How I Started being an Exhibitionist - Sex Stories

How I Started being an Exhibitionist

I was in my early forties when I finally succumbed to the urge to show myself naked to a strange man. I was always proud of my body, with my large breasts, thanks to my Greek grandmother, and my not-too-big other parts, thanks to my French grandmother, who I suspect also gave me my appetite for sexual adventure. I always enjoyed surprising my lovers by letting a house-gown fall open when they least expected it, or let my tits show as I leaned over to pour their coffee at breakfast. Even after a night of being naked in bed together, the brief flash of my big tits was a great turn-on, for me as well as my partner. My long-time best-friend and occasional lover was Alex, a great exponent of all things kinky. He was a good bit older than me and not always able to get his cock hard enough for a real fuck, but he still needed the regular relief of a good ejaculation, and sometimes I would help him with my hands and mouth. If I was really lucky I might get him hard enough so that I could straddle him and take his penis into my vagina. When that happened, I could feel him getting really hard as he neared his climax and the feel of his cock spurting inside me would make me cum. In those years, my only approach to exhibitionism was when we did a role-play in which I pretend not to know he is peeking while I undress, posing to admire myself in the mirror while wearing panties and bra, knowing how much he loves seeing my breasts supported by the 36D cups and my panties enticingly hiding ...

... the details but not the swelling of my pussy lips. I slip my hand down the front of my panties, moaning softly as I caress my wetness, making my body quiver as the pleasure begins to surge from the core of my femininity down to my toes and up my tummy to my breasts and then all over my body. Now I want to be fully naked, to feel his eyes caress my flesh as surely as if they are his hands. I pull the panties down, my back to him so that he can savour the gradual appearance of my crack before the smooth roundness of my buttocks is exposed. I run my finger down the full length of the tight cleavage of my bottom, down to my anus, remembering how it felt if it was a tongue, not a finger, making that journey which even today has the extra thrill of a taboo. Now I bend over to do something to my toes, giving him not only a full view of my bottom, but also a glimpse of my lower lips, already swollen and glistening. I put my hand between my legs from in front so that he can see just my fingers exploring the outer part of my vagina, teasing the lips apart, one finger entering slowly, resisting the temptation to plunge inside and push me to an orgasm, wanting to prolong the enjoyment of my solitary viewer. Now I straighten up and stand sideways to give him another look at my tits in the brassiere. I undo the bra straps, holding the cups in place for a moment, then letting first one boob, then the other, fall out and hang freely in all their seductive glory. Now I am fully naked. I stand ...