Exhibitionism and Voyeurism by SusanJillParker
Exhibitionism and Voyeurism
Probably because he’s good-looking, women are always flashing Jim.
Whether being flashed deliberately or unintentionally, this my personal history of being flashed by unsuspecting women. Then, returning the favor of their exhibitionism with my exhibitionism, this is my personal history of flashing unsuspecting women.
Every man’s sexual fantasy, this is a true story that Jim asked me to write for him about his personal phenomena of women flashing him and him returning their favor of exhibitionism by flashing them. Pussy for cock, when they flash him, he flashes them.
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Exhibitionism and Voyeurism
I’m curious to know if other men have had the same sexual experiences of being flashed by women. For more than fifty-years, from the age of 18-years-old to more than 60-years-old, women have flashed me. Always catching me by surprise, whether deliberately flashing me or unintentionally flashing me, I could never tell. Women have unique ways of flashing while making their flashes appear accidental.
They flashed me their panties in upskirt peeks. They flashed me their bras in downblouse views. They flashed me their naked breasts. They flashed me their naked pussies. They flashed me their naked asses. They flashed me their naked bodies. Something that I wished I had acted on; while making their flashes appear accidental, women were always flashing me one body part of another.
An exhibitionistic phenomenon, something that I always surprised me to see, women flashing me all started with my beautiful, redheaded, 21-year-old sister, Kathy, when I turned 18-years-old. She was the first woman to flash me her bright, white, bikini panties. Seemingly, 18, the age of consent, was my magic age of being flashed and of me deciding to return the favor of exhibitionism by flashing unsuspecting women. Women flashing me continued throughout my 20’s, 30’s, 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s.
Women I didn’t even know and have never met, I can’t count how many women flashed me over those fifty-years. I wish I could remember all of their names, faces, and bodies. I’m not complaining. A woman unsuspectingly flashing me out of the clear blue was always a total surprise and a sexually pleasure. Call me naïve but I never thought that women did that sort of sexual teasing. I always thought that it was men flashing their cocks, and what many women don’t want to see.
Yet, fortunately for me, sexually exciting being flashed, I’ve had a long history of being flashed. While making their flashing appear accidental, over the years, my mother, my sister, my aunt, my cousins, and even my grandmother have all flashed me their panties, their bras, their naked breasts, their naked pussies, and their naked asses. Always catching me by surprise, I’m stunned to see something that I shouldn’t see when someone flashed me.
Not having any idea, I never knew if they deliberately flashed me or unintentionally flashed me. I never knew if they sexually teased me or if they hoped that I’d make the next, sexual move and give them sex. I was so sexually naïve back then. I wished I knew then what I know now. I would have responded in kind and bedded more women.
‘Nice tits. May I buy you a drink? How about you come home with me and you can show me the rest of your naked body,’ I imagined saying to women who flashed me.
I imagined a woman slapping me across the face for being sexually inappropriate when she’s the one who deliberately flashed me.
‘Pervert,’ I imagined her saying. ‘Get away from me. How dare you?’
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In hindsight, instead of just looking, I regretted not sexually doing more than just staring. Then, masturbating over all that I saw of them later, suffice to write I was always masturbating. A whole, new sexually exciting world, not stopping there, at one time or another, something I thought that I’d never see, even my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law flashed me, too. I just wonder how many women would have had sex with me had I made the next sexual move and called them on their flashing bluff.
‘Now that you showed me your naked pussy, may I show you my naked cock,’ I imagined saying to my mother-in-law after she caught the front of her nightgown in a drawer?
Seemingly oblivious that I was there watching her, I watched her lift her nightgown to her waist to free herself while flashing me her naked pussy. I couldn’t believe that my wife’s mother, whether deliberate or accidental, flashed me her naked cunt. As soon as I saw her naked pussy, I wanted to finger, lick, and masturbate her pussy.
I imagined my wife’s mother staring down at my bulging erection that tented my pants. I imagined her watching me unzipping myself. Then, as if she had never seen a naked prick before, I imagined her staring at my swollen cock as I pulled it from my pants.
‘Oh, Jimmy. You have such a nice penis,’ I imagined my mother-in-law saying while taking it in her hand to slowly stroke me before moving to her knees to suck me.’
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Literally, over the years, at one time or another, dozens of women flashed me. I wished I had kept a notebook of all the women who flashed me. Perhaps, thinking it was funny fun to flash me, shocking but true, I kid you not, while the photographer was shooting pictures, women even flashed me at my wedding.
Teasing me as if trying to get me to change my mind about marrying my wife, Emma, my wife’s girlfriends, even her bridesmaids, deliberately flashed me their naked tits, their naked pussies, and their naked asses on my wedding day. Thinking it was funny to expose themselves to me, inviting me to photograph them, they lowered their tops to flash me their naked breasts. Again, inviting me to photograph them, they lifted their gowns to their waists to flash me their naked pussies. Then, turning and bending at the waist, they flashed me their naked asses.
Briefly having regrets about marrying my wife, I saw all of her girlfriends topless and naked. Something I never thought that I’d ever see, wishing that I had the nerve to touch them and feel them, I masturbated over seeing their topless and naked bodies every evening and every morning for years. I still masturbate over the memories of seeing the entire wedding party topless and naked. Instead of marrying my wife, wishing that I had married this one or that one, some of them had better bodies than my wife.
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Again, not stopping there with just my relatives flashing me, my neighbors flashed me, too. While their husbands were at work, my neighbors would lie out in their backyard topless and sometimes even naked. Able to see them from my second-floor bedroom window, I stared at all that they were showing and all that I was seeing while masturbating myself.
I photographed them. I videoed them. I watched them with my binoculars. They knew that I was there watching them. Yet, deliberately exposing their topless and naked bodies to my horny eyes, my neighbors were such exhibitionist whores.
‘Oh, my God. My neighbor is lying out back topless again. I love her big tits,’ I thought while masturbating over her topless image.
Then, out of horniness and sexual frustration, unable to control myself, I returned the favor of their exhibitionism with my exhibitionism. Encouraged by them showing me their topless and naked bodies, I showed them my naked body and my erect, naked prick. Feeling so seductively wicked, I skinny dipped in my pool while they watched me from their back windows and from their back porch decks. From the distance of my backyard, while pretending that I didn’t know that they were there watching me, I even masturbated myself in front of them while they watched.
If it wasn’t enough that my relatives and neighbors flashed me, my co-workers flashed me at work, too. Perhaps, a different time back then, the age of free sex, seemingly every woman I knew wanted me to see them in their sexy underwear and to see them without their clothes. I can’t count how many times I masturbated in the men’s room after being flashed by my coworkers at work.
When sitting at their desks, as if daring me to look, stare, and/or leer, they sat with their skirts raised above their knees and nearly to their crotch with their knees parted and their panties exposed. While wearing low-cut blouses, with me standing over them, they leaned forward to flash me their bras, their long line of sexy cleavage, and all that I could see of their bra clad breasts. I can’t count how many panties and bras that I saw of co-workers over the years. Suffice to write, I saw a lot.
Continuing to deliberately flash me at work, they bent at the waist in front of me to flash me the back of their panties. They squatted down in front of me with their knees spread enough to expose their panties when retrieving files. When they weren’t flashing me their panties, they flashed me their bras, and their long, sexy lines of cleavage. When the boss is away, my co-workers played.
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A memory that I’ll never forget, when I was 23-years-old, one of the decorators of a famous department store was precariously standing on a ladder while stretching over her head to fix a display. Fearing that she’d fall and hurt herself, being the gentleman that I am, I held the ladder for her so that she wouldn’t fall. I had no idea that she was deliberately flashing me until I looked up. Not expecting her to say what she said, making me aware that she was deliberately flashing me, she shocked me by what she said next.
“Oops. Please don’t look up my short skirt, Jimmy,” said Tina a 35-year-old single woman. When she told me not to look up, an automatic reflex, that made me look up. “I’m so embarrassed. I forgot to put on panties today,” she said while literally lifting the hem of her short skirt to show me her blonde, trimmed pussy.
She looked down at me looking up at her while I looked up at what I could see of her naked ass and her naked pussy. I couldn’t believe that she was deliberately giving me a crotch shot of her naked ass and pussy. Instead of just looking, I stared while she erased her embarrassment with laughter.