I am a real stewardess and fly for a Major US Airline but you won’t see me like this on your flight or know that I am an admitted exhibitionist. Simply put, I enjoy masturbating for men while they watch. It’s my favorite way of sexually expressing and satisfying myself – my fantasy really. As an exhibitionist and a flight attendant, I take advantage of my travels to find men interested in helping me, whether it’s a pilot or a male flight attendant on a layover, maybe some guys on the hotel staff or even a group of strangers if I can arrange it. As long as someone is watching me, I get off to it.
My After Hours Club Experience
One of my male friends suggested I try performing my fantasy of stripping and masturbating on stage at a downtown after hours club. He knew about my fantasy and said he found something I should consider. So we visited a local After Hours Club he frequented in downtown San Antonio. He said he knew the manager and had told him about me. The manager said he was interested in meeting me. So that weekend I was introduced to him and we talked about my exhibitionist fantasy and how I had already performed for a group of friends several times and that I really enjoyed it.
He told me I was pretty and seemed genuine. His compliments made me feel good. He asked me, challenged me really, saying doing it on stage might be a scary thing for me. I told him that I knew I would be nervous but excited at the same time but that I wanted to try it – that I’d already fantasized about it. He asked me if I’d be willing to rehearse the most intimate part of my act and see if I could pull it off. If I could show him, he said, he would decide whether I might be able to go onstage. I said I would and asked if my friend could stay, who then said to the manager, ‘ Get ready. You’re in for a treat!’
The manager said, ‘I’m looking very much forward to this exhibitionist side of yours. You are an attractive woman and, I admit, the prospect of you getting naked and masturbating on stage here excites me. We’ve never had a woman even suggest it.’
‘But I’m stalling, I’m ready whenever you are. You don’t need to do a strip tease (there’s no music in this office anyway), just show me your intimate act, if you will.’
I said, ‘Sure, I think this is a good idea. You’re a good businessman.’
He said, ‘Well, I like to think so but for the next fifteen minutes, just think of me as a man.’
I wore a cotton summer dress typical of Mexican women. I think they are sexy with my darker skin tone. I unbuttoned it slowly down the front revealing tan lines and cleavage as it separated open. I wore no bra, just white panties. I stood up and let it drop to my ankles and stepped out of it. I took off my panties and sandals and stood nude in front of him. He just said, ‘Beautiful. Can I get a neck down photo of you undressed?’
I said, ‘For your business files of course.’
He said, ‘Yes strictly business.’
We all laughed. I sat on a sofa and started playing with myself. I was instantly in the mood. I liked the way he was looking at me. My tan lines were not what I wanted and explained that if I performed for his patrons, I would have nicer ones. He said it didn’t matter to him. I thanked him but said I liked the way I looked with them. He agreed it would be more appealing as I stripped on stage. He also complimented my landing strip, saying too many women think it has to be shaved clean, that he liked my look.
He said, ‘If I may offer, you do have an exquisitely nice looking pussy.’
I responded saying, ‘Thank you, I’m lucky I guess.’
Then I said, ‘Do you think your audience will enjoy getting a better look at her?’
No sooner than had he raised his eyebrows, I spread my labia apart like a butterfly opening its wings. With a smile, he leaned forward in his chair, saying, ‘Yes definitely exquisite.’
I changed my grip on my labia and using two more fingers, pulled the skin back from my clit and unhooded her showing her plump and erect.
‘Unbelievable, and you will show this intimate beauty to your audience?’
I said, ‘I take it that it meets your approval?’
He said, ‘More than meets, I strongly suggest it and you gotta wear a garter belt. Are you open to tips?’
I said, ‘I don’t need tips but I like what they say about what the men want.’
He said, ‘You have thought this out I see.’
I said, ‘Truth be known, I have masturbated and fantasized about it several times, acting it out in my mind. I have an active fantasy mind, which is why, I guess, I am here today.’
Well then, ‘You have certainly answered any questions I had and taken all reservations away. So let’s consider business to be behind us. Can you indulge me and share your intimate act with me?’
I said, ‘You’re a gentlemen and I appreciate that. So I will masturbate for you as sensually and naturally as I can until I orgasm, just how I hope to perform for an audience at your Club. Would you like to be at the front of the stage, have your own personal show?’
He said, ‘Definitely, what do you have in mind?’
I said, ‘Can you move this coffee table and scoot your chair up here?’
He did so and I rested my feet into the corners of his chair and relaxed back on the couch, placing a pillow behind my back. I tucked my arms in close to my breasts so they would shake as I started fingering. Because he liked my pussy, I stopped occasionally to spread my lips apart for a few seconds and resumed masturbating. Eventually, I felt my orgasm nearing and I fingered rhythmically until it flowed thrillingly through my body, warm and intense to the exhibitionist’s high. I tried not to make too much noise so I gave a quiet moan as I flushed with ecstasy.
When I finished, he reached for his planning calendar, saying, ‘Our patrons are going to love you!’
The manager asked me if I could coordinate my flying around some kind of fixed Club schedule. He said he was anticipating higher drink sales and asked if I could stay after my first performance and mingle with the patrons, that my drinks would be on the house and that he would provide an escort for protection from over friendly customers!
I answered him with, ‘Can I get a good Margarita here?’
He said, ‘Yes, whatever you want.’
I said, ‘You really do think like a businessman.’
He replied, “I like to think it’s the reason we have a successful night club.”
We both laughed, I kissed him on the cheek, got dressed, and walked out with my friend after setting the next Friday for my first fantasy night..
The patrons at the After Hours Club, I would say, are mostly local Hispanic men (that are quite vocal en Espanol with their love of dirty words).
There’s always military men, like my friend, who seem like boys away from home for the first time which makes it all the more fun for me, and then there are the businessmen that come up from their River Walk hotels or from near the Convention Center. They stand out because they are, by far, the best dressed.
On my first night there, a very handsome man told me he delayed his flight home until the next morning just to see me. It was a nice compliment but I wondered how he knew I was there. He surprised me so much I didn’t ask. The business minded manager was already promoting it I surmised. This well dressed man was also generous with his tipping so I gave him special extended views that I describe later and my finale was – well – I gave him the best view. I absolutely loved his dark lustful eyes looking at me.
So after being introduced on stage the first night, I performed a dance and striptease from a flight attendant uniform down to just black heels. I knew the audience could tell that I liked performing because they said I smiled a lot which is my nature. The Hispanic men started calling me ‘Sonrisa’ which I like. And I also liked that men smiled back, or gave an approving nod or just an encouraging thumbs up. In fact the only time I wasn’t smiling was when I was concentrating on cumming but, after that? You can bet was all smiles, in between deep breaths!
I was quite nervous that night, as I expected, but the exhibitionist in me loved the reaction I got when I continued my nude performance. So after I stripped, I stood naked near the front of the stage with my feet, still in shiny black heels, spread about a foot and a half apart and my back slightly arched to bring my breasts higher. The room lights were turned down, the music faded, and two stage lights from either side and slightly in front of me shined inward making overlapping shadows across my breasts. The curves of the muscles in my legs were accentuated and the shadow between my breasts made them look even bigger than they already are.
I exercise at a gym often to stay fit and tone. My motivation comes from wanting to look as good as I can when I masturbate and I swear it makes my orgasms stronger although that could just be from being able to finger faster and longer. I even consider masturbating to be good exercise!
Something else I do to make myself sexier is that I try to suntan in the afternoon at my condo’s pool or while on a layover before I perform. I wear a halter style string bikini top that I undo from around my neck and also gap it apart about two inches between my boobs.
I’m Mexican Latina and tan easily so under the stage lights, it can be almost night and day, really defining the shape and size of my tetas. I do the same for my landing strip which, lucky for me, is a natural one (a Latina thing I guess). I tweeze a little and trim her for length since my pubic hairs are naturally pretty long. I actually trim the length less than I used to – to make them a little longer (I know – not trendy!) because it makes my patch darker. I shave smooth from my clit down. I think I have a nice looking pussy and if the tips I get when I show her in more detail are any indication, the men think so too!
So when the lights were shining across my body and I felt lots of eyes on me, I raised both arms up crossing them over my head, sliding my hands over and cupping my breasts on the way. With my eyes closed, standing as still and as statuesque as I could, I pictured in my fantasy mind dozens of men looking at my nude stage lit body. As an admitted exhibitionist, I can tell you it’s pure sexual bliss. I wondered if the men just five feet in front of me could see the chills I felt. If one could see the tingling I felt in my clit, it would have been obvious. I wanted to know if my nipples were erect so when the room got quieter, I decided to find out in a sensual teasing way. I turned my head into my left arm after pulling my hair to one side, and slid my right hand down over my left nipple. I gave it a slight pinch which sent a most delightful sensation down to my clit.
Just then I had this thought that I could just as easily be lying on my couch at home masturbating to the fantasy of what was happening. I have a very active fantasy mind and, for whatever reason, have crossed the line that most people probably don’t and for those that have, you understand what I’m talking about.
At one time, early in my fantasy life, I wondered what’s better, masturbating to a sexual fantasy or acting it out. I can tell you with certainty that I learned the answer to that at a young age. I was at a Texas State Park, masturbating on a blanket by a campfire for four Mexican fishermen who said they would die happy men! I was very sexual at a young age and I was acting on a fantasy I had developed only the day before. The exhibitionist in me was rewarded and I haven’t looked back!
But here I was, standing naked on a stage at an after hours club in my home town with a room full of men waiting to see what I would do next. I wondered what they thought I would do. Dance? Shake my boobs? Show my ass? Well I already knew. I had rehearsed this at home for two weeks, fingering and fantasizing about it until it seemed real. The only difference now was that I was live on stage.
So what started as a finger tease meant for the audience was now teasing and tempting me. Either way it resulted in me placing my heels farther apart, to a few cheers, and extending the middle finger of my descending hand and placing it directly onto my clit to a few more cheers. What happened next came as a big surprise to me.
I started tracing little circles around my little pearl making them more pronounced as I continued. As I was getting more passionate about it, I was not ten seconds into it when a pre orgasmic tremor came out of nowhere. My knees buckled and I nearly fell down – partly from being in heels with my feet farther apart but mostly because I wasn’t prepared for it. I was nervous too and didn’t think I could be that aroused my first time on stage. I tried to right myself but my heels were not cooperating. I got flustered and removed them, tossing them behind me. Now I did anything to avoid looking at their eyes. I felt I would be crushed in humiliation, laughed off stage like a bad clown. I straightened myself up, covered my eyes in shame and stood there but all I heard were applause and cheers. Two guys came up on stage, held my arms and supported me. I started to cry. Instead of being sexy I was a fool but it was, apparently, not how they saw it. They told me that it made me real, that they loved it and begged me to go on. That changed it all for me. They were wonderful. Now I was determined to give them the best show ever. The music started in. I was emotional and danced with a renewed passion.
So with tears wiped free but still a blushed face, I shook it off, slipped my heels back on, and started dancing, shaking my boobs as I made my way along the front of the stage. I’ve always liked to dance sexy, clothed or nude, doesn’t matter, and my audience’s reaction made it all the more fun. And I was smiling bigger than ever knowing they were supporting me. I felt close to them and wanted to share the intimate exhibitionist side of me. I was going to masturbate and give them all the sensuality they deserved.
I was more confident now and decided to walk down the steps on the side of the stage and dance naked through the audience. That was wild and more fun than I thought as I enjoyed the more intimate interaction, dancing with them, putting a friendly arm around them or giving hugs and cheek kisses. I received a few not unexpected friendly butt slaps as I climbed up the opposite side. Again, it made me feel closer to my audience. It was now time to show them the real me!
After climbing back on stage, the fun was about to begin. I walked to the back side of the stage where a small white comforter, still wrapped in the First Class plastic, had been placed for me. I slipped on an old fashioned stewardess hat (I collect airline memorabilia) returned to center stage, ripped the plastic off the blanket and opened it up and spread it out on the floor. It was funny in that there was about three seconds of subdued crowd noise before I opened it and laid it out. Then the hoots and howls and clapping started in. I was smiling so big, I was getting embarrassed plus I was nervous the first time but once I felt connected with my audience, the exhibitionist in me took over and it was pure fantasy fun the rest of the night.
So I wasted no time in walking to one side of the stage, my blanket in tow, to begin a sexual interaction with the men near me. But the first thing I did was slip on a garter belt that I had tucked in my hat. I think the suggestion of a garter belt being rolled up to my thigh meant, to the audience that I was going to do some special things for tips. They were right and I loved that they knew it!
It was erottic when money was slipped under my garter belt. It told me that men liked what they saw or that they wanted to see more. So just before I laid down, I kicked off my heels, to be completely natural, and relaxed on the blanket, reclining onto my back. I spread my legs apart and placed both hands on the inside of my thighs. I laid still like that letting guys anticipate what I was going to do for those tips. I then slid my hands up to my landing strip and in a continuous motion, pinched my labia between my fingers and started with a sensual labia spread. I pulled them straight forward, keeping my lips together, enjoying more anticipation, and then slowly fanned them open, showing their lighter pink color as I stretched them.
I wanted to lift my head up and see the faces of the men looking between my legs but, instead, I kept it on the blanket and found the faces of the men who were next. That provided my own motivation.
The blanket got pulled closer to the edge. I knew what they wanted so I pulled wider as men peered in. The Mexican men were vocal as they usually are about sex. With tips coming in, I got excited and occasionally masturbated openly for them. My blanket got pulled along the stage to the next man or group of men. Almost everyone near the stage gave me dollars encouraging more spreads and masturbation. I found that men liked it when I scooted up close to them, getting personal, with my butt just to the edge of the stage and resting my feet on their shoulders or resting in their arms at their sides. Some guys wanted a buddy to join in so it could be two sets of shoulders. I’m pretty limber so that helped! Once my feet were held in place, I could relax my legs open and bring my arms down together to pinch my labia and spread them. My lips are pretty small but I can still pull them pretty far apart to give a good show.
For guys that said something like, ‘show me your clit’, I proudly unhooded her and brought her out. I kept my labia spread while I did it. Men are very visual, I know, so it’s important to me that they like what they see.
In addition to showing and playing with my pussy, I pulled my arms in close to my breasts to lift them together so that when I masturbated, they jiggled in rhythm to my fingering. And with my D Cup breasts, I was complimented afterwards on a complete masturbation show. Men love shaking boobs.
After performing along the length of the stage, I moved my blanket back to just in front of my handsome businessman. I walked to the side of the stage, took the bills out of my garter belt and rolled it off my thigh. I gave it to the man that introduced me at the beginning and asked him to hold it for me. I wanted to be completely naked – no heels, no hat and no garter belt, just natural. I turned back, smiled at my great audience and stood just behind my blanket and fingered as naturally and sensually as I could while standing up. I wanted everyone, not just the guys that watched me on my blanket earlier, to be able to see me. The guys in back applauded in appreciation. In fact, I noticed that my audience had grown larger in size since I started. I saw the manager, who gave me an approving nod. I gave him a big smile as I looked directly at him and tucked my arms in toward my boobs to make them shake while I masturbated more freely. My smile was disappearing, though, as I was now concentrating on my pleasuring.
I got a few more pre-orgasmic tremors and after one distinctly powerful one, I decided to lie back down on my blanket. I was glad I did as I was getting closer to orgasm and enjoying myself immensely. I usually close my eyes for my climax but wanted to see my businessman’s dark eyes again, so I lifted my head off the blanket, found his staring right back into mine. Without breaking his gaze, I fingered as long as I could, even trying not to cum, trying to make it last, eventually though, playing myself into an energetic exhibitionist fever and masturbating uninhibitedly to a wonderful on stage orgasm. As I climaxed, I broke his gaze and lifted my butt off the floor and straightened and tensed my legs. I held my breath instinctively for the pleasing effect it gives me and then, as I peaked, gave a long moan as I put all of my fingering energy into finishing her myself off. Returning to his gaze, I spread my pussy lips to hold his attention. He gave me a squint of his eyes and warm appreciative smile which I returned. I sat up, driving my legs into a near split in front of him, leaned in and gave him a kiss. I wondered if I’d see him again. I felt that I would, reason enough to perform here again.
I was spent so I settled back into the blanket, threw my arms behind my head and kept my legs open as I regained my breath. I lay there and listened to the men clapping and commenting.
I definitely learned that sharing an orgasm with an audience of men makes masturbating so much more exciting. So now when I masturbate alone, it’s ALWAYS to the fantasy of performing on stage!
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