Ever since my encounter with an older man, Paul, and the sexual exploits he introduced me to, my sex drive had become insatiable. I suddenly found myself with an unrelenting desire to flash my body in public. It was shortly after my seventeenth birthday that I started exposing myself to dirty old men looking for a bit of action.
It was an unbearably hot day in August when I began exploring my exhibitionist side. I left my house wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a bra. Walking down the street, I got lots of attention, especially from old men. At my local park, I walked over to the benches known as “the leering den for dirty old men”. It was called this because it’s where all the old men sit during hot days to ogle the scantily-clad women as they venture past.
There was about fifteen older men, all in their fifties and sixties, sat on the benches amongst the trees. Some had beards and wore glasses. Some wore grubby string vests and open-toed sandals. They all had big bellies and hairy bodies. One was all unshaven and dishevelled and wore nothing but a pair of tight shorts, his bald head glistening with sweat.
I whipped off my bra and panties and started doing naked exercises in front of all the old men sitting on the benches. I saw their mouths gape open and their eyes bulge as I stretched my leg over my head to loosen my hamstrings and give them a nice cunt flash. Then I jumped on the spot to warm up, making my titties bounce up and down. I turned my back to them and bent down to touch my toes, giving them an eyeful of my exposed slit and asshole. It went on for a few minutes and the thrill it gave me was quite sensational. The old men just sat there with an avid leer on their faces and their hands in their pants fiddling with their cocks.
My flashing fetish continued for a good few months. But after a while, I decided to be more inconspicuous in my efforts to show off my body to strangers. I was growing hornier by the day and wanted a flashing encounter to lead to a good fuck. I thought a more secretive, one-on-one encounter would be the way to go about it.
I would single out an individual, almost always an older male. Then I would pick a place where it was almost impossible for him to do anything but watch me while I exposed myself. Like when the handyman came to cut the grass, I would stand naked in front of the window. He would stop and look but was afraid to say anything for fear of being accused of seducing a teenage girl.
I got an immense thrill from the power I had in a situation like that. Then I got a chance to really carry out my fantasy, up close and personal.
A man from the gas company came to the door to read the gas meter, which was located in the basement. My mum and dad had just left for work and the rules were no strangers allowed in the house when they were at work.
But for me, this was a day for breaking rules. I let the gas man, a nice-looking man in his forties with a thin body and bald head, into the house and showed him to the basement. I noticed the way he looked at me because I was still dressed in my silk pyjamas with just panties on underneath. The man went downstairs and started writing down the numbers from the meter.
I stood over by the washing machine and, with the man’s back to me, slipped out of my pyjamas and placed them in the washer. About that time, the man turned and saw me standing only in a pair of little pink panties. I tingled intensely all over when I saw the startled look on his face.
"Is your mother home?" he asked.
"No, she's at work," I said, wringing my hands innocently in front of me as he asked the question.
"Is there anyone else in the house?" he asked me.
"Nope. I'm the lady of the house now!" I exclaimed.
"I see," the man said as he turned to fasten a new seal to the meter. "Aren't you afraid of catching cold, dressed like that?" he asked.
"Nah, I usually go naked in the house when nobody's around," I said.
"What about when someone comes over?" he asked.
"Dunno. Never happened before," I replied, hands wringing.
"If you promise not to tell anyone, anyone at all, you can go naked while I am here. I don't mind," he said.
"You mean you won't tell anybody if I show you my pussy?" I asked, pouring on an unbelievable amount of fake innocence. My hands were now apart, my thumbs hooked in the waistband of the pink cotton panties in preparation to pull them down.
"Of course not. I would never say anything and you can't either. What's your name?" he asked.
"Louise," I said, as I pulled the front part of my panties down below my shaven little mound. The man walked over to me to get a better look. It was obvious now that he had an erection.
"That's a nice little pussy you have there, Louise. Do you show it to the boys?"
"Sometimes," I said, looking him in the eye and then looking down at the bulge in the front of his pants, making it obvious that I knew he had a hard-on. I went ahead and pulled my panties down all the way, kicking them off on to the floor.
"I don't suppose you have ever let them fuck you, have you?" he asked.
"Nah, I'm not that sort of girl," I lied, still looking at his crotch.
The man, noticing my interest, undid his belt. He asked me if I wanted to see his cock, knowing full well that I was going to anyway.
When I nodded, he opened his pants and let them drop to his ankles. He unbuttoned the front of his shirt and let it fall to the sides so that I had a full frontal view. Then he pulled his jockey shorts down, letting them join his pants on the floor.