the side of the house and all visitors had
to walk past my window to get to the front door from
their cars. I used to wait until I heard them saying
their goodbyes and get ready. It was usually dark by the
time they left, so I would switch on my bedroom light and
pretend to be doing my ballet exercises - naked - when
they walked by. I didn't have much to show off yet but I
loved the feeling of knowing that they could see me, and
thinking I was oblivious to their gaze.
As I grew older my exhibitionism techniques improved.
There was a friend of the family; I called him Uncle
Edgar, though he wasn't really related to us, who I used
to enjoy showing off to in particular. I was, I suppose,
about 9 by this time. I purposefully sat on the floor
with my back against the chair opposite where he was
sitting and raised my knees up together under my chin
with my ankles a foot apart, showing him my panties.
I loved to see his eyes darting backwards and forwards to
my crotch. Once when the kids had been outside playing in
the garden, splashing each other with the hose, I sat
opposite him in my usual position but this time I had
pulled the crotch of my swim suit to one side, exposing
my young, hairless pussy to him. I loved it and I think
he enjoyed the view. No physical contact ever took place
but I used to rub my little cunny like crazy later, in
bed.
My parents split up when I was about 9 or 10. I was
totally bewildered by it all really. My Dad moved out and
I would see him occasionally but he moved to the coast
and our visits got less and less. I continued with my
exhibitionism, showing myself when I got the chance.
My next real memory is about summer camp. We were down by
the lake, boys mostly sticking with boys and the girls
all together. I knew that about 6 or 7 of the boys used
to hang out behind one of the boathouses, doing what, I
don't know, probably smoking a cigarette, stolen from a
Dad before camp or other pranks done by 13 to 16 year old
boys. One day I slipped from the group of girls and made
my way over to the boathouse.
When I reached the side of the building I made a fair bit
of noise and listened as the boys hurriedly hid, probably
fearing they'd been caught. Then I walked around the
corner to the back and, pretending I didn't know they
were hiding, started to pull my shorts and panties down
to take a pee. I could see a couple of the boys' heads
popping up and down and pretended not to see them.
I actually stepped out of my shorts and panties and,
spreading my legs quite wide bent my knees slightly and
peed right in front of them. At least two of them were
only a couple of yards or so away. Halfway through my
performance one of the bigger boys stepped out of hiding
and ran towards me, laughing and pointing at my pussy. I
pretended to be embarrassed but I couldn't stop
'midstream' so I let him get near and he got a real
close-up.
At 14 I had some hair on my pussy now and he commented on
it and told his friends to come and take a look. I
feigned panic and fell backwards, totally spreading my
legs for the now 3 or 4 boys in close proximity. The
first boy grabbed my legs and held them open and called
the others closer. I didn't scream or cry out. He wasn't
hurting me and I loved the attention. One of them
mentioned my pubic hair again and I, thinking I was being
tough, bet him he didn't have any.
This shut him up immediately but the first boy said, "Oh
no, look at mine then," and, releasing my legs, which I
made no effort to close, pulled the waistband of his
shorts down, exposing his pubic hair. The other boys
egged him on, telling him to "show her your prick!"
At this he pulled his shorts all the way down, exposing
his penis to me. The other boys were telling me that "I'd
never seen a whopper like that before" and I have to
admit it seemed huge to me at the time. I hadn't really
seen one since the days of my young cousin. It was semi-
erect and he was shaking it around proudly in front of us
all.
One of the other boys took advantage of the distraction
and leaned over and roughly rubbed my pussy and whooped
to the other boys that he'd done it. I started to feel a
little scared as first one hand then another did the same
thing. They even tugged on my pussy hair. It did,
however, have the effect of spreading my pussy lips open
to their gaze. The first boy's penis was now standing
almost straight up and he was staring at my exposed pussy
and slowly stroking his penis.
One of the other boys told him to "show her how you can
fetch." He then began to furiously jerk his fist up and
down his penis. I was in awe and absent-mindedly started
to run my finger up and down my slit as I watched him.
The other boys were encouraging him and his face was
turning redder and redder.
Suddenly his body stiffened and his hips bucked forward.
He let out a moan and his sperm dribbled from the head of
his penis. I had been frigging myself all this time and
the boys were now quietly watching me.
I held my pussy lips wide and rubbed my little clit
furiously with my middle finger. I looked at their faces.
I was in heaven at their astonished looks. I felt the
familiar feeling building in the pit of my stomach and
pushed my pussy up towards them as I came, my juices
running down my crack.
After that I showed the boys my pussy nearly every day,
sometimes to as many as 20 of them. I made a couple of
them show me their penises but my pleasure came from them
looking at, and even touching, my pussy.
One of my Mom's dates, Herb, would come over to the house
quite regularly, and I got on quite well with him. Herb
was a very nice man. I was in my bedroom when I saw him
pull into the driveway one day. My mother greeted him
from the garden where she was planting flowers. They
exchanged a few words and he asked where I was.
My mom told him that I was inside listening to records or
something. He told her that he'd bought me some candy and
she told him to take it into the house and surprise me.
She continued gardening and I saw him, through my sheer
curtains coming, to the front door.
I immediately sprang into action. I removed my panties
and lay back on the bed, pulling up my skirt around my
waist and spreading my legs towards my bedroom door. I
started masturbating and closed my eyes until I could
just see. My door slowly opened and I carried on rubbing
my pussy as his head appeared around the door, at the
same time calling my name.
He was all the way in the room in one step and he just
froze. I stopped and sat up on the bed, pushing my skirt
down in mock embarrassment. He stuttered and stammered
that he was so sorry and I did a great job of being
totally embarrassed. He scurried out of the room and I
couldn't help but smile to myself. I heard him outside
with my Mom, but he didn't mention the incident to her. I
don't think he ever did!
My exhibitionism seemed to stop for a few years, or I
can't remember it too much. The main reason, I suppose
was that my High School years were spent at an all-girl
Catholic school. Of course, we would "date" boys from the
neighboring boys' school and I even indulged in a little
sexual activity. I had intercourse, if that's what you
could call it, twice. My biggest thrill was watching the
boy's face as I removed my clothing.
The next "fun" time I had was on spring break when at
college. We were in Fort Lauderdale, having a great time
drinking and flirting with all the guys on the beach. A
girlfriend and I had rented a room in a Bed-and-Breakfast
type of place as our parents thought this was safer than
a big hotel. The owners of the place, Nancy and Ted, were
a middle-aged couple. They seemed ancient to us but were
probably as old as I am now.
The bedrooms were off a hallway, and the bathroom and
toilet were in the hallway too, separate from the
bedrooms. We were placed next to Nancy and Ted's bedroom,
probably to ensure no hanky-panky occurred.
One night as I lay in bed I heard Ted come out of his
room and, mumbling something to Nancy, proceed down the
hallway to the toilet. This was next-door to the bathroom
and I snuck out of our room - my friend was asleep
already - down to the bathroom, trying not to make a
sound.
Once inside the bathroom I turned on the small light
above the mirror and sat on the side of the bathtub with
my robe wide open with one leg raised on the side of the
tub and my legs spread, pretending to be washing my foot.
My plan worked when Ted pushed open the door and flicked
on the light. I pretended to be startled and didn't move
a muscle. Ted's eyes immediately went to my pussy.
I pretended to regain my senses and stood up and closed
my legs, covering my pussy with one hand and putting my
arm across my chest, as if to hide my boobs. Of course, I
made sure to leave one boob on show. He didn't say a
word, just standing there for what seemed like ages,
until he turned without a word and left, closing the door
behind him. Again I loved it.
A couple of days later we went down for breakfast and Ted
was sitting in his chair in front of the window, reading
his paper. He glanced up and went back to reading. I sat
on one of the dining chairs at the side of the table
facing him and pulled my heels up on the seat and, knees
together, opened my ankles a few inches until I knew my
pussy was showing. I was so excited but he didn't look up
for the longest time.
Finally I saw the newspaper go down and he lifted his
head. I was chatting across the table to my girlfriend,
who knew nothing of what I was doing, being hidden by the
table between us. I looked out of the corner of my eye
and saw Ted staring at my pussy, which, by now was open
and wet. I slowly turned my head towards him and as he
lifted his gaze and our eyes met, I smiled at him, not
moving my position at all.
He looked stunned for a couple of seconds and then smiled
himself and looked at my pussy again. I slowly moved my
hand from on top of the table, and, while still chatting
to my girlfriend, spread the lips of my pussy wide for
him. I was soaking and I slowly, nonchalantly inserted a
finger into my vagina, all the while still talking to my
girlfriend, who could see nothing of this. I looked over
at Ted again and inserted and removed my finger several
times. He couldn't take his eyes off the view. After a
few minutes I stopped and put my legs down, closing my
robe.
That same night I repeated the scene from the other night
and waited, legs spread on the edge of the bathtub, for
Ted. He duly appeared and this time, closed the door
behind him, locking it. He told me I was a very dirty
girl, all the while with a grin on his face. As he
approached me I told him to stop right there. I told him
that he could look but not touch.
He grudgingly said, "OK," and moved to sit on the small
stool at the make-up mirror. I spread my legs as wide as
I could and started to run a finger up and down my slit,
which was already very wet. I fingered myself as I had
done at breakfast, then I turned my back to him and bent
over as far as I could and spread my cheeks for him. I
turned back and he was pulling out his penis. I sat on
the bathmat with my back against the tub, spread my legs
and started to finger my clit. I watched him jerking his
penis as he watched me frig my pussy.
Within a few minutes he raised his butt up from the
stool, took a couple of steps forward and stood over me
and grunted as the sperm spurted from his penis and into
my hair, face and onto my boobs.
I never missed a beat and continued masturbating. He
staggered back onto the stool and watched me as I
shuddered through my orgasm. Not a word was said for the
next couple of minutes and then I stood up, wiped the
sticky mess from my face, chest, and, as best I could, my
hair and walked out of the bathroom and went to bed.
Things were a little strained the next morning at
breakfast but it was our last day, so after breakfast we
packed our suitcases and took a taxi to the airport. I
kissed both Ted and Nancy goodbye as if nothing had
happened and thanked them for their hospitality and told
them we'd be sure to return.
We never did.
Continued...
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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