[Str8] [FM] Exhibitionist Flight Attendant Acts Out Her Public Masturbation Fantasy at an Austin Swinger’s Club

As a flight attendant and exhibitionist, I take advantage of my travels to find men willing to indulge me in my fantasy of dancing and stripping nude from my flight attendant uniform and then masturbating to orgasm. It could be for a male flight attendant or pilot on my crew, someone on the hotel staff or even as wild as entertaining in the cockpit on a long all-nighter to Europe. As long as someone is watching me, I get off to it.

Before I got hired by an airline, I used to fantasize about traveling and meeting men to watch me masturbate. It could be to the many cities my airline flew and it could be done anonymously with perfect strangers, which was my ideal fantasy. The world was going to become my exhibitionist playground.

When I got hired by an airline, I didn’t pursue my fantasies right away though. It took me time to get to know the layovers and find out where good places were to find interested men. Eventually, though, I worked up the nerve but kept it close to home by masturbating for my two pilots. I did it at night while lying in a hammock on the hotel grounds of our Belize resort layover. I found the flames of the Tiki Torch on my nude body to be very arousing giving me an almost primal connection to my sexuality. I was both excited and nervous. It took me a long time to reach orgasm but it was worth it just to show myself that I could do it.

I was much more at ease on our next Belize layover where I again masturbated for the same two pilots. This time we were at the hotel’s rooftop swimming pool late in the evening after dinner sipping on Mai Tai’s in plastic cups. When the last person left, I slipped into the water and untied the neck and back strings of my bikini top and the side strings of the bottom and casually swam out of them. The pool lighting was romantically dim so my pilots were unaware that I was naked which added an element of excitement.

I swam to the ladder and got out but acted like everything was normal as I walked to the foot of my lounge chair and dried my body and hair with my towel while standing in front of them. I pretended to be alone and watched them only peripherally as I spread my towel out, relaxed on my back and provocatively placed my legs over each side of the chair. I closed my eyes and imagined them looking at my wet naked body. It was fantasy turned reality and it stirred the exhibitionist in me with the familiar and all-consuming urge to masturbate which, for my pilots, meant that there was a 100 percent chance that they were going to see me finger myself to orgasm.

So I played with my pubic patch landing strip and then different parts of my pussy until my clit demanded all of my attention. As I fingered more intently, my pilots, to affect a better view, moved to the foot of their chairs to watch me masturbate. One thing I distinctly remember about that night was smiling almost the whole time I was masturbating – not something most people do I’m sure but I was so happy to be doing it for the second time in two weeks after such a long drought. This time I climaxed easily to a warm rushing tropical orgasm.

Some of my other favorite layover masturbation experiences are:

Masturbating for twelve German high school soccer players that I met in a local park where they were practicing and I was jogging. I had stopped for a drink of water and wound up watching them. They were friendly and invited me to go with them to a Biergarten, always fun on a late afternoon in Frankfurt.

I was wearing short running shorts and a tight sports bra and felt a lot of eyes on me as we walked across the street. After two cold refreshing Pilsners and the resulting beer buzz, I asked them if they would like to see a sexier side of me although I didn’t know where I could do it. I’d already told them I was a flight attendant on a layover and I think they liked that. But they gave me a hard time and accused me of teasing but I told them I was serious and would prove it if I could.

A couple of them had a private conversation and then one of the boys invited (read challenged) me to continue drinking with them at his family’s summer cottage down by the Main River.

It was a simple little cabin with a big flower and vegetable garden in the fenced back yard illuminated with long crisscrossed strings of white lights. It was an exciting setting for me, far from Texas for sure, and before their next beer was finished they were demanding that I make good on my word.

Not being one to miss a prime opportunity and already very much in an exhibitionist mood, I directed them to sit at a picnic table on an extended patio out from the cottage and danced in front of them to the distant sound of a neighbor’s radio and stripped from my shorts, bra and panties leaving only my running shoes.

The look of surprise on their faces when I first took off my running shorts was priceless but the stunned silence after I stripped from my bra and panties was even better. It felt great to be free and naked in front of a dozen German high school boys, their lust-filled gazes traversing up and down my body. I think they liked the way my tan lines accented my breasts and landing strip. All the attention made me really want to masturbate so I asked for a blanket that a boy brought out and helped me spread atop the picnic table.

So on a Friday night in Frankfurt, Germany, enveloped in the cool misty air of the Main River, I climbed onto the table surrounded by boys on both sides and fingered myself to a ‘Wunderbar’ orgasm.

One of the boldest exhibitionist experiences I had was stripping naked and fingering to orgasm on stage at Scores Gentlemen’s Club in Tampa on Amateur Strip Night. It was something I’d been fantasizing about ever since I saw their Amateur Contest advertised on the marquee that we see on our way from the airport to our hotel.

I purchased pink VS lingerie and finally got up the nerve. I flew a Tampa trip and went there with a supportive male flight attendant and entered. I danced and stripped from my lingerie to a large crowd of rowdy men. When I was nude, except for my white thigh-high stockings and white heels, I pranced back and forth along the stage and then picked a spot, laid down, and raised and parted my legs like a good stripper. Then I put my hands behind my neck and soaked in the perfect exhibitionist moment as men peered in.

Then to more cheers, I reached down and pinched and pulled my labia out like new butterfly wings and unhooded my clit to give a more intimate view of the pink wings of my pussy lips and the already excited walls of my vagina. I was in exhibitionist heaven with all the dirty talk and compliments on my willingness to openly share my body. It set the stage perfectly for me as I acted out my fantasy and fingered myself to a wonderful orgasm for a great crowd, the most men I have ever masturbated for.

All of my wonderful layover experiences led me to try something closer to home. A male friend of mine that owns a machine shop in the industrial park north of the San Antonio airport called and asked if I’d be willing to do something sexy for him and some of his employees after work on a Friday night. It would be like a party, he said, with food and drink. And there would be music for me to dance to.

When I started flying, I used my time away from home to act out and fulfill my masturbation fantasy but now my friend, Gary, was offering something very unique and it was right here in my hometown.

I first met Gary at the fitness club where we both work out. As a side note, it was through Gary that I met my current husband. So after several conversations with him, I found out that he was in a frustrating marriage but didn’t believe in divorce and wasn’t going to resort to an affair. I liked him so when he asked if we could be friends, I told him I’d be glad to. We wound up working out together every week and hit it off pretty quickly and because our relationship was a safe one, we talked openly about our lives. He told me about his frustration with a lack of sex at home and I revealed my exhibitionist quirk and how it affected my ability to stay in long term relationships.

I could tell the poor man was sex-starved because when I told him about my masturbation fantasy, it was all he wanted to talk about. He was only half-joking when he said that talking about sex was as close as he was going to come to the real thing and that masturbating for him was something his wife would never consider.

I genuinely felt sorry for Gary so when he asked if I would consider doing something sexy for some guys at his machine shop, I told him sincerely that I would have done it just for him but that since he was asking, I would do it for his guests too. He laughed and gave me a spontaneous hug and kiss on the cheek and told me I was the best thing that’s happened to him all year. Making someone’s day is nice but making their year? Now that’s a compliment!

So in two weeks, I entertained him and his friends at the very unique venue of his machine shop. The funny thing about it was that his idea of music came from a decades-old cassette player.

When Gary and I met for our next workout, he told me how impressed he and his friends were with my performance and said they told him to plead if necessary to get me to come back. Well he didn’t have to plead too hard and I did it again about a month later on the weekend following the Fourth of July for his same friends and a few others he invited.

About a month after that, Gary asked me if I would go with him to a swingers club near Austin called Colette saying he thought it would be perfect for the exhibitionist in me. He told me that he’d taken his wife there one time in a desperate attempt to spark some sexual interest in their marriage but their visit lasted all of twenty uncomfortable minutes.

So in an abundance of curiosity, I looked it up and decided I wanted to go on their Friday Stiletto and Stockings night. I wore the same pink VS lingerie with white frilly trim that I wore in the Tampa strip contest along with the white stockings and heels under a cute coat that tied at the waist and just covered my skirt and revealed ample cleavage at the top.

I remember the valet’s reaction to my outfit as he opened my door and voiced a very enthusiastic, “Welcome to Colette’s young lady.” It was a little exhibitionist moment and a warm-up for what awaited me inside.

What I hadn’t foreseen and what put me at ease in this new environment was being able to talk openly to people, who were otherwise strangers, about my exhibitionist fantasies. Everyone I talked to including the women wanted to hear all about the things that most sexually excited me. I got very aroused, openly describing what I liked to do, how I loved men’s eyes on me as I stripped naked and masturbated. The exhibitionist vibes I was feeling were unbelievably pleasant. I was the character, Alice, in exhibitionist wonderland and there was no place in the world I would rather have been.

Being prodded by men and women alike to show off my outfit, I unbuttoned my coat to show the VS lingerie I wore underneath gaining their robust approval. The women were especially complimenting and seemed just as interested in my masturbation fantasy as well. Looking back, I think that they were envious of my passion for it.

I was invited into one of the rooms with a bar and couches and a small stage. I took off my coat to show off my lingerie and stockings. I was asked to talk in more detail about my masturbation fantasy to a gathering group of men as well as women. The sexual energy I felt, combined with a liberating shot of Tequila, prompted me to spontaneously take off my panties under my very short pink skirt. I performed several teasing twirls to show my tan line framed landing strip. They urged me to spin more which I did for a short period but got dizzy and plopped down on a couch squeezing between two guys. With my exhibitionism now fully engaged, I relaxed my legs naturally apart attracting the attention of several men that sat on the opposite couch.

Someone asked me, “What would it take for you to act out your fantasy tonight. I mean what are you hoping to get out of your first experience here at Colette’s?”

I said, “Probably one more shot of Tequila.”

One of the guys came back with two shot glasses of the golden liquid. I looked at him inquisitively and he jokingly quipped, “Insurance.”

I took a few sips of what has always been the elixir that releases my fantasy mind. Then I lifted my legs over the knees of the guys on either side of me as I scooted my butt to the edge of the couch which stretched my thighs wider apart. Then I lifted my pink skirt above my neatly trimmed landing strip that was framed by fresh tan lines.

I couldn’t believe how easily this opportunity had come about. Here I was in fantasy land with all night to indulge myself. It was surreal and I had to actually fight off feelings that it wasn’t a dream I was going to wake from any minute. It gave me a sense of urgency.

I heard myself thinking, “You better take advantage of this before you wake up.”

But then I reassured myself, “No. This is real. They want you to show them more. Enjoy it. No regrets.”

I have to say that my Colette’s experience was unique. While I lightly teased my clit, I explained to my new friends what excited me the most and why. I said that when I’m being watched masturbating, it fills a hole that I feel inside, almost like loneliness. The Tequila loosened my tongue and I even told them that my father, who I was very close to, suddenly abandoned our family when I was nine. Then I apologized for getting sidetracked and personal but everyone was very cool with it and asked what they could do to help.

I said, “You’re already doing it. You’re giving me the attention that I crave. It makes me want to share this more intimate side of me.”

With that theme established, I leaned forward, reached behind my back, unhooked my lingerie bra and slid it down my arms and handed it to the man on my right. It felt good to have my breast free. I liked the way they stood out in the soft light enhanced by my bikini tan lines. Then I moved my left leg to next to my right, lifted my butt and slipped the little skirt off and handed it to the man on my left. I kept my white heels and stockings on and returned my legs across the men’s knees.

Their compliments on how sexy I looked in that pose were as good as I’d ever received. It was wonderful really. I felt beautiful and desirable with so many people giving me their attention.

I began a playful interaction between my fingers and parts of my pussy. I started by pulling on my labia in different ways and letting them snap-back. It felt good and it was fun. I smiled almost nonstop. I think my audience enjoyed it too and they returned my smiles.

Speaking of audience, I hadn’t noticed at first but after I took off my bra and skirt, more people, mostly guys but some women too were starting to stand behind the couch in front of me or sit on the armrests. They were carrying on little conversations as they watched me. I wanted so bad to know what they were saying. I asked a couple sitting nearby what they were talking about. I was very hot to know.

The woman said, “My husband was just telling me that, besides mine of course, you have the most exquisite pussy he has ever seen. And if you don’t mind my saying, your labia are just the right size if there is such a thing. You were definitely getting my husband’s attention with the way you were pulling on them. You’re fun to look at, Yvonne. I can see these men are all hot for you and I think a couple of ladies as well.”

She leaned in closer, “My husband has a clit fetish if any man ever did and thinks yours is beautiful. He’ll die a happy man if you can indulge him and bring it out?”

I said, “Thank you for saying all that. Tell your husband this is for him.”

I used two fingers and pulled up on the skin above my clit and unhooded it and used my other fingers to pull my labia apart to which her husband responded, “Beautiful, just beautiful. Amazing clit.”

I got really horny hearing him say that as well as watching other people gather in closer. I started masturbating earnestly, almost as if it was the next normal thing to do. I formed a ‘V’ with two fingers of my left hand and used them to separate my labia, which opens my vagina and at the same time keeps my clit unhooded for direct finger play using only an extended middle finger of my right hand. I do that because not only does it feel good but as an exhibitionist, I want men to be able to see my pussy, and my rather prominent clit, as it builds toward a climax.

I accelerated my pace by fingering rapidly back and forth and up and down my clit. I’ll never forget what Stan’s wife said about what he liked about the way my labia lips flapped back and forth hitting each other at the sides  –  that it would be a sight in slow motion. I just smiled and fingered faster!

Before I closed my eyes to work towards orgasm, I noticed that even more people had come over. Guys on the couch across from me were leaning in just a few feet from my masturbation show. Knowing that guys like bouncing boobs, I brought my arms in to press my breasts together causing them to jiggle in rhythm to my fingering. I became totally focused on making myself cum as they verbally encouraged me.

“Don’t stop Yvonne.”

“Masturbate for us.”

“Show us how you cum.”

“Gorgeous. Just gorgeous. Beautiful pussy play.”

My pussy was ultra-sensitive and telling me that this climax was going to be special. I took it to heart and fast-fingered my clit into an explosive orgasm that caused my back to arch in repeated jerking motions, my butt lifting with each spasm, as my pussy commanded hot waves of adrenaline to shoot through my neck and swirl in my head. At the same time, a glorious rush of tingling heat filled my pussy and overflowed down my thighs and into my abdomen and breasts, my nipples further hardening in response. Realizing that my breathing had been suspended well into my orgasm, I gasped for air to refill my lungs.

When I opened my eyes, everyone was just staring at me with awed expressions. Then some of them actually started clapping. I could have been embarrassed at what my body just did but instead I started smiling. Then my smile turned to laughter and they joined in with me. I was in heaven and didn’t want to leave.

I leaned back and draped my arms over the shoulders of the guys on either side of me keeping my legs propped over their thighs and savored the final moments of exhibitionism by showing my freshly climaxed and very sated, still tingling pussy.

In between breaths I said, “Wow! That felt soooo good. I sure didn’t plan that orgasmic display. I’m kind of embarrassed. I hope it wasn’t too much. It’s like my orgasms are both an in and out of body experience.”

I’ll never forget the compliment one man gave when he said that what I did was the “epitome of sexuality”. I have actually since masturbated to hearing him say that which you may think is weird but which for me feeds an exhibitionist craving.

Before we left, my friend, Gary, and I sat at the main bar for a final drink where several people came up to us and told me that what I did was one of the most erotic things they’d seen at Colette. We were asked when we’d be back.

Our evening got a cherry on top when the bartender said our drinks were compliments of the management and handed my friend an envelope with free drink chits.

He said, “We hope to see you back.”

Gary said to me as we walked to the valet stand, “I take it you got a good review.”

Looking back at that special Friday night at Colette’s in Austin, I’m still not sure it wasn’t all just a dream. Either way it’s one I intend to revisit.

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