I Am a Female Exhibitionist
It took a couple of days to process my experience with the mailman but finally I decided that even though what I had done was wrong, at least in a way, I knew the mailman had enjoyed it. Certainly, part of me enjoyed it, though I didn't really understand why. Exposing myself like that went against everything I'd always been taught. Maybe I just got carried away a bit and went too far I decided. Afterall, lots of girls dressed a lot more provocatively than I did every day. 'Yeah, but they don't let the mailman see them naked,' I laughed to myself. Remembering that made my ***** tingle a bit. I decided it was ok to be proud of my body and show off a bit, just not to go too far. I wished I had better 'show off' clothes.
I thought of my older sister, Beth. She was the 'black sheep' of the family, always getting in trouble, staying out late. A few years older than me she had moved out after a big fight with my parents partly about the way she dressed. My father said she looked like a ****. I listened from my room as they yelled at each other until she left. My father yelled 'good riddance,' while my mother cried and said she could always come back, her room would always be here. Ever since, my mother would dust her room once in a while but everything remained in case she came home. 'Including her clothes,' I thought excitedly.
I felt like a burgler slowly pushing the door to her room open and quickly began snooping around. The first drawer held some summer tops and shorts but the second drawer really made my eyes widen. She had so much sexy underwear, skimpy little panties and bras, thongs and g-strings. Just thinking about wearing them was exciting. Opening the closet door revealed a bunch of cute and sexy dresses and when I looked to floor - the shoes! A least a dozen pair of high heels. I just had to try a pair on.
Sitting on the edge of the bed I slipped on a pair of 4 inch high heel sandals, pulling the straps snug around my ankles. Though a little unsteady on my feet I felt sexy and excited. I wanted to see how they looked with the dresses but didn't feel right getting changed in her room. I grabbed a couple of dresses and quickly picked out some underwear and hurried to my room.
Pulling on a tiny white thong, a little uncomfortable a first, I loved the way it snuggled my *****. I slipped into a short summer dress, light blue with a halter top, much too tiny to wear with a bra. Deep cut, it cradled my breasts and showed all my cleavage and the loose, flirty hem was just below my ***, shorter than anything I'd ever worn. I felt so sexy and turned on.
Walking around the house I became a little steadier on my heels and wondered if I had the nerve to go out dressed like that. I felt sexy and wanted to be seen. Just thinking about being out in public showing off turned me on so much I wanted to **********. I thought, 'if I'm this horny now, think how much hornier I'd be if I walked down to the mall and back.' Looking at my reflection in the mirror, my breasts almost exposed, my legs looking so long and sexy in my heels, I decided not ********** until I'd let a guy see me dressed like that. An ****** would be my reward. Convinced and excited I bent over to pick up my purse and felt the hem of my dress slide up my *** my top opened and fell away revealing my breasts. My ***** tingled.
The quickest way to the mall was through the garage at the back of the house and down the back lane to the main street. After that, I could either go all the way down the street to the mall or, after a few blocks, walk the rest of the way through a park. Closing the gate behind the garage I stepped into the lane. The pavement was broken and uneven and it was tricky to walk in my heels but once I'd gone the fifty yards to the main street I was steadier.
Feeling nervous and exposed I tried be confident, looking straight ahead. I was very aware of my body as my breasts jiggled and my *** wiggled in ways that were new to me. 'That's what happens when you wear no bra and high heels,' I said to myself. I pretended not to notice as a few cars slowed down and the drivers stared at me as they drove by. It made me feel a little embarrassed and self concious but excited as well.
I got a little nervous when a car pulled slowly beside me and, turning my head, saw 4 guys gawking at me. 'Nice ***!' one guy laughed, 'Show us your ****!' another called as I cringed inside. Staring straight ahead I walked, my knees weak, thankful when they laughed again and drove off. 'I guess I have to expect that dressed like this,' I thought. 'I suppose I deserve it.' It was humiliating but as I realized what those 4 guys probably wanted to do to me my nipples began to stiffen and my ***** became moist and tingly. Still, I felt a little overwhelmed and when I got by the park I moved away from the street and walked down the paved pathway.
Though I began to feel calmer my heart was pounding in my chest. I wondered if I should just turn around and go home. The guys in the car had been so demeaning but I couldn't deny how horny I felt. If I went home I could ********** but, if I continued to the mall, I could get even hornier. Sitting on a bench to decide what to do it occured to me that I liked being horny almost as much as I like having *******. When I got really horny my head went a little blurry and I felt a little dizzy. That's how I was feeling as I sat on the bench trying to relax.
The park was quiet, just a few people walking, enjoying the afternoon. I had pretty much decided to continue on to the mall when a man walking his dog approached and sat down at the other end of the bench.
'Beautiful day,' he said, smiling.
'Yes, it is,' I replied, pretending not to notice as his eyes moved up and down my legs.
'Little Rex here loves being in the park,' he said, reaching down to pat his dog.
'He's cute," I said. The little white poodle wagged his tail and moved toward me.
'Give him a pat,' the man said.
'Um, ok,' I said, leaning forward to pat the dog. As I did I felt my top move and expose my breast. I felt a little quiver in my ***** as I knew he was looking down my top. It was only a few moments but it seemed forever and when I straightened up the man was grinning.
'Definitely a beautiful day,' he said, lust in his eyes.
'Th-thank you, er, um, I mean, y-yes beautiful,' I stammered, 'I better go now.' I almost lost my balance when I stood up as the man's eyes ran up from my toes to my chest.
'Have a great day.' he said as I walked down the path. I could feel his eyes on my *** and I wondered if his **** got hard looking at me.
'I hope so,' I thought feeling both excited and dirty.
A few minutes later a couple of boys on skateboards came toward me on the path and slowed down as they got close. I tried to look nonchalant as they checked me out but I was quivering inside.
'****, she's hot,' one said as we passed. 'God, I'd like to do her,' replied the other.
Imagining what those two boys would do to me got me almost to the edge of ******. My ***** was clenching and my head was blurry. Again, I almost turned around and went home to ********** but decided I would go to the mall, have a coke, then go home.
Back on the main street I passed the subway station, remembering the times I'd been groped on the train. I wondered if I'd ever have the nerve to ride the subway dressed as I was. Half a block later I came to the mall and went inside. As I walked I got lots of appreciative looks from guys. What I wasn't prepared for was some of the looks of disgust I got from other women. The guys excited me, the women made feel dirty. I hurried to the food court, got a coke and sat down.
My dress rode right up to the top of my thighs as I crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs together, enjoying the little ripples between my legs. An older couple sat at a table across from me, the woman with her back to me, the man facing me. As she talked I could tell he was watching me from the corner of his eye. Pretending not to notice him I sat back, turning slightly toward him and his eyes locked on my chest. My nipples stiffened. His gaze moved down my legs and back up again. The tingles made me squirm a bit in my chair. the 'bad girl' inside me said 'show him,' and I slowly uncrossed my legs. With the hem of my dress so high I knew he could see my panties. My heart pounded, my ***** twitched and I parted my knees and his eyes went right between my legs. The 'good girl' inside me screamed 'what are you doing?' but I couldn't stop myself. 'Look at my *****,' the 'bad girl' said. I thought I was going to come. His wife, noticing he was distracted, turned and looked at me, my legs spread, my breasts almost bared to his gaze. Her cold eyes bore into me. A sudden wave of shame flowed through me and I quickly picked up my purse and left, my head spinning with conflicting emotions.
I hurried through the mall and back onto the street, just wanting to be home. I barely noticed the looks I got from guys in cars, except for a couple that honked, catching my attention. I felt like such a sexual object, something guys just wanted to **** and it was humiliating and demeaning and yet, my ***** throbbed, aching for attention.
I stumbled a couple of times in the lane as I hurried to the garage, through the gate and into the house. In the front hall I looked at myself in the mirror with lust and disgust, grabbed my nipples and twisted as the ****** began. I wondered how many ***** I made hard, what it would be like to havet them inside me. Dropping to my knees I laid back, my hand pushing down my panties, fingers thrusting inside my dripping *****. My other hand pulled my breasts out, pinching and squeezing. My hips bucked hard as I rocked on the floor, wave after wave of ****** flooding my body. It seemed to last forever until I laid panting, dress around my waist, legs spread, panties around one ankle, my breasts bare. I quivered and shook on the floor as the 'bad girl' said, 'thank you.'
I thought of my older sister, Beth. She was the 'black sheep' of the family, always getting in trouble, staying out late. A few years older than me she had moved out after a big fight with my parents partly about the way she dressed. My father said she looked like a ****. I listened from my room as they yelled at each other until she left. My father yelled 'good riddance,' while my mother cried and said she could always come back, her room would always be here. Ever since, my mother would dust her room once in a while but everything remained in case she came home. 'Including her clothes,' I thought excitedly.
I felt like a burgler slowly pushing the door to her room open and quickly began snooping around. The first drawer held some summer tops and shorts but the second drawer really made my eyes widen. She had so much sexy underwear, skimpy little panties and bras, thongs and g-strings. Just thinking about wearing them was exciting. Opening the closet door revealed a bunch of cute and sexy dresses and when I looked to floor - the shoes! A least a dozen pair of high heels. I just had to try a pair on.
Sitting on the edge of the bed I slipped on a pair of 4 inch high heel sandals, pulling the straps snug around my ankles. Though a little unsteady on my feet I felt sexy and excited. I wanted to see how they looked with the dresses but didn't feel right getting changed in her room. I grabbed a couple of dresses and quickly picked out some underwear and hurried to my room.
Pulling on a tiny white thong, a little uncomfortable a first, I loved the way it snuggled my *****. I slipped into a short summer dress, light blue with a halter top, much too tiny to wear with a bra. Deep cut, it cradled my breasts and showed all my cleavage and the loose, flirty hem was just below my ***, shorter than anything I'd ever worn. I felt so sexy and turned on.
Walking around the house I became a little steadier on my heels and wondered if I had the nerve to go out dressed like that. I felt sexy and wanted to be seen. Just thinking about being out in public showing off turned me on so much I wanted to **********. I thought, 'if I'm this horny now, think how much hornier I'd be if I walked down to the mall and back.' Looking at my reflection in the mirror, my breasts almost exposed, my legs looking so long and sexy in my heels, I decided not ********** until I'd let a guy see me dressed like that. An ****** would be my reward. Convinced and excited I bent over to pick up my purse and felt the hem of my dress slide up my *** my top opened and fell away revealing my breasts. My ***** tingled.
The quickest way to the mall was through the garage at the back of the house and down the back lane to the main street. After that, I could either go all the way down the street to the mall or, after a few blocks, walk the rest of the way through a park. Closing the gate behind the garage I stepped into the lane. The pavement was broken and uneven and it was tricky to walk in my heels but once I'd gone the fifty yards to the main street I was steadier.
Feeling nervous and exposed I tried be confident, looking straight ahead. I was very aware of my body as my breasts jiggled and my *** wiggled in ways that were new to me. 'That's what happens when you wear no bra and high heels,' I said to myself. I pretended not to notice as a few cars slowed down and the drivers stared at me as they drove by. It made me feel a little embarrassed and self concious but excited as well.
I got a little nervous when a car pulled slowly beside me and, turning my head, saw 4 guys gawking at me. 'Nice ***!' one guy laughed, 'Show us your ****!' another called as I cringed inside. Staring straight ahead I walked, my knees weak, thankful when they laughed again and drove off. 'I guess I have to expect that dressed like this,' I thought. 'I suppose I deserve it.' It was humiliating but as I realized what those 4 guys probably wanted to do to me my nipples began to stiffen and my ***** became moist and tingly. Still, I felt a little overwhelmed and when I got by the park I moved away from the street and walked down the paved pathway.
Though I began to feel calmer my heart was pounding in my chest. I wondered if I should just turn around and go home. The guys in the car had been so demeaning but I couldn't deny how horny I felt. If I went home I could ********** but, if I continued to the mall, I could get even hornier. Sitting on a bench to decide what to do it occured to me that I liked being horny almost as much as I like having *******. When I got really horny my head went a little blurry and I felt a little dizzy. That's how I was feeling as I sat on the bench trying to relax.
The park was quiet, just a few people walking, enjoying the afternoon. I had pretty much decided to continue on to the mall when a man walking his dog approached and sat down at the other end of the bench.
'Beautiful day,' he said, smiling.
'Yes, it is,' I replied, pretending not to notice as his eyes moved up and down my legs.
'Little Rex here loves being in the park,' he said, reaching down to pat his dog.
'He's cute," I said. The little white poodle wagged his tail and moved toward me.
'Give him a pat,' the man said.
'Um, ok,' I said, leaning forward to pat the dog. As I did I felt my top move and expose my breast. I felt a little quiver in my ***** as I knew he was looking down my top. It was only a few moments but it seemed forever and when I straightened up the man was grinning.
'Definitely a beautiful day,' he said, lust in his eyes.
'Th-thank you, er, um, I mean, y-yes beautiful,' I stammered, 'I better go now.' I almost lost my balance when I stood up as the man's eyes ran up from my toes to my chest.
'Have a great day.' he said as I walked down the path. I could feel his eyes on my *** and I wondered if his **** got hard looking at me.
'I hope so,' I thought feeling both excited and dirty.
A few minutes later a couple of boys on skateboards came toward me on the path and slowed down as they got close. I tried to look nonchalant as they checked me out but I was quivering inside.
'****, she's hot,' one said as we passed. 'God, I'd like to do her,' replied the other.
Imagining what those two boys would do to me got me almost to the edge of ******. My ***** was clenching and my head was blurry. Again, I almost turned around and went home to ********** but decided I would go to the mall, have a coke, then go home.
Back on the main street I passed the subway station, remembering the times I'd been groped on the train. I wondered if I'd ever have the nerve to ride the subway dressed as I was. Half a block later I came to the mall and went inside. As I walked I got lots of appreciative looks from guys. What I wasn't prepared for was some of the looks of disgust I got from other women. The guys excited me, the women made feel dirty. I hurried to the food court, got a coke and sat down.
My dress rode right up to the top of my thighs as I crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs together, enjoying the little ripples between my legs. An older couple sat at a table across from me, the woman with her back to me, the man facing me. As she talked I could tell he was watching me from the corner of his eye. Pretending not to notice him I sat back, turning slightly toward him and his eyes locked on my chest. My nipples stiffened. His gaze moved down my legs and back up again. The tingles made me squirm a bit in my chair. the 'bad girl' inside me said 'show him,' and I slowly uncrossed my legs. With the hem of my dress so high I knew he could see my panties. My heart pounded, my ***** twitched and I parted my knees and his eyes went right between my legs. The 'good girl' inside me screamed 'what are you doing?' but I couldn't stop myself. 'Look at my *****,' the 'bad girl' said. I thought I was going to come. His wife, noticing he was distracted, turned and looked at me, my legs spread, my breasts almost bared to his gaze. Her cold eyes bore into me. A sudden wave of shame flowed through me and I quickly picked up my purse and left, my head spinning with conflicting emotions.
I hurried through the mall and back onto the street, just wanting to be home. I barely noticed the looks I got from guys in cars, except for a couple that honked, catching my attention. I felt like such a sexual ob
I stumbled a couple of times in the lane as I hurried to the garage, through the gate and into the house. In the front hall I looked at myself in the mirror with lust and disgust, grabbed my nipples and twisted as the ****** began. I wondered how many ***** I made hard, what it would be like to havet them inside me. Dropping to my knees I laid back, my hand pushing down my panties, fingers thrusting inside my dripping *****. My other hand pulled my breasts out, pinching and squeezing. My hips bucked hard as I rocked on the floor, wave after wave of ****** flooding my body. It seemed to last forever until I laid panting, dress around my waist, legs spread, panties around one ankle, my breasts bare. I quivered and shook on the floor as the 'bad girl' said, 'thank you.'
By:
susiev
Age:
22-25
,
Female
