Seemingly embarrassed and ashamed, as a married woman, no doubt, regretting her sexual actions, she never offered me a ride home again. Disappointed, I was hoping she’d pull over and fuck me. I was hoping she’d suck me and allow me to cum in her beautiful mouth. Nonetheless, I had a good time seeing her panties, cupping her panty clad pussy, and seeing naked breasts while fondling them, too.
More older women flashed me than did women my age. With them seemingly sexually frustrated, I was a favorite of women who were twenty-years older than me. They deliberately loved flashing me their panties, their naked pussy, their low-cut bras, their naked breasts, and even their naked bodies. They loved flashing as much as I love them flashing me.
I can’t count how many times my mother’s sister, my aunt, Aileen, flashed me her panties, her naked breasts, and/or her naked pussy. Thinking it was funny to sexually tease me, she was always flashing me while laughing. When she stayed with us for a couple of weeks in the summer, every morning, she’d lift her short skirt to put on her nylon stockings. Before even putting on her panties, she’d lift her skirt higher to attached her garter belt.
Every morning, I saw my aunt’s black, bushy pussy. Every morning and every evening, I’d masturbate over all that I saw of my aunt. Yet, in the way that my mother wouldn’t allow me to make love to her and or fuck her, my aunt wouldn’t give me sex. It was one thing to flash me but it was wrong to have incestuous sex with her nephew.
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Again, if only to refresh my imperfect memory, I wished I had kept a diary of all the woman who had flashed me over the years. With names from Abby to Zoey, I’d have an entire encyclopedia of women flashing me their panties, their bras, and their naked breasts, their naked asses, and their naked pussies. Yet, thinking that all women were ladies and not exhibitionistic sluts, I could never tell if women were deliberately flashing me or having a wardrobe malfunction and accidentally flashing me. Sexually inexperienced, with me having a lot to learn about women, I was sexually naïve.
‘August 11th, 1968, Dear Diary, whether unintentionally or on purpose, my sister flashed me her panties again,’ I imagined writing.
‘Sorry that I hadn’t kept a diary, I wished I had kept a record of which women flashed me what and when,’ I thought. ‘How interesting would that be to read years later to see if a pattern emerged’.
Yet, young, dumb, and full of cum, I wasn’t confident enough to act on anyone flashing me. I was too afraid they’d scream and/or tell someone. Giving me something to see and to masturbate over later, grateful for that, I was surprised when they singled me out and flashed me. I was happy that they flashed me. Maybe they continued flashing me because I didn’t pressure them for sex. Instead of acting out on the women who flashed me by reaching out to touch them and to feel them, I looked, I stared, and I masturbated myself later.
If I knew then, what I know now, I would have been more like Warren Beatty in Shampoo. With them showing me that they were sexually interested in me by flashing me, I would have had sex with everyone all the time. With them flashing me all the time, I would have had sex with my sister, my mother, my aunt, my cousins, and even my grandmother. I would have had sex with my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law, too. I would have had sex with my neighbors and my co-workers, too. I would have had sex with practically every woman who flashed me.
Now, that I’m in my 60’s, sadly, the flashing has subsided somewhat. Yet, with me looking ten-years-younger, women still occasionally flash me upskirt peeks of their panties, down-blouse views of their bras and cleavage, and peeks of their naked tits, their naked asses, and their naked pussies. Interesting enough, now, sexually teasing me, the younger women, women more than half my age, are flashing me while making their flashes appear accidental.
Having already been flashed by their mothers and their grandmothers, I enjoyed being flashed by their daughters and granddaughters, women more than half my age. They bend at the waist in front of me to tend to their babies in carriages. Especially with the wind blowing enough to raise the backs of their short skirts, they unintentionally or deliberately flash me the back of their panties. Those who don’t wear panties flash me peeks of their naked asses and the backs of their naked pussies.
They squat down to pet their dogs with their knees parted enough for me to see what I’m hoping to see. A double flash, they flash me upskirt peeks of their panties and down blouses views of their low-cut bras, cleavages, and naked breasts. Those who don’t wear panties flash me peeks of their naked pussies and those who don’t wear bras flash me downblouse views of their naked tits.
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Go figure. Admittedly, I’ve been told many times that I’m a handsome man but something so unexpected, for a long while there, nearly a flashing frenzy, the flashing had gotten out of hand. Temping me while sexually teasing me, everywhere I looked women flashed me their panties, their bras, their naked tits, their naked asses, and their naked pussies. I wondered if it will be like this when I’m in my 70’s, retired, and confined to a nursing home.
To be honest, enjoying the voyeuristic fun, I hope the flashing never stopped. A voyeur, I feel honored being flashed. Yet, women don’t flash just anyone. They flash those they are sexually attracted to. Fortunately, for me, they flash me.