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Some Various Pics of Me

Monday, January 18th, 2010
Looking serious, pensive perhaps.

Looking serious, pensive perhaps.

Looking sexy

Looking sexy

Still fat in the face but the rest of me has shrunk. Including my tits.

Still fat in the face but the rest of me has shrunk. Including my tits.

Dressed up for a Chicago party. When the film was just out. Richard Gere, yum.

Dressed up for a Chicago party. When the film was just out. Richard Gere, yum.

Fat Me fucking myself.

Fat Me fucking myself.

Skinny Me. Or should I say Hairy Me. Hahaha

Skinny Me. Or should I say Hairy Me. Hahaha

I love those red fishnets. So fucking sexy.

I love those red fishnets. So fucking sexy.

I love dressing up. See, I CAN look sexy.

I love dressing up. See, I CAN look sexy.

So fuckin sexy. This is as good as I get.

So fuckin sexy. This is as good as I get.

I'm so sexy I could kiss me.

I'm so sexy I could kiss me.

My First Nude Photos

Monday, October 12th, 2009

Brian took the first ever nude photos of me. We had been living together for about a week when he started nagging me to get naked for him to take pictures of me. He was studying Graphics at Uni at the time and was always taking pictures of me and sketching me but never asked me to pose nude until we started living together.  Brian moved into my flat. I was so delighted. Sex with Brian was still a bit wobbly but was getting better and the new found intimacy of living together was helping.

The first time he mentioned it he was snapping away at me while i was in the kitchen making us lunch one Saturday.  He said something like “strike a pose” and I struck a ridiculously exagerated sexy pose and we both laughed and he snap snapped away and kept saying “Oh so sexy” and stuff like that.  Then out of the blue he said take your top off. I was shocked. I was secretly excited but way too inhibited to actually pose topless.

I was wearing a pair of shorts and t shirt. Panties but no bra. Brian kept zooming in on my tits and snap snap taking picture after picture. He knelt down and zoomed in on my ass. But I never took my top off. I was way too shy and lacking confidence. I was turned on by the idea though. I would have done it if I had had the courage but I was still pretty fucked up and nervous and inhibited at that time.

But Brian never gave up. He had that camera with him all the time it was like a fucking necklace around his neck and he was forever taking pictures of me. And then he started nagging me to take my top off and would try and ambush me in the shower, coming out of the shower and getting dressed. It became a game between us. Him trying to catch me naked.

Lookign back I think the real reason I didn’t do it at first was simply a lack of confidence. The best I ever thought of my naked body was that it was just alright. Not sexy certainly not super sexy, just OK. Average.  Fuckable but nothing more. Brian poured on the praise and cajoled, persuaded, begged and nagged for months.

I used to ask him why he wanted to take naked pics of me and he used to go on with some bullshit about Art bubt I could see the pervy look on his face. After a while I realised that Brian had a real pervy streak masked by his own insecurities and inhibitions.

Then he tried getting me drunk but that enver worked. Then he tried whipping the camera out when we were about to fuck. naked, ready to fuck and he’d whip out his fucking camera. The whole business was becoming very tedious. I tried to work out why I was so against it and all i coould come up with was my own lack of confidence. I ahd no moral issue with being photographed naked. At the time I trusted Brian not to show them around. I enver imagined them finding their way onto the internet or anything. I was just scared and lacking confidence. If only he had seen that.

But by that time I was well aware of my own exhibitionist tendencies. Well aware.  I was intensely curious about seeing naked pics of myself. I wondered if Brian would wank over them when I wasn’t there. I was excited and turned on by the idea but just couldnt find the courage.

I think he nagged me for about 6 months before I finally gave in. Like so amny things, my mood, the circumstances and the environment are determining factors for my own actions.  We went to the beach for the weekend staying in a holiday apartment owned by one of his fathers friends so we got it cheap or maybe it cost us nothing.

Anyway we spent the whole time Brian in his shorts and me in a bikini and by Sunday I was feeling very conmfortable in the bikini. I lvoe the beach, the sun, the sand, the ocean, the sea breeze, the semi naked bodies all around and it makes me as horny as hell. Brian and I had been fucking like crazy the whole weekend.  We even tried fucking in the ocean but there were too many people around to really get it on. He did get his cock into me though round the side of my bikini pants. hahaha

So I was very sexed up. Turned on. Horny. All that. And Brian had been snap snapping away all weekend taking picture after picture of me in my bikini. I guess I thought its a much smaller step from bikini to naked than fully dressed to naked and being in my bikini all weekend and comparing my body to the other bodies on the beach made me feel a lot more confident.

Sunday afternoon. Me in my bikini. We’d just returned to the unit from a  swim and were both thinking of fucking although it wasn’t a spoken thing. I knew he was thinking it and I sure was. I just thought it was time. I just felt ready to get naked and let him take pictures of me. I went out to the balcony of our appartment and lay down on the sun lounge as if I were sunbaking.

Brian started taking pictures and mercifully he never asked me to do anything. Never said a word. I think he knew what was on my mind. He zoomed iin on my tits which were only half covered by my bikini top and I looked down at them imagining how they would look in a photograph.

Very slowly and casually I undid my top and took it off. I felt thrilled as I felt my breasts swing forward and downa s they were released from the restraint of my bikini top. My breasts looked white where the bikini had covered them and the rest of my body was a very pale pink.  My nipples were dark pink against the white and hard. Tingling.

Brian went crazy snapping that camera over and over. Taking pics of my tits from every possible angle and position and distance.  I rolled over onto my stomach and he took pictures of my ass and of me from behind. I got up and almsot shivered in fear as I walked voer the balcony and looked back at him. I stood there tits out,. topless, looking at Brian while he snapped and snapped picture after picture.

I kept looking at my tits and my body and up at Brian snapping away. At first I felt nothing but then a felt a weird excitement come over me. I felt good. I felt like some Sex Goddess. I thoguht how desperate Brian was to photograph me naked and how I MUST be sexy for him to want it so much. I imagined him wanking over them and cumming all over naked pictures of me.  It was so exciting out on the balcony too. Anyone could look up and see us.

Brian fucked me out there on the balcony and he took a pciture of my face while he was fucking me. That really blew my mind. I thought fuck every time he looks at that picture he will think I was fucking her when I took that. Thats  her while she’s getting fucked. Thats her with my cock in her.  Thats her getting fucked, cock in her look.

I lay on that sun lounge naked, legs apart, feet on t he balcony floor, with Brian between my legs, half standing, half kneeling, fucking me.  I watched his cock slide in and out fo my cunt and I loved watchign his muscly body moving.  I lovoed taking Brian to the beach. His skin went a light brown almsot immediately and he looked so fucking hot all brown and well muscled. gorgeous.

When we finished I was DYING to see my pictures. Hahaha.  I squinted and strained to see myself in the camera thingy but the pictures were so small I couldnt see properly. While I was doing this Brina got out his laptop. I enver even thought of that or that he would bring it to the beach.

It blew my mind when I saw myself naked on his laptop. well not naked. Just topless. In a bikini bottom. I looked nervous and goofy and not very sexy but the idea of having topless pictures of me pictures of my tits just blew me away. It seemed such an incredibly brave, sexy and erotic thing to do. I  kept thnking thats ME topless. Tits out. Hahaha

I went through them over and over  thinking that quite a few should be deleted becasue I looked so fucking goofy but at the same time I realised it was turning me on looking at pictures of myself topless. I’d noticed this before.  That if I caught sight of myself walking past a mirror naked I’d feel a little jolt. And if I got naked and looked at myself in a mirror I’d feel turned on. Narcissistic? Probably. But when it was just me and nobody else it didnt matter what I looekd like. If I was a bit fat or a bit goofy.  Self confidence wasn’t an issue when Iwa alone.

But Brian was here. I was sitting at the table looking at the laptop and Brian was standing behind me pressing his body against my back while I studied my topless pictures.  He was intensely interested in the pictures and I didn’t understand why. If he ever wanted to see me naked he could. He could see ma naked anytime. So what was so special about the pictures?

I dunno but I felt it too. We went over them for ages. Hahaha. Such a novelty. Then we fucked again on the floor witht he laptop displaying the pictures of me topless on the table.

 So that was that. My first naughty pictures. I dunno why but Brian never nagged me about taking more pics for a few weeks after that. Every time I got the chance I would sneak a look at the pictures on Brians computer. It was so fucking sexy. Such a turn on. It made me feel like some kind of Sex Goddess.  I used to get very turned on looking at the too. Seeing myself naked (half naked) and just knowing they were there, that they existed. Taht Brian was probably looking at them and getting an erection. ?? Hahaha. Dunno.

I found I couldn’t just pose for pictures. I was just too hung up or inhibited or whatever. We truied a few times but I just froze up and couldnt do it. The only way I could was for me to be toitally relaxed and for it to be spontaneous. If it was planned it was no good. As soon as Brian staretd setting up his camera and lights I would freeze. We tried a few times and it was no good.

The next time we did it we were just sitting at home one saturday night chilling listening to music. I was lying on the floor on a rug wearing shorts and a singlet. (hahaha standard lounging gear) and Brian was sitting on the couch looking down at me. He got his camera which was never far from reach and just started snapping me lying there ont he floor. I was bopping away tot he music in my head and you know just groovin. hahaha

I just took my top off. No ceremony, no drama just took it off. I roleld around the floor getting in different positions, n my side, my back, on my knees. sitting., squatting, fooling around. Laughing a bit.

Then I got up and started walking around. Not really posing just trying to act natural and stop for him to take a picture. I felt fine. There had been no discussion, no preperations I just did it and I felt fine.  I started tog et sexed up and wanted to get naked.  All I had on  was my shorts and panties. So easy and yet so hard.  Its like a hurdle you have to get over. A barrier you hafta get past. but the more I pranced and fooled around the more excited I became and the braver I got.

I started by turning away from Brian and bending over and pulling my shorts and panties down to expose my ass. Just for long enough for him to get a pic. It made me tremble with excitement. Then I flashed my cunt at him. Just pulled my shorts and panties down let him take the pic then puleld them back up. We kept doing this and then I just took them off.

I’ll never forget the sheer fucking THRILL as I slid my shorts and panties down together over my thighs, exposing my cunt, over my knees then over my feet and conpletely off.

I stood there naked and felt EXULTED. I felt so fucking good. Nervous but so fucking excited. I kept thinking over and over I am doing it I am doing it.

Brian went crazy. he was snapping picture after picture and moving all around me and I closed my eyes and moved around and got into different positions. I stood in all differnet ways then knelt down then lay down on the floor. I rolled over this way and that and all the time he kept snap snap snapping away.  Finally I lay there and opened my legs and he got between my legs and took fuill length pics of me and then moved in anf took close up pictures of my cunt. It was incredible. and incredible experience.

Brian kept taking pictures until he used up all the cameras memory and every memory card her had in the place. hahaha Then we went and looked at them on his laptop and I stayed naked. I sat there and he stood beside me looking over my shoulder.

I was shocked. They looked so slutty. The topless ones were OK but the ones of me lying there wiht my legs apart looked disgusting. Brian loved them though. He went on and on about how sexy and beautiful I was until I began to believe him. hahaha

I sucked him off while we looked at those pictures. He stood beside me and we both looked as he slideshowed them ont he laptop with his cock in my mouth.  He came in my mouth and I swallowed it all while we both looked at the pictures of me naked.

After that we often looked at them while we fucked. Long slow leisurely fucking with the laptop on the bed slideshowing the pictures. The cunt pictures always made brian speed up his fucking.

Those pictures really intrigued me. I loved looking at them. Loved seeing msyelf on that laptop screen. I’d sneak looks at them whenever Brian was out. Or even when he was in the shower. We used to look at them a lot.

After that we did it a lot. We had “photo sessions” that went for hours. We;d do some photos, fuck around, fuck, take some more pics. I was totally fine wiht it so long as it wasn’t a major production. So long as it just happenned.

I was certain Brina used to wank over my pictures. but we could never talk aboutt hat kind of thing. Brian was a real pervert and kinkball but he couldnever talk about it. I couldnt at first but after a while I got a lot more comfortable with my own kinks. I lvoed showing off my body. I relaised I was a full on Exhibitionist. I loved being looked at. Loved being PERVED on.

So we accumulated quite a collection of naked pics of me. It was some time though before we got into the fuck pictures. That seemed a huge leap to me but we did it. And I got really into that. taht was one of the biggest thigns in my life. I’ll write a seperate blog about that. My First Fuck Pictures. Hahaha

Brian used to amuse me. He was so weird. Kinda sneaky.  He had this best friend named Guy and once I found a picture of Brian and Guy both naked, both holding onto their cocks smiling and looking at the camera. Their own cocks not each others. Now I thought this was really fuckin weird but Brian just cracked upa b9tu me snooping on his laptop and that was all he ever said about it. We had a few full on rows about it and I asked him if he was gay was he fucking Guy whats going on are you bi? But all he said was you got no right snopping ion my laptop and made it all about me invading his privacy. Anyway I decided to let that one go.

But long before that I caught Brian showing Guy the naked pictures of me ont he laptop. Oh yeah. I came home early from shopping and there they were poring over them and Brian was saying stuff but I couldnt make it out. I enver actually saw the screen but I knew fromt he way Brian nearly shit his pants when I walked in and looked so fucking guilty and so did Guy. Oh yeah.

I enver said a word. I was fucking FURIOUS at first. I felt betrayed and let down and allt hat but in the middle of my outrage I relaised that Guy had seen me naked. He had seen my tits, my cunt, my naked body. Guy. The little quiet guy who was always hanging around. Brians best friend. They were both sitting there looking at pictures of me naked. It was just such a fucking turn on and the sneaky part of it made it even more excited.

Brina thought I was locked int he bedrrom packing or somethign even though Id never said a waord but I was wanking like a crazy woman imagining him and Guy jerking off while they were looking at my naked pictures. I came out and said nothing.A cted like everything was fine. Which it was sort of.

Now I knew every time Brian took a picture of me Guy would most likely see it. I loved it. It made me even less inhibited when we took pictures after that and the very first fuck pictures we took my first thought was Guy is going to see me sucking Brians cock. Because that was the first fuck picture we took. Actually A Suck Picture. hahaha

But anyway thats enough for now.

Fat Me and Hot Me

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009
Fat Me

Fat Me

As much as I try to convince myself I look OK like this, that I am voluptuous or Reubenesque or just plain ol curvy and that some guys like women like this … deep down I don’t like myself when I look like this.

I hate the way I am all podgy and soft and wobbly. My bra size chanegs from 36c to 34b and if i put the wrong bra on it cuts into me. I hate the way my thighs rub together when I walk. I sweat a lot too. My tits get very wobbly and soft too. My ass looks HUGE. I feel fat and bloated and look like a big fat slob.

I get lazy too. I tend to lie around watching videos and don’t go out much. I eat a lot. Takaways and sweets and soft drinks. I don’t feel very sexy and I dont wank much.

But even so I still seem to attract guys when I’m fat. funny that. The moment i take a liking to a guy its like a switch is thrown and I begin to eat properly and exercise and pretty soon t he weight starts to shed and I get all lean and mean and hot.

But I guess the Fat Me is the Normal Me. This is what I look like most of the time. Yeah. Not good, hey?

Hot Me

Hot Me

This is the Me I really like. The Hot Me. Lean, mean sexy and hot. I look hot and I feel hot. My tits get smaller but firmer, my ass shrinks, my belly disappears and I just get slimmer and firmer all over. It takes about 2 months to go from Fat Me to Hot Me.  I wish I could keep the Fat Me tits though. Those big heavy tits would look so good on this body.
I have two complete outfits of clothes. One for Fat Me and one for Hot Me and its awkward when I am transitioning from one to the other. My clothes start to cut into me and if I wear the Hot Me clothes they just hang off me.
I feel much more sexual when I am slim. I masturbate a lot and I like looking at my naked body. I don’t just feel better about myself I feel GREAT about myself.  I LOVE this body. I love showing it off, letting people see it. If I meet a guy I like and can hold off fucking him for the 2 months it takes to slim down then I am fucking so delighted. But I rarely do. hahaha
I feel a lot sexier, kinkier and self confident sexually when I am slim. I love getting naked and getting around naked and letting my man see me naked.
I wish this was the REAL ME but I know the Fat Me is really the REAL ME. This is just a version of me.

About Being an Exhibitionist

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

I first noticed boys (and men) looking at me like REALLY looking at me when I was about 13 when I got my tits. Hahaha. It was the tits that made the difference. Up until I was totally ignored by boys and men. But siddenly they were looking at me different. Tits made all the difference. I waited so long, so long for my tits to appear and when they did they grew agonizingly slowly. I used to check them every day twice a day looking for signs of growth. When they finally grew to a decent size I was so embaressed I kept them hidden and wouldnt let anyone see I had grown a pair of tits.

So ridiculous. I couldn’t even tell my Mother I needed a bra now. Too embaressed. I wore cardigans and jackets to keep them covered but finally summer came and I had to tell Mum. Soooo embaressing. Thankfully I didn’t have to tell her about my periods. She simply gave me a pack of tampons and told me to keep them with me at all times for when I needed them.

The boys at school were first to notice my tits and to start looking at me different. Teenage boys just GAPE at tits. they just stare openly as if they can’t help it. It made me feel funny, kinda excited but also embaressed and shy. But att hat stage I didn’t like boys. They were all such idiots.  Showing off and acting like idiots.

The first MAN to ntoice me was a guy called Slash. Hey Slash if your reading this you old perv. hahaha. Slash was a friend of my Fathers and they worked together. He was younger than my Dad and kinda hot. He often came home wiht Dad from work and had dinner with us and him and Dad would sit and drink and talk after dinner and watch baseball together. I never knew his real name. Everyone just called him Slash. I don’t even know why.

After a while I began to relax about having tits and wearing t shirts and stuff that showed I had tits.  I thought Slash ahd been paying me a bit more attention than normal and one day I came out in a t shirt and shorts and Slash GAPEd at me the same way the boys at school did. Just stared at my tits. I lvoed it. The feeling when he stared at my tits. He was always careful not to let my Mum or Dad see him looking though.

I will never forget this night. The first time I felt the fingertips on my breasts. I was going to bed and ben tover to kiss Dad goodnight and I felt it. I looked up and saw Slash sitting over beside Dad staring at me. My pyjama top had fallen down as I leaned over to kiss Dad and I FELT his eyes on my tits. I felt them just like gossamer fingertips reaching down over the top of my pyjama top, down between my breasts that were hanging down unrestricted by a bra. I felt them move between my breasts, down the valley between my breasts and back up over my nipples.

When I bent over my pyjama top had gaped open and I am pretty sure my tits were fully exposed if he looked straight down my top as I was leaning over. I certainly FELT his eyes on my tits and my nipples.

I wanked when I went to bed and had one of my few orgasms from wanking at that age.

After that I deliberately wore tops that exposed my tits when I leaned over and when the opportunity presented I would bend over and let Slash see my tits. Flash the Slash I used to call it. I loved it. It made me feel like a WOMAN that a grown man was interested in looking at my tits. He used to STARE. It got me so fucking excited and turned on even though I wasn’t really sure what these feelings meant at the time.

The other thing I realised was the power I now had over Slash. When I said somethign now he would answer me. Talk to em like an adult. Oh yeah. Things were different between me and the Slash now.

I was alwyas super careful not to let Mum or Dad see down my top or to let them see what I was doing. I am pretty sure Slash never knew I was doing it deliberately.  Slash never tried anything and all he ever did was look. But at the time that was all I wanted. I can understand Slash looking. My tits were great then. Big and round and heavy and perfect. Your tits hit their prime when your a teenager. Then its downhill all the way from there. Hahaha.

My pyjamas were a pair of daggy shorts and a buttom down shirt in summer and long pants in winter. Very UNSEXY. But the tops always gaped open when I leaned over. Nothing else I wore did that so I only flashed the Slash when I was in my pyjamas. My school uniform blouse buttoned right up and was too close fitting to gape when I leaned over.

Next came the boys at school. My best friend Kelly used to actually flash her tits at them but I was never game to do that. She’d slide her bra down so it was under her tits and untuck her blouse and just lift her blouse up and flash em. Hahaha. The boys loved it. They used to yell “Flash em Kelly” and Kelly loved it. Kelly was the Wild Child of our little group.

I used to undo a button on my blouse and lean forward so the guy sitting at the desk beside me could get a sidelong view of my bra. They were always gaga over just the sight of a bra. I spose they knew there was a tit inside it but still. I mean you could see a bra on a clothesline or in a shop and I didn’t get why it was such a big deal to them. I loved it though. I lvoed watching them lean this way and that to get a better look.

Kelly used to lvoe being out in the open about it (like her tits were hahaha) but it was more exciting for me for it to be “accidental”. Unintentional.

I had a friend Peter then, a guy that wasn’t a boyfriend just a friend, a study friend really. I was hopeless at maths and he used to help me with it. We’d go into my room to study and do homework together and I used to let him sneak a peek down my top.  Sometimes when I was feeling really reckless I wouldn’t wear a bra and I’d wear a button down shirt and when he wasn’t looking I’d undo a button and let him get a side view. I used to practice in the mirror so I’d know which button to undo and so I could see how much tit he was seeing.

He used to go crazy trying to act cool and not let on he could see my tit. He could only see one and only from side on through the gape in my blouse where the button was open but he sure used to GAPE. He was a nice guy, a bit of a nerd but very smart.  I used to sit there with most of my tit on display trying hard to concentrate on my schoolwork knowing he was staring at my tit. I used to feel his eyes on my tit like little gossamer fingers stroking my tit.

We played this “game” for months. Him trying hard to be cool and not let on he could see my tit and me doing the same trying hard to act unaware I knew my tits was on display and that he was staring at it.  Sometimes he’d put a book on his lap and I finally realsied that he would get an erection just from looking at a side on view of part of my tit. Just one tit and not even all of it. But guys then would get an erection at the slightest provocation and sometimes for no apparent reason at all.

Harris was the first guy to actually see my tits. He was my boyfriend and all we’d ever done was kissing. He was at my place one saturday afternoon and we decided to go to the movies.  I used to play the same game with him and I wasn’t wearing a bra and told him I just needed to change my top and check with Mum and we coould go. So I told him he’d have to leave my room while I chanegd my top. I really needed to just put  a bra on though. Hahaha.  So Harris says “Aww, do I have to, what stand in the hallway? I promise not to look.” And i got all excited at the idea of taking my top off in the same room as a boy.

I made him promise and swear not to look but I knew he would. I just KNEW it. So I turned my back to him and got out a bra and a different blouse and froze for a moment. Just stood there trembling with excitement and fear.  Then wiht my back to him across the room I took off my blouse and again I just stood there. I could feel his eyes running up and down my naked back.

He was supposed to be looking away but I could feel his eyes on me. Then I did it. I turned around and let him see me topless and I said “Hey, your not supposed to be looking”  but he couldn’t speak. His mouth gaped open and his eyes went really wide and he just STARED. Now i really felt his eyes on my tits. Like hands gripping my tits and squeezing them. I closed my eyes and we just stood there facing each other across the room, me topless, tits out on display, firm and proud and him open mouthed and staring.

I turned away after a moment and casually put on my bra and blouse and cooly walked to the door. That afternoon at the movies he tried to touch my tits and I let him feel my tits through my blouse and bra. Not inside.

It was my first inkling of just how much power a girl had over a guy. They would do anything to see your tits and tocuh them.

But I never got the same thrill when I was topless. It was laways much more exciting when it was “accidental”.

After that I guess I got more preoccupied with sex and actually getting fucked than my exhibitionism. I got really curious about boys cocks and sex itself and what sucking a cock and getitng fucked really felt like and I explored all this with several boys while I was at school.

I never focussed on my exhibitionism again until i started working at a hamburger joint flipping burgers. One afternoon I bent over the counter to serve a customer, a guy, and I noticed hiims taring down my top when I bent over and it reminded me of Slash and my “accidental” flashing at school. So it was Game On again. I used to look at myself n the mirror and chack how mych tits was visible in different blouses and especially my work shirt when I leaned over at different angles. I tried it with different bras and with NO bra hahaha.

We had these little order books to write down the orders and then tear it off and put it on a clip where the kitchen staff would take it from in turn. Most of the girls stood up and wrote the orders but when a hot guy or a guy that looked like a “target” came in I’d put it on the counter to write the order and lean over while I was writing it. It was such fun. I found if I pulled my shirt  down right at the bottom near my belt when I leaned over the top of my shirt would gape open nicely allowing a good view down inside my shirt and usually letting them see both my tits. I only went to work a few times with no bra and that was the biggest but scariest thrill of all.

Letting them see my whole tits, nipple and all.  When a guy saw my nipple those little imaginary gossamer fingertips really sent electric shocks through me. It was so fucking exciting. But I was always worried about stupid stuff. Like the guy saying something. Or even reporting me for not wearing a bra. Stupid. Nobody ever said anything. They just looked.

I still do this now. Still check in front of the mirror to see how much tit is on display when I lean over. I still love it. I lean over guys desks at work and let them look down my top. I still feel the gossamer fingertips as their eyes move over my tits.

Theres a married guy at work, an ofder guy around 50 whose super respectable and he’s my favourite “target” he gets the stutters when I elan voer his desk. Its always so innocent and I’m certain he has no idea I know that he can see my tits and absolutely no fucking idea that I’m doing it on purpose. I’ve been doing this for so long now that I can be Super Cool and talk normally and act normally while I know a guy can see my tits down my blouse.

This guy, Ken, (Hey Ken) has seen all of my tits. I’ve given him the downblouse treatment many times with no bra and I’ve felt his eyes on my nipples and all over my tits. Its so sweet the way he stammers and stutters when he’s looking at my tits.

I’m absolutely positive noone at work has the slightest idea that I do it deliberately. I dress very conservatively at work and always act very, very proper. I’m actually a very conservative person at work. I learned work and play don’t mix (another blog entry there) and I never get involved with anyone from work. Never joke around and never gossip.

I’ve had five ULTIMATE exhibitionist experiences.

The first was the Pizza boy when I was about 20. One of my best friends Vicky told me how once she ordered a pizza delivery and forgot about it and was int he shower when the guy came and she had to answer the door in her bath robe. that gave me an idea. I ordered a pizza then after 10 minutes  turned the shower on and waited naked. When I heard the knock I dashed into the shower to get wet, wrapped a bath robe around me loosely and opened the door.

He was very young and pimply faced and he stared at me in my robe with  wet hair and looking all harassed and with wet hair. I went to get money out of my purse and deliberately dropped my purse and bent over to pick it up letting the raobe fall open. It opened up completely and he saw me full frontal completely naked and wet fromt he shower. He just gaped at me. Just fucking STARED.  He saw everything. A full frontal. teh robe just opened fully and was around my sides wiht the front completely open.

I pretended not to notice (hahaha how could I NOT) and took my time picking up my purse. I casually closed the robe and smiled at him and we swapped pizza and money. I had to slam the door in his face and then slid down the inside of my door and had a wank right there on the floor leaning against the door. Fantastic.

The second one was at a course work sent me on. It was three full days and was as boring as all shit. The guy running the course  was a real pain in the ass.  He stood out in front while we all sat there bored shitless all fucking day long. On the final day I decided to flash him. I didn’t wear panties and sat in the front row with my legs crossed.  Every time he looked at me I uncrossed and re crossed my legs flashing my cunt at him. It took four times before he noticed. He froze and stared. I dont think he could believe what he saw and it was all voer as quick as a flash.

He carried on and the next time he looked at me he looked a bit longer and I crossed and uncrossed my legs as slowly as I dared. I’d never flashed my cunt before and I could feel his eyes on my cunt, on my clit and my cunt lips like those gossamer fingertips.  He lost it. He mumbled and stiumbled and lost his place. I did him another three times but then got cold feet and was worried he knew I was doing it deliberately. I almost ran outta there when it was over but what a fuckin blast it was.

The third time was really crazy. I had this little apartment with a tiny balcony. Just big enough for a sun lounge and every saturday morning I’d lie out there in my bikini and sunbake trying to brown up. One morning I noticed this guy in the balcony above and to the right of mine watching me. but hiding behind his pot plants. The balconies were so small a lot of people just filled them wiht pot plants.

I lay there in my bikini and could feel his eyes all over my body. I was a bit fat then and felt a bit uneasy but after a few mornings I began to relax and figured he liked what he was seing even if I was a bit everweight at the time. Not that abd just a bit soft and podgy.

This went on for months and he was there every Saturday morning without fail. Always trying to hide behind his pot plants.  And every time we did it I got gamer. I got briefer and briefer bikinis until I was almost naked. Then one morning I wondered if he was up there wanking while he was wathcing me and the thought of that was so fucking exciting I took my top off and lay there topless just fucking trembling with excitement.

After that I always went topless. I loved the feeling of his eyes on my tits.  I loved the idea that he  might be wanking while he watched me from up there hiding behind his pot plants.  I wanted so abd to go completely anked but was scared he’d know I knew he was there and was doing it on purpose.

Then one morning I lay on my stomach and pulled my bikini bottoms down thinking it would look like I just wanted to tan my lily white ass.  It was SO fucking exciting. Feeling his eyes on my naked ass. I got so turned on and after an hour of agonizing over whether I should or shouldn’t I rolled over and pulled my bikini bottoms right off. Now I was completely naked and my fully exposed cunt was pointing straight at him.

After that I always went out there naked. Sometimes I’d just walk out naked and sometimes I ‘d tease and go out in my bikini and then take off my top and then my bottoms. Sometimes I’d get so turned on I’d have to go inside and have  a wank. He was always there when I came back. I’s always see the pot plant leaves  rustling.

I’d lie there and put my legs up, legs down, legs apart, legs together, on my back, on my stomach, facing towards him, away from him. I mixed it up.

But fromt he first time I went inside to have a wank I knew I really wanted to wank out there wiht him watching me. It took me weeks before I could summon the courage to do that and when I did it was so natural. My ahnd just strayed to my clit and I started gently rubbing it.  I knew he was watching and I slid my finger  into my wet cunt hole and finally rubbed my clit until I came wiht him watching.

After that I always wanked out there knowing he was watching me. I fucking LOVED it. It was the ULTIMATE exhibitioist experience. I knew he was wanking. I just KNEW it. I used to imagine him wanking and spurting his cum onto the balcony beside his pot plants and into his pot plants.

It was a SUBLIME experience yet one very few women or people would understand. Only another exhibitioist could.

Then one day he never appeared and that was that. He musta moved out or died. I never even knew who he was. How old he was or anything.

The fourth was when I fucked this guy on a park bench one night. What a blast. I straddled him and went crazy riding him like a drunken cowgirl. It was dark and noone could really see us but there were people moving about coming and going and if anyone ahd headed our way they woulda seen us.

I got off him though and led hiim by the hand behind some bushes becasue i wanted to get completely naked in that park.  I took off all my clothes and lay down on my back legs wide apart and told him to fuck me. He did. He crazy-fucked me, hammering and pounding away and grunting like an animal the hole time. All three minutes of it. Then I felt really crazy and ran around the park naked. He wouldnt even take his pants off. I got his shirt off before we fucked on the ground but he was too shit scared to get naked and he was frantic when I started runing round the park naked. I felt so fucking FREE. So fucking liberated. The cool night air on my naked skin. The thought that I might run into someone. A few people saw me and did a double take but nobody really took any interest.

The fifth time was a bit scary but a hell of a blast.  I was out wiht some friends and this guy I was going out with and we were all so wasted. I was so fucking out of it.  We went back to this girls place and we were talking about sex and stuff and he dared me to suck him off in front of everyone.  Everyone laughed including me and I fell into a fit of giggles which I often do when I’m really embaressed.

There was me and Ross (my guy), Alice and her boyfriend and Karen and Tony. Three couples. Ross kept saying chickenshit, come on Mary and then everyone was chanting Mary, Mary, Mary. And well … hahaha… I wouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t so wated so I said “Well, get it out then” and that slowed Ross down. He smiled but looked uncertain, then everyone started “Ross, Ross, Ross.” And finally he undid his zip and took his cock out.

It wasnt even hard. I laughed and giggled and now they were chanting “Mary, Mary, Mary”. I don’t think they thought I’d do it. I didn’t know either. I just wanted to see if he would get his cock out, go that far.  I thought if he did I might. If he didn’t well that’s that.

Ross was sitting on the couch so I got down on the floor between his legs and took his cock in my hand. They all gathered round and watched closely and I closed my eyes and took the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked it gently. Suddenly they were all silent and the whole aprtment went quiet. I couldnt hear any noise at all just the distant rumble of traffic.

Karen said “Oh my God” and Alices boyfriend (Dont remember his name) said “holy shit” and I felt Ross’s cock get hard in my mouth.  Alice and Karen seemed more interested then the guys and they both got really clsoe to me as I moved my mouth up and down Ross’s cock.  Alice kept licking her lips.  Ross looked a bit stricken and kept darting his head around looking at everyone in turn.

I felt pretty cool and just kept sucking away. I was too wasted to really get a sense of what I was feeling. I felt kinda detached. As if it wasn’t me. Its really ahrd to recall details and what I was feeling at the time.  I knew I was sucking a cock in front of a group of people and that it was a blast but thats about it. Pity I hadn’t been a bit more with it to really get  handle on it.

But I do remember Ross not being comfortable wiht it all and a few times trying to push me away and finally losing his erection and that was that. Afterwards everyone was a bit subdued and I remember Alice saying “Fuck me I can’t believe you did that” and then we got back into party mode and that was that.

Tony called me a few days later and told me he’d love me to suck his cock the way I sucked ross’s that night but I told him to fuck off because he was Karen’s girlfriend and anyway he amde me feel like some kinda slut.

Its a real pity I dont remember more of that night. Bbut I never looked at anyone really closely while I was doing it and I should have. Remembering their faces while they watched me sucking Ross’s cock would be a real blast.

My untimate exhibitionist  fantasy  would be to fuck a guy in front of an audience. I mean like on stage or something with them all seated like at the movies watching me. Watching me sucking a cock, getting fucked in every hole out in the open in front of them all.  Oh God yeah. That would be so fucking extreme.

Maybe one day.