Flight Attendant Exhibitionist Strips and Masturbates on Stage at a Local 'After Hours Club' - Sex Stories

Flight Attendant Exhibitionist Strips and Masturbates on Stage at a Local 'After Hours Club'

... orgasmic tremor came out of nowhere. My knees buckled and I nearly fell down - partly from being in heels with my feet farther apart but mostly because I wasn’t prepared for it. I was nervous too and didn't think I could be that aroused my first time on stage there. I tried to right myself but my heels were not cooperating. I had to remove and throw them behind me. I did anything to avoid looking at their eyes. I felt I would be crushed in humiliation, laughed off stage like a bad clown. I straightened myself up, covered my eyes in shame and stood there but all I heard were applause and cheers. Two guys came up on stage, held my arms and supported me. I started to cry. Instead of being sexy I was a fool but it’s not how they saw it apparently. They told me over and over that it made me real, that they loved it and begged me to go on. I was determined to give them the best show ever. The music started in. I felt better. So with tears wiped free but still a blushed face, I shook it off, slipped my heels back on, and started dancing, shaking my boobs as I made my way along the front of the stage. I’ve always liked to dance sexy, clothed or nude, doesn’t matter, and my audience’s reaction made it all the more fun. And I was smiling bigger than ever knowing they were supporting me. They were full of encouragement and my previous embarrassment turned to drive and I learned from it. On my third visit to the Club, I was more confident and decided to walk down the steps on the side ...

... of the stage and dance naked through the audience. That was wild and more fun than I thought as I enjoyed the more intimate interaction, dancing with them, putting a friendly arm around them or giving hugs and cheek kisses. I received a few not unexpected friendly butt slaps as I climbed up the opposite side. I felt closer to the men in the audience now than I thought I would. It was time to show them the real me! Back on stage, the unexpected fun was about to begin (at least unexpected on my first time there) . I walked to the back side of the stage where a small white comforter, still wrapped in the First Class plastic, had been placed for me. I slipped on an old fashioned stewardess hat (I collect airline memorabilia) returned to center stage, ripped the plastic off the blanket and opened it up and spread it out on the floor. It was funny in that there was about three seconds of subdued crowd noise before I opened it and laid it out. Then the hoots and howls and clapping started in. I was smiling so big, I was getting embarrassed plus I was nervous the first time but once I felt connected with my audience, the exhibitionist in me took over and it was pure fantasy fun the rest of the night. What also helped with my nervousness when I came back the next week was seeing some familiar faces smiling and welcoming me back. So that was comforting, complimenting and sweet. So I wasted no time in walking to one side of the stage, my blanket in tow, to begin a sexual interaction with ...