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*Would you like to watch a real Texas Flight Attendant strip from her uniform and masturbate? Read my story of acting out my fantasy!*
*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.*
*I don’t have sex with my voyeurs although some guys do want it so, often, (maybe more than you might think) men will masturbate for me afterwards and then I get to watch them! It creates a nice bond between like minded people I think. The goodbye hug is more intimate plus nobody goes to bed horny!*
*I have three favorite things about watching a man masturbate for me – first is seeing him get himself hard, second, watching his balls tense up just before and during his squirting orgasm and, third, watching him tense up and then let loose, stroking fast right before he cums. I’m envious of that, I mean you can tell exactly when a man is about to cum and when he is cumming – not so easy with women (I orgasm in different ways).*
*Another part I like about a man masturbating for me is getting to be an exhibitionist myself. Men look at my nude body while they stroke since they are mostly visual when it comes to sex. Some men ask me to dance for them, which I love anyway and think I do well. Some just want me to stand or lie naked in front of them. Others are definitely ass men. Almost all men like it when I pull my pussy lips apart for them. I wait until I think they are pretty close to cumming and then spread them wider and unhood my pink pearl at the same time. I hold that pose until I see my performer’s beautiful white creamy stream. When I feel particularly sexual after watching a man cum, sometimes I masturbate a second time. It’s hard for me to reload in a short time as it takes longer and requires a lot more concentration, not to mention strong wrists! And the climax is different but it’s still wonderful and worth the effort!*
*As far as this exhibitionist goes, as long as someone is watching me, I get off to it. Even when I masturbate alone it’s to the fantasy of someone watching me! It’s not the usual woman’s romantic fantasizing that most women, from what I hear, use as their masturbation material. I know I’m different. It’s one reason I don’t seem to keep a permanent boyfriend! A boyfriend would have to be willing to share the exhibitionist side of me. Most guys aren’t and I understand that.*
*My After Hours Club Story*
*So I enjoy pleasuring myself for men – whether it’s for one friend, a group of friends, if it can be arranged, or someone I might meet on a layover. What I really enjoy, what I’ve done several times recently, and what this story is about, is to take my fantasy onto a small stage at a downtown After Hours Club that hosts an event for me. I guess you can say I’ve naturally graduated to it.*
*One of my male friends suggested I try performing my strip and masturbation show on stage. He said I was ready 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 this group of friends several times and that I really enjoyed it.*
*He said that I was pretty and natural and seemed genuine. His comment 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 offered, ‘You’re in for a treat!’*
*The manager said, ‘Well then, 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 too. We’ve never had any woman even ask about 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 and slipped it over my head. I sat on a table and took off my panties and sandals. He asked, ‘Can I get a neck down photo of you undressing?’*
*I said, ‘For your business files of course.’*
*He said, ‘Yes strictly business.’*
*We all laughed. I moved back to the sofa and started playing with myself. I got 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, but that I looked equally good shaved around my lips.*
*He said, ‘If I may offer, you do have an exquisitely nice looking pussy.’*
*I responded by 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 he had raised his eyebrows, I spread my labia apart like a butterfly opening it’s wings. With a smile, he leaned forward in his chair, saying, ‘Yes definitely exquisite.’*
*I changed my grip on my labia and with my fourth fingers, pulled the skin back from my clit and unhooded her showing her now erect and plump.*
*’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 gentleman 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, ‘Guys are going to love you!’*
*So after my first night on stage, the manager must have still liked me because he called to invite me back and now that I’ve done it several times, I’ve gotten more confident with each performance. It’s become another highlight of my week! What’s funny is after my most recent time on stage there, the manager asked me if I could coordinate my flying around some kind of fixed Club schedule. He whispered that his drink sales were higher and asked if I could just stay and mingle with the patrons, that my drinks would always be on the house and that he would provide an escort for protection from over friendly customers!*
*I answered him saying, ‘Can I get a good Margarita here?’*
*He said, ‘Yes, but I don’t think it will cool you off!’*
*We both laughed, I kissed him on the cheek and walked thirstily to the bar. I cheated and asked for a Tequila shot, my favorite. After it rushed to my head, I decided I would have one before going on stage the next time. It frees my fantasy mind. Hmmm it gave me an idea for something with a little more audience participation, something that, up until I did it, was just a fantasy but I’ll relate that to you in another story. Oh, and true to the manager’s word, in less than a minute a tall middle aged man introduced himself and said he would make sure there were only gentlemen in the Club.*
*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. They laugh when I come back in Spanish, which then really gets them going!)*
*There’s always military men, like my friend, who seem like boys away from home for the first time (and maybe they are) 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).*
*In fact, on my second night, during my performance, 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 and that he would like my performance. He surprised me so much I didn’t ask. Somehow the word got to him. He 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 (not my real one but mail order) down to just black heels. My second time there, I stripped from a French Maid outfit, for variety, but it’s just not me so I went back to being in my own skin as flight attendant and I’m going to stay that way! Either way, I know the audience could tell that I like performing because they say I smile a lot which is true. The Hispanic men have named me ‘Sonrisa’ which I like. And I also like that men smile back, or give an approving nod or just an encouraging thumbs up. In fact the only time I’m not smiling is when I’m concentrating on cumming but, after that? You can bet I’m all smiles, in between deep breaths!*
*So from my very first time, and being quite nervous that night, the exhibitionist in me loved the reaction I got when I continued the show I had planned and coordinated with the Club. It was after my striptease that 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 as was probably the shape of my butt.*
*I work out and run often (with a good sports bra), and really, I think the motivation comes from wanting to look as good as I can for my audience (read total exhibitionist) and I swear it makes my orgasms stronger although that could just be from being able to finger faster and longer. Plus I think tighter abs help don’t you?*
*Something else I do to make myself sexier is that I try to suntan in the afternoon at my condo’s pool the day I perform or the day before, if I’m not flying, to make defined lines around my breasts and pubes. 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 (another Latina thing I guess). I tweeze a little and trim her for length since my pubic hairs are naturally pretty long. I actually trim it less than I used to – to make them a little longer (I know – not trendy!) because it makes my patch darker which, I think, contrasts and frames her nicely with the light skin next to it going out across the tan lines onto my hips and tummy. I shave smooth from my clit down. I think I have a nice looking pussy, as pussies go, and hopefully you can tell from a photo I share later (sorry no spreads). And if the tips I get when I show her in more detail are any indication, I can tell that some 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 under and cupping my breasts on the way up. 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. With my eyes still closed, 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 (and yes it was harder…and very sensitive). 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 but my decision, even as a teen, to masturbate in the moment was one I’m so glad I made. I have a very active fantasy mind and, for whatever reason, I tend to cross the lines that most people probably don’t and for those that have, you understand the excitement that I’m talking about. When I have acted on my fantasies, I have been rewarded with more fantasies that keep me ahead of the acted out ones, if that makes any sense.*
*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 wasn’t going to be at home!*
*So what started as a finger tease meant for the audience was now tempting me to share more of myself. 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 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 there. I tried to right myself but my heels were not cooperating. I felt like a fashion show runway model that loses her balance and embarrassingly falls. I got so flustered I yanked my heels off and tossed them behind me. Now I did anything to avoid looking up at the peering eyes of a room full of men expecting me to be sexy and not clumsy. 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. I was just about to walk off when two guys came up on stage, held my arms to keep me from leaving, but more significantly they emotionally supported me. They told me over and over that it made me real, that they loved it and begged me to go on. They, and really the whole audience showed compassion and it changed it all for me. They were wonderful. The exhibitionist in me was getting something it craves, genuine positive attention. Now I was determined to give them the best show ever. When the music started in, I let my emotions drive me with a sexy passion.*
*So with tears wiped free and a still blushed face, I was handed my heels back and slipped them on and started dancing with renewed vigor, shaking my boobs the way men like as I made my way across the front of the stage. It felt great to be connected back with my viewers. 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. They were full of encouragement and my previous embarrassment turned to drive and I learned from it. I felt close to them and wanted to share the intimate exhibitionist side of me. I was going to masturbate for all of them but also for each one with all the sensuality I could feel permeating my mind and body.*
*After prancing happy and naked around the stage but wanting to make a closer connection with my entire audience and not just the guys in close, I walked down the steps at the side and started a slow progression towards the opposite side. The guys really liked it I could tell. I was giving hugs, receiving cheek kisses and compliments, not to mention the up and down glares of so many of them to which I responded with a teasing fun twirl or a shaking of my boobs. That exhibitionist thrill made my little off stage sojourn all worth it. I was lifted up onto a smaller table by some overzealous men so I took advantage of it and danced naked for them. I also made fingering masturbation teases as I stood in front of them. They reluctantly helped me down and I worked my way back to the stage. I received a few not unexpected friendly butt slaps as I climbed up the opposite side. I didn’t mind the men’s brief liberty with my butt but it reminded me of a time in Narita that I masturbated for some Japanese men.*
*It was in Narita where I learned that Japanese men like to touch. In America and Europe, men wouldn’t do that unless they ask but in Japan men’s attitudes are different. They figure if I’m going to strip naked, then I’m game for anything. The time I did it in the Narita Hilton in a room they reserved on the second floor, I finally gave up taking their hands off me. They acted like they were being cheated because I was tempting them by being very sexual and that I should know the ways of Japan. Accept it or go home. When I lye on a table to start to pull my Labia apart for them to see my pussy in more detail, it was like an automatic invitation for them to help and explore on their own. No one had ever done that much less a group of six men. I thought to myself, “Why go through the motions of showing them my pussy when it seems they really want to do it for themselves. So, and it’s the only time I did this but in frustration, I relaxed my arms behind my head and completely relaxed my body. It was like a swarm of hands overwhelmed my body all at once. My boobs were being massaged, my nipples rubbed and pinched and even being pulled up to lift my heavy breasts. I lifted my head and couldn’t believe the stretch in my nipples and the way my now pointy breasts swung back and forth as my nipples were being manipulated like string puppets. Men sure do like their titties don’t they? But my pussy was receiving even more attention. These Japanese men are so visual, more than most other men. My clit is rather prominent so I felt the skin of it’s hood being constantly pulled up which really brought her out I’m sure. Hands were apparently coordinated as at the same time, my labia were being pulled out at the same time I felt fingers around my vagina opening moving and stretching it in different ways. Now the humor in this was this intense conversation going on in Japanese. I had no idea what they were saying but they were like scientists doing a study of vaginas. I felt a finger curl up inside me as if it was in search of my G-spot which it found. Another finger starts to rub my exposed clit. It is already quite intense and I can’t help but make a little moan. The massaging of my tits and nipples adding to the overall pleasure. So I went to being frustrated by these Japanese men to letting them have their way with my body and masturbating me for me. I have to say they knew what they were doing because I was no longer able to relax. I was tense with the buildup toward orgasm which I reached in a most wonderful and powerful climax. Even though I knew we were in a hotel meeting room, I couldn’t help but let out a long half moan, half scream as I started to close my legs as I do when I’m cumming only to have them forced back open. After I came I collapsed back to the table thinking our sexual encounter was over but the study resumed, I suppose to explore a just orgasmed pussy.*
*Back in the Eleventh Hour Club in San Antonio and once again on stage having made the exceptional connection with my audience, it was now time to show them the real me! What did they think the real me was? What I figured they were expecting was for a local woman, an amateur, to act out her desire to strip on a stage for a bunch of guys. Not a bad night at the after hours club.*
*But that expectation changed for them when I stopped dancing and walked to the side of the stage where I had placed a small white First Class comforter, still wrapped in plastic. I also slipped on an old fashioned stewardess hat (I collect airline memorabilia) and returned to center stage, ripped the plastic off the blanket 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 as they were asking themselves what this crazy naked chick was about to do.*
*So I wasted no time in walking to the right side of the stage, my blanket in tow, to begin a sexual interaction with the men on that side. I knelt down on the blanket and took out from under my hat a garter belt that the manager had suggested I wear. He had said that the suggestion of a garter belt being placed on my thigh meant to the audience that I was going to do something special to earn their tips, whether they gave them or not. He was right and I was going to.*
*Because I had shared an embarrassing moment for me with them, making myself feel very vulnerable, the men engaged me, encouraging me to put it behind me and thanked me for staying. I knelt there on my blanket with my high heels removed and placed behind me, wearing nothing now but the garter belt and just talked to these guys like we were old friends. It felt perfect to me. These were strangers, which fulfills my fantasy, but at the same time, I was connected to them in a way that actually made me feel intimate. While they were talking to me, I gave them my sexiest poses, like going up on my knees but spreading them under me and raising my arms over my head and closing my eyes and holding it so they could study my body. I shook my boobs by moving from side to side rapidly. I know men like bouncing boobs as much as anything. I reached under my pussy and gave a subtle spread and pulled up on the skin over clit as I brought my hands back up to my breasts. I watched every eye lower with my right hand to see what it was going to reveal. I thought I detected expressions of surprise or maybe even amazement as I briefly exposed my prominent clit. I engage both hands and reached back down and revealed my clit again, still from a kneeling position. I held it and opened my knees farther out and sat back on my feet.*
*I was hearing more talk about my clit than usual, probably because of the connection I made with them. They felt free to express themselves to me and I welcomed it. The exhibitionist in me loved it. I decided to keep up their, and my, excitement and I pulled my feet out from under me and extended them forward and then wide and asked for the guys to hold them for me. More than enough men grabbed my legs and stretched them out wider than I would have on my own but it was nice to not have to hold them up in the air out in front of me the whole time. Now I showed them not only my clit but I spread my pussy open using my labia wings, held the pose briefly and started fingering. I would have revealed my pussy longer but I still wanted intimacy with them and masturbating in front of them, I think, is very intimate. Besides, I stopped occasionally and unhooded my clit and spread open my vagina using my labia and then returned to more intensely finger myself. I was feeling too good too soon and I wanted more men to see me up close so I got up moved my blanket a few feet to my right and started in again. When I went to get up a second time. I was told to stay down and my blanket was being pulled with me on it to more men waiting to see me masturbate and spread. So I fingered and exposed non stop as I was now on this human powered stage conveyor belt being delivered to new eyes.*
*I barely made it to the end before I came but what I did instead of cumming in front of a small group of guys I stood up and went to center stage in, now in just bare feet, I parted them and fingered intensely to get back to that wonderful feeling where I know I’m going to cu m in a small matter of time. I was starting to buckle with some pre orgasmic shudders. Knowing what happened earlier, I must have given a worried look to some guys because two men came up and stood on either side of me. Now I was free to fast finger myself to orgasm, my typical method and it makes my boobs jiggle which men tell me they love.*
*I came hard and let the men hold me up as my knees where failing me. I think they were shaking a bit with my finale of fingering and climax. I turned toward one man and put my arms over his shoulders and around his neck. He in turn held me up with his hand around my chest to my back. I had the strangest feeling, a most intimate one, that he and I had just made love. I wanted to kiss him and almost did. I think it would have looked weird or maybe even fake so I resisted.*
*So you can see with such positive and varied masturbation experiences that I am always excited to perform my strip and masturbation show in the not too distant future. Who knows, maybe we will meet up someday and I’ll ask you do indulge me!*
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