Getting Off on Exposing Ourselves by SusanJillParker
While making their flashes appear accidental and/or unintentional, a husband-and-wife work together as a sexual, exhibitionism team in deliberately exposing one another to their relatives, friends, neighbors, and strangers.
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My wife, Diane, and I, are voyeurs as much as we are exhibitionists. We love showing as much of our semi-naked and naked bodies as we love seeing the semi-naked and naked bodies of others. We enjoy exposing ourselves to our relatives, friends, neighbors, and strangers. Only, instead of being deliberately, blatant about exposing ourselves, so that people don’t think that we’re perverts, we make our nudity appear unintentional and/or accidental.
“Oops, don’t look at my panties,” said Diane struggling to keep her skirt down while fighting the wind.
Knowing it was going to be a windy day, she deliberately wore a short, flared skirt, a skirt that blew up in the wind as if it was a kite. Every time her skirt blew up, she called even more attention to herself by screaming. While pretending that she was embarrassed, she turned one way before turning the other way while trying to catch the hem of her skirt with her hand and stop her skirt from lifting. Only, making her flashing much worse by her deliberately turning into the wind, her skirt blew up in her face and all the way up her back.
She not only deliberately flashed any man who was looking her bright, white, sheer, bikini panties, but also, she flashed them her ass crack, her camel toe, her pussy slit, and the shadow of her red, patch of trimmed, pubic hair. Unembarrassed and unashamed, Diane was an exhibitionist. She loved sexually teasing unsuspecting men by flashing them what they all hoped to see but should never see of her beautiful body.
“I’m so embarrassed,” said Diane feigning her embarrassment against a huge gust of wind that continued lifting her skirt and exposing her panties.
While continuing to feign her embarrassment, a losing battle, especially with what she was wearing, she continued feebly struggling against the wind. Wearing what she dared to wear on such a windy day gave her the perfect opportunity to flash her panties. As if she was a beautiful flower in the wind, her arms were pedals, her torso was the bud, and her long, shapely legs were the stems. Twirling and dancing around in the wind as if she was a ballerina, she gave any man looking a sexy show of her underwear.
“Oh, my God! That gust of wind blew my skirt all the way up my back,” she said calling even more attention to the wind flashing her panties.
Unsuccessful in her attempts to harness her skirt with her hands and keep her skirt from blowing up again and again, she turned one way before turning the other way while continually pushing her skirt down with both hands.
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Then, in the way that Diane walked around with her blouse not buttoned and her bra, her cleavage, or even her naked breasts on display, Anthony walked around with his fly down and his erect prick sticking out of his pants. Flashing his naked prick was a daring move that could have gotten him arrested for indecent exposure and lewd and lascivious behavior. Yet, with all of the women that he flashed at Wal-Mart, even though they all saw his prick sticking out of his pants, not one woman reported him.
Even more surprisingly, not one woman told him that his fly was down and his prick was exposed. Instead, they roamed the aisles to return again and again for another look at his huge, naked, erect cock. Seemingly, in the way that men loved seeing women’s naked breasts, women loved seeing men’s naked cock, at least Anthony’s cock.
Instead, of telling him that he was exposed, the women stared at his naked, erect cock with sexual interest. No doubt, they enjoyed his naked show. Perhaps, because he was good-looking was the reason why they didn’t tell him that he was exposed. Perhaps, because he had a big prick was the reason why they remained silent and didn’t report him. As if they all wished that they were his woman, they all stared at his erect, naked cock.
‘Attention please,’ Anthony imagined customer service saying over the loud speaker. ‘Will the handsome man with his erect prick sticking out of his pants come to customer service to be serviced.’
Finally, a woman told him that he was exposed.
“Pardon me, sir,” she said staring down at his naked cock while sliding a slow tongue across her lips as if she was thirsty. Then, she looked up at him while giving him a sexy look and a naughty smile. “Your fly is down,” finally said Sister Mary Elizabeth from the order of Most Holy Virgins.
The holy nun continued staring down at Anthony’s expose prick while pointing to his erection as if his sudden, naked exposure was a miracle and his big prick was the eighth wonder of the world. As if she was a baseball player who had just hit a homerun, she anointed herself while looking up to God as if her prayers had been answered. Then, she stared down at Anthony’s naked cock again as if she had never seen a naked cock before.
Clearly, in the way that she stared at Anthony’s exposed prick, she was more sexually aroused than she was embarrassed. Surprised that she didn’t fall to her knees in prayer and take him in her mouth as if his cock was a host, she continued staring at his naked cock while he tucked it in his pants and zipped himself. As if he had donated a thousand dollars to feed children at the orphanage, he made Sister Mary Elizabeth happy, indeed, by merely flashing her his naked, erect prick. She hadn’t seen a prick as big as Anthony’s big dick since Father O’Malley had transferred.
“Oh, my God. I’m so embarrassed. Thank you for telling me that I’m exposed, Sister,” he said feigning his embarrassment.
Returning her sexy look and naughty smile, Anthony looked up at the nun with his own sexy look and naughty smile. He looked down at his exposed, erect prick sticking straight out of his pants before looking up at the kind nun with an inviting smile. Something that he’d never forget, how hot would that be for a holy nun to give him a blowjob at all places, Wal-Mart?
Instead of stuffing his cock in his pants, as if daring her to touch him, stroke him, and suck him, he looked down at his naked prick again while staring up at the nun. He took his time in stuffing his errant prick in his pants and zippering his trousers. Even after he pushed his erect cock in his pants and zipped them, Sister Mary Elizabeth continued staring at the bulge in his pants. Not knowing what else to say to the holy sister, embarrassed by her continuing to stare at his cock that bulged in his pants, he offered his excuse.
“I can’t believe that I walked through all of Wal-Mart with my cock sticking out of my pants and no one told me,” he said. “At least several dozen women saw my naked prick. I can’t believe that so many women saw my naked cock and not one of them told me that I was exposed.”
Sexually excited in talking dirty to a nun, he continued telling her why he was unintentionally exposed.
“I was in a hurry to get out of the men’s room because of a huge spider on the wall in front of the urinal,” he said. “I didn’t want that thing to bite my prick,” he said enjoying saying the word prick to the nun.
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Not always an easy thing to do, flashing someone whether deliberately or unintentionally takes planning, timing, and sometimes luck. Sometimes, especially when the mood strikes, it’s just being at the right place at the right time. They both should have won Oscars in the way that Diane and Anthony pretended that they had no idea that they were exposed when flashing themselves. They both should have been nominated for Academy Awards when they pretended that they were embarrassed even though they weren’t embarrassed at all, but sexually excited.
“Oh, my God. I’m so embarrassed,” said Diane. “Thank you for telling me. I had no idea that I had tucked the back of my skirt in my panties. That explains why I had a long line of men following me,” she said with an embarrassed laugh. “I’ve been unwittingly flashing my panty clad ass all over town.”
Yet, no matter who they deliberately flashed and how they deliberately flashed unsuspecting men and women, instead those being flashed looking away in embarrassment, they always looked. Instead of merely looking and looking away, they all stared. Seemingly, whether male or female, young or old, mature adults wanted to see as much as exhibitionist flashers wanted to show. As if watching an X-rated movie, mature adults loved seeing what they shouldn’t see of the semi-naked and naked bodies of others.
“Show me your tits. Show me your tits,” read the signs held up by race fans at the Indy 500 and Daytona 500 Races. “Show me your tits.”
Obediently obeying their sexual, voyeuristic desire to see their naked breasts, women lifted their tops and turned to face the crowd to the cheers of the racing day spectators. Sexually surprisingly, when given the excuse to flash their tits, unless they’re flat-chested, mostly all women loved showing their tits, even Sister Mary Elizabeth loved showing her big, sagging breasts. Whether morally modest or down right whores, under the right circumstances, all women get off on flashing their naked breasts while making their flashes appear accidental and/or unintentional. She gave Father O’Malley a nightly show of her big breasts.
“Show me your tits! Show me your tits!”
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When shopping in a store, especially in a jewelry store, Diane always wore a low-cut blouse without a bra. Then, leaning over the counter as if she was trying to make up her mind on which jewelry item to buy, she exposed her long, line of sexy cleavage and her naked breasts to the jewelry salesman. Not rushing her to make a selection, never pressuring her to buy anything, instead, enjoying the down blouse view, he leaned in closer to for a better look of her naked, C cup breasts and her erect nipples.
No doubt, because of her flashing him her naked breasts, she always received a generous discount on whatever she bought.