Flight Attendant Shares Exhibitionist Fantasy Of Masturbating For Men - Sex Stories

Flight Attendant Shares Exhibitionist Fantasy Of Masturbating For Men

... feel very comfortable sharing the exhibitionist side of me. After all, how could I do it without them? When I am ready to show them the ‘more intimate side of me’, we turn the music down or off, so I can concentrate, and I lie back on my ‘pleasure couch’, resting one leg on the back cushion and the other on the lap of one of my friends sitting in what they call the ‘best seat in the house’, a chair they move up close. Then I get comfortable, relax my legs open, and touch my body in sensual ways from my hair down to my thighs. I close my eyes because I think it makes a sexier appearance but I sometimes peek because I get off to them looking at me. Closing my eyes again, I imagine their desirous eyes upon me and want to show them more. Their expressed favorite, from one of our earlier times together, is when I pull my labia apart for them. It seems I’ve developed half the ‘show’ around it doing different things for them. One they particularly like is when I pull them out and let them snap back. If I’m in a particularly ‘nasty’ mood (which has lately become the norm) the ‘chair man’ pulls my lips apart for me while I fold my arms behind my head. I like the feeling of my labia being pinched and stretched in different ways and love to watch their eyes as they gaze at me, a big turn on and compliment for the exhibitionist in me. One guy in particular really likes clits so when he’s in the seat, I make sure I bring her out for him. So the ‘best seat in the house’ has taken on new ...

... meaning. At some point, with all the sexual play and talk, I naturally progress into a more selfish role of pleasuring myself and settle in, close my eyes, and finger with my arms in close to my breasts so they jiggle. I finish by masturbating to orgasm, getting off to them watching and encouraging me, my fantasy realized. Afterwards, we turn the music back on, refresh our drinks, sometimes order food and continue the party. I often stay naked, wearing just heels, or wear panties and a bra or maybe an open silk robe. I then perform a more customized dance and ‘masturbation show’ for individual guys in a separate bedroom if they want. Our parties have become the highlight of my week. When I get home from a trip, my routine is to pour a shot of Tequila and take it into my living room. I get undressed, take my wings off my blouse and throw my uniform in a dry cleaning bag and the rest into the laundry room closet that is outside on my back patio. So it’s fun to walk out there nude and even though there is a privacy fence around it, a neighbor that lives on the third floor in a building across from me can look down over it. Once I discovered that he can see me, I always look to see if he just happens to be looking out of his deck door. If not, I wait, making occasional peeks out of the blinds until he does and nonchalantly walk to the laundry closet and take my time sorting my laundry. Of course most times he is not there, and more of a letdown than I like to admit to myself. One ...