Mall Flashing (part 2)

The first two responses to my flashing that I was actually able to observe were so delightful that I became a bit more bold. I still used the method of waiting for a man to find me bent over in a store, but it was more fun to show off in the main corridor of the mall where there was more of a risk factor involved.

I stood near the railing on the second level of the store for a few minutes on three different occasions, but damn the luck, nobody at all looked up. It felt weird just standing there doing nothing so eventually I moved to another location and tried it again. When ever I did this I was trying to target individual guys working in kiosks, but there was always a danger that somebody else might look up too. The mall wasn’t as busy as I expected it to be, but there was still a moderate crowd there so there was potential to expose myself to more than just the guy I was targeting.

One of those guys in the kiosks didn’t look up to see me on the second level, but I did manage to catch his attention after I moved to the ground level. There was a U shaped bench near his kiosk that was situated directly in front of where he was sitting behind his counter working on his lap top. There were planters containing tall foliage around the bench so it was somewhat shielded from view to the sides of the main corridor. I took a position on the bench facing the guy in the kiosk and spread my legs a little as I pretended to make a call on my cell. It took a few seconds but the guy finally looked up from his lap top and couldn’t miss seeing my exposed *****. My heart was racing as I continued to let him view me for several seconds. He was still working on his lap top but kept glancing up at me very frequently so he couldn’t have been getting any work done. Though I was somewhat shielded by the landscaping it was still pretty daring to remain in that position for an extended period of time. When I was satisfied he had a good story to tell his friends I moved on.

I went to the food court where I got a slice of pizza and a drink, then sat down to consume my supper. I selected at a table on the edge of the seating area where I would be highly visible to anybody walking by. I was sitting on the side of the court where the restrooms were located so anybody walking into the food court from that direction, or anybody just going to the rest rooms would walk right past me. I sat with my ankles crossed and relaxed my legs so my knees naturally parted to show my *****. I paid close attention to everybody who walked towards me. If I wanted to flash them I did nothing since I was already exposed. If I didn’t want to flash them I merely closed my legs and put my hand in my lap to cover myself. I pretended to pay no attention to the guys I flashed so it would appear that I was unaware of my exposure, but I could see their reactions. I only flashed a few guys as I sat there. A middle aged man had no apparent reaction as if he hadn’t seen anything, but I don’t know how he could have missed seeing my *****. A heavy set man smiled slightly and kept on walking. A boy in his late teens did a slight double take which ended up with him staring directly at my crotch. That reaction was so priceless I almost broke out laughing. The boy circled around and walked by again to get a second peek, but I casually closed my legs so it wouldn’t look too obvious that I was intentionally exposing myself. Guys had to pay attention the first time or I didn’t give them a second chance.
The final guy to view me in the food court was a man in his late twenties and with his girlfriend. I didn’t think the guy noticed me but he selected a table near to me so his girlfriend’s back was to me while he sat across the table from her, facing me. The guy was clearly checking me out under my table, but did an amazing job of not letting his gf know what was up. He also did an amazing job of not making it obvious to me that he was checking me out. If I had been unaware of my exposure his actions wouldn’t have alerted me to the fact that my ***** was on display. Since I was aware of the scene I was putting on it was easy to pick up on the frequent but disguised glances at my crotch. It was amusing to watch the skill he employed to engage his gf in conversation while casually glancing my way repeatedly. He never seemed to get distracted from his conversation, and never let his gf distract him from admiring my blatantly exposed *****. She never had a clue what was going on. However he did distract me some as I became so enthralled with watching him check out my crotch that I almost stayed exposed as a group of elderly people walked by. I’m pretty sure I got my legs closed before the senior citizens saw anything but it was a close call. Didn’t want to be giving anybody a heart attack. Shortly after that I finished my meal and moved on.

Through out my adventure I was pleased and a little amazed that I didn’t pick up any persistent followers. I thought I did do a very good job of only showing off my charms to guys I intended to expose myself to. However my provocative attire attracted some attention even when I wasn’t flashing. When ever it seemed like a guy was following me I would duck into a women’s clothing store, lingerie store, or a jewelry store for a while. Guys seemed reluctant to follow me into female oriented stores.

Eventually I sat down on a bench that was facing the top of an open staircase. With my legs slightly parted I waited for somebody to come up the stairs and discover my wet ***** on display. I was only about ten feet away from the top of the stairs and directly in front of it so it would be impossible for somebody not to see me when they reached the top of the stairs. I was engaging in more risky behavior because I wasn’t selecting my targets any more. I never knew who’s head would come into view as they climbed the stairs. My heart was racing as I played the dicey game. I was becoming so aroused from the repeated flashing and the current risk taking that I desperately wanted to touch myself. But, I wasn’t that daring. I only waited a minute or so but it seemed like forever until a head appeared coming up the stairs. Luckily it was a guy. I think he was as startled as I was. My body jerked a little in a nervous startled reflex when his head suddenly came into view, and his head jerked back a little when he saw a wet ***** staring him in the face. We both recovered quickly and I pretended not to notice him staring at my crotch. He moved to the side of the corridor where he paused to lean on the railing and look down to the lower level of the mall. He stayed in that position for a while, occasionally glancing back at my crotch. He had a pudgy build, in his mid twenties. Not normally somebody I would be attracted to, but I didn’t discriminate on who got to see my *****. Nobody else was walking by in a direction that they could see my exposure so I remained in position for the guy for a minute or so. Then another head appeared at the top of the stairs. He was a thirtyish man talking on his cell. I managed not to jerk in surprise with the second exposure. He clearly looked straight at my crotch but didn’t show any signs of surprise. After climbing to the top of the stairs he proceeded to walk back and forth in front of me while he continued to talk on his cell. He was subtle about looking at my crotch, but it was obvious he was lingering in the area to look at me. I was getting such a tremendous thrill from the two guys watching me that it was difficult for me to sit still. I really wanted to expose myself to them even more dramatically but I didn’t know how to do that without revealing the exposure wasn’t accidental. I remained exposed to both guys for another minute or more while I became increasingly horny. I was performing the longest and riskiest flash of the night and it was getting me so aroused I could feel my juices seeping down into my *** crack.

My fun suddenly came to an end when I saw two mall security cops coming in my direction. I became paranoid so I quickly stood up and walked down the opposite side of the main corridor from the cops. (I know they weren’t real cops but I don’t know what else to call them.) I paused to pretend to window show and saw that the cops had made a U-turn to walk down the same side of the mall as I was. I kept moving but every time I paused they were still behind me. I grew extremely paranoid when the cops followed me down the escalator, then turned to walk down the same side of the main corridor as me to keep on my tail. I had been at the mall for three hours, intentionally exposed myself to ten people who I saw reactions from and possible just as many that I couldn’t view their reactions. I had been very careful but it is possible other people might have seen me too and filed a complaint. It was certainly time to leave so I headed for the closest exit to the mall. When I made the final turn towards an exit the cops stopped and seemed to be sharing a casual conversation when I looked back at them. That was a huge relief to me. I’ll never know if it was just a coincidence that the mall cops were following me or if they were sort of escorting me out of the mall. In either case I was relieved to get safely back to my car.

(It may seem like I did an excessive amount of flashing, but there were long periods of time between each incident. I was at the mall for three hours and flashed between ten and twenty people so the exposure was far from constant. )

When I calmed down from the fear of getting busted by the mall cops I became more aware of my continued arousal. I was not ready for my adventure to end. I soon spotted a sporting goods store and figured the male ratio there might be good too so I pulled into the parking lot. I had only ventured a few feet inside the store when I saw a male customer walking towards me. I stepped into a cross aisle and bent over so he could see my ***** from behind as he passed by. Before he even had time to reach where I was waiting I was startled by a masculine voice behind me saying “May I help you?” I bolted upright and spun around to find a male employee of the store standing directly behind me. Where had he come from so quickly? He must have been close by, why hadn’t I seen him?

Before I spun around the employee had certainly gotten a close up view of my bare ***** being flagrantly flaunted. I hadn’t intended to flash that particular guy and he had startled me which caused me to blush. When he asked “May I help you” I was a bit flustered and lost as to what to say. I didn’t even know what items were in the aisle where I was pretending to look on the bottom shelves. I took a quick glance at the shelves and I thought “Oh crap!” I was in the golf aisle and I don’t know anything about golf. I stammered “I’m… ah… looking …. for…. golf supplies… for my boyfriend.” When asked what particular items I was looking for I said “I… want… to restock his golf bag.” I winced a little because I knew I wasn’t being very convincing. The sales person proceeded to ask me what brand of balls my bf used. I didn’t know. He then pointed out various brands which would have been very helpful if I had truly been interested in buying golf equipment. I must have seemed like a total ditz to the guy since I claimed to be shopping for golf gear yet had no clue what I wanted to buy. It soon became apparent that the guy was flirting with me and my embarrassment started to fade. Soon after that I realized that much of the gear he was pointing out to me was on the lower shelves. OMG, he was trying to get me to bend over so I would expose myself again…. or was he? I certainly didn’t want to flash him again if I was reading his signals wrong. The guy stayed with me for fifteen or twenty minutes, explaining the faults and virtues of various brands of golf balls, tees, gloves, towels. The whole time we were flirting with each other. The flirting and ongoing potential to expose myself again kept me excited and allowed my arousal to slowly grow stronger. At one point the guy again pointed out an item on a lower shelf he thought I might be interested in. By that time I decided “What the hell, go for it.” I turned my back to the guy as I turned towards the item, then I started to bend over, but in mid bend I suddenly squatted down to inspect the item on the lower shelf. My skirt probably rose up enough in the back that the guy got a very quick glimpse of my ***** from behind before I squatted down to deny him an extended view. In one movement I had exposed myself and teased the guy with such a brief flash.

The guy was average in appearance but he was displaying a marvelous personality. After I got over my initial embarrassment I was having a lot of fun flirting with him. It was as if we were playing a game. Having already seen me blatantly exposing my ***** when he first approached me, he knew I was there to flash. I knew that he knew, but we were both being coy about the subject. Eventually I bent forward a little to read the label on an item that was on one of the medium placed shelves. I took my time reading the label and noticed the guy step back to the other side of the aisle to check out my back side. I was in less than a half bend and thought my skirt rose up just enough to tease him. (Later when I got home and performed the same move in front of a mirror I realized I was more exposed than I thought so the guy got an extended view of my ***** from behind. ) I finally told the guy I should check with my boyfriend to see what he needed in his golf bag so I didn’t have to buy anything. I thanked him for his time and left the store.

My biggest regret of my flashing adventure was that I didn’t expose myself more fully and more often to the guy. He had a great personality and it was great fun to flirt with him so I should have rewarded him more. He was certainly giving me enough opportunities by directing me to items on the lower shelves.

After leaving the sporting goods store I headed for home but was still looking for opportunities to expose myself. I passed by several convenience stores until I found one with only one car parked off to the side. I guessed that only the clerk was in the store which would allow me to flash without any danger of an unintended viewer from seeing me. I guessed wrong. There were actually three guys in the store…. the manager, a clerk, and a guy who seemed to just be hanging out and appeared to be a friend of the clerk. My skimpy attire immediately caught the attention of two of the guys who never took their eyes off of me. The manager didn’t notice me since he had his back to me and seemed preoccupied with paperwork. Had there only been one guy in the store I would have flashed him, knowing that he was stuck and work and couldn’t follow me when I left. But three guys in the store with one of them free to leave I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to flash. While I was trying to make up my mind the manager said something like “I’m never going to get caught up with this paper work. I might as well lock the door, stay here all night, and work on the ***** until it’s done.“ The other two guys broke out in laughter because the manager’s complaint had a double meaning and it sounded like he was saying he was going to lock himself in all night with me. I, too, had to giggle at the comment. The manager looked confused as to why everybody was laughing until he finally spotted me. He didn’t seem as amused as the other guys and just rolled his eyes and went back to his paper work. I decided it was best not to do any flashing and left the store after buying a drink.

I had gotten myself so aroused throughout the evening that I played with myself all the way home. When I got to my town I stopped at a super market to pick up a few things. It wasn’t the store where I do most of my grocery shopping, but I do go to that store occasionally to take advantage of their specials. I didn’t do any flashing so close to home, but I still felt somewhat excited just to be walking around without any underwear on. After I got home and got undressed I realized there was dark wet spot on the back of my skirt where my juices had seeped out. It was getting late and there hadn’t been many people in the super market, but I was still embarrassed that people had seen me with the obvious wet spot on the back of my turquoise skirt.

The embarrassment didn’t dampen my arousal much since I had made myself horny as hell from all the flashing. I ******** out of all of my clothes and went to the dining nook where I could look out onto the street and convenience store across the street. With the lights off I sat down and placed my feet on the window sill which is only about a foot off the floor. I spread my legs and played with myself as I watched people come and go from the store across the street. They couldn’t see me in the dark room but it still excited me to have a sense of being naughty as I *********** and brought myself to a much needed ******.


The adventure satisfied my desire to flash in public for now. But it was such a blast that I am eager to do it again before cold weather sets in. I learned several things that will enhance my next outing:
1) I need to tone down the sexiness of my attire. At first I felt very nervous about being underdressed. A short skirt is fine but I might wear something more conservative on top next time.
1) Who was I really fooling with my “accidental” flashing. A girl dressed as provocatively as I was and wearing no panties was clearing showing my charms on purpose. The method of accidental flashing I used didn’t always allow me to see the reaction of the guys I was flashing. Seeing their reactions is half the fun of exposing myself. It has been suggested by EP friends to make eye contact with the flashee. Next time I will probably try a mix of accidental flashing and clearly intentional flashing.
3) I don’t need to travel so far from home to flash. I will still go out of town but there are plenty of smaller towns around where I can show off.
4) I shouldn’t be so afraid to expose myself to women. Another suggestion from EP friends. If I am smart and selective about who I flash it might be fun (like the woman at the escalator.)