Exhibitionist Stewardess Will Strip From Her Uniform and Masturbate to Orgasm While You Watch

​

________________________________MY EXHIBITIONIST MASTURBATION FANTASY_________________________

I am a real flight attendant for a Major US Airline but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am an admitted exhibitionist, addicted really. As a flight attendant, I take advantage of my travels to find men willing to indulge me. When I finally got up the nerve, I started out masturbating for male flight attendants and pilots on my crew. Then I got bolder and befriended a hotel bartender over the course of several Seattle layovers and stripped and masturbated for him after he got off work one night. But now I am drawn to the excitement of performing for total strangers, that is, men that I meet at my layover hotel or maybe even a nearby bar or nightclub.

I think men like the idea of a sexy stewardess performing a striptease so my outfit of choice is my actual flight attendant uniform. I feel sexy wearing it as I walk through the airport with my black heels and a shorter than normal skirt and on the airplane by bending forward in teasing ways to show off my cleavage enhanced by a lacy push-up bra.

But my exhibitionism reaches pure exhilaration when I am stripping from my uniform for a complete stranger, usually in his hotel room, or maybe even a group of strangers in a large private suite like I did on a Las Vegas layover one time. Another reason I like stripping from my uniform is a practical one in that I already have it with me on my trip so I don’t have to think of something else to pack.

I usually act out my fantasy at my layover hotel but some of my most memorable times have been chance opportunities outside the hotel.

For example, one really unbelievable experience I had was when I met a group of high school senior soccer players in a park where I was jogging on a Frankfurt layover. I stopped to get a drink of water and wound up watching them. After their practice and some friendly conversation, they invited me to go with them to a Biergarten and, after a couple of beers, I told them about my fantasy. They didn’t believe me and accused me of teasing. I wondered if any of them had ever watched a girl masturbate to orgasm, so I asked and only two said they had, so I told them if they could find a good place, I would do it for them. I loved their reaction with a quick conferring of minds. One of the boys spoke for all and invited me to go with them to his family’s small summer cottage down by the Main River. It was a perfect setting with suspended white party lights crisscrossing a small backyard and garden where I danced and stripped from my running clothes and while lying on top of a blanket-covered picnic table, I masturbated to orgasm.

Performing naked in front of twelve high school soccer players was by far the most exciting exhibitionist experience I’d had as a flight attendant. I remember thinking when we were on the train going to the summer cottage about how serendipitously I had come into this and that it looked like it was really about to happen.

Afterward, back in my hotel room with my fantasy mind completely sated, I reflected on my evening and wondered if maybe I had just gotten lucky and this kind of opportunity would be rare. Either way, I thought, I knew I had the motivation to create more.

My most daring and fantasy fulfilling adventure is in Amsterdam, my favorite layover city because of its liberal attitudes on sex. I have a helpful friend that made a special arrangement with a sex shop owner for me to work in his picture window in the De Wallen section of the Red Light District. It’s on Saturday nights which works well for me because I can only hold the trip on weekends anyway.

This particular shop owner is more than willing to host me because he says the regular girls are not very motivated to work an hour-long shift on public display but which, for me, is the most exhilarating exhibitionist act I can think of plus he says he gets more walk-ins when I’m in the window, the kind of compliment the exhibitionist in me thrives on.

I enter the small room with the big picture window facing the sidewalk wearing lingerie with thigh high stockings and a Mardi Gras Style feathery mask that hides just enough of my face to allow me to anonymously act out my fantasy of stripping and masturbating for strangers which, in this case, are mostly male British tourists over for the weekend. It’s an hour of bliss for me as men stop and watch me from the other side of the glass as I dance in a sexy Latina style with my hands holding my hair above my head and strip to nude leaving only my heels and stockings.

The shop owner tells me that visitors compliment him on his particular selection of Saturday night girls. I stand out, for one, because I smile a lot which makes me somewhat unique compared to other mostly bored sex shop girls. Another way I stand out is by having tan lines that highlight my breasts and dark landing strip pubic patch which I think looks good in the glow of the red lighting. And tan lines are something you rarely see on the picture window girls.

He says visiting men are disappointed when he tells them I only work the window – meaning I’m not actually a working girl although, I have to say, he has tried hard to convince me.

“You’re already here on a layover and I’m offering you a great way to spend it.”

” Men would pay a lot to be with you.”

Then he quotes a tempting amount of Euros for not a lot of work. The part that both scares and excites me is that just the suggestion of playing a legal prostitute for a night activates that part of my fantasy mind that all too easily crosses the line but so far I haven’t done it. I do admit, though, that when I’m masturbating in the picture window, I fantasize about what it would be like having sex with multiple strangers on my one night in Amsterdam.

So after dancing and posing nude for the tourist passerby, I keep their attention by leaning back in a chair that I pull up to the window and watch men’s lustful gaze between my legs as I slowly part them. I love the reaction I get when I continue by hooking my legs over the armrests of the chair showing my pussy to them for the first time, my clit peeking out from under its hood, and then more pink as my labia separate and my vagina opens. It’s all smiles for me.

If cameras were allowed, this is when they’d get them out but I like that the tourists will have to euphorically recall their experience with me and hopefully masturbate to the thought of me doing the same for them.

It’s funny seeing men shaking their heads yes or giving thumbs-up signs when I pinch my labia between my fingers and pull them straight out but keep them together. But after a teasing moment I try not to disappoint them.

Eventually, I’m ready to complete my exhibitionist hour by publicly fingering to orgasm either in the chair or in a chaise lounge that occupies a wall in the tiny room although, on my last layover, I finished myself off while standing up close to the window while looking into the eyes of the men watching me as I climaxed which was extremely erotic for me, almost intimate, and something I think they also enjoyed. The hard part about that was keeping my eyes open and preventing my knees from buckling during a very intense orgasm. But standing, sitting or reclining, I climax easily thinking of men desiring me or those that will later get off to thinking of me masturbating.

So, really, other than Amsterdam and a few other cities, it’s most likely that I will meet a man or maybe even a group of men sitting at the bar or a table in the hotel lobby bar. When the conversation allows, I reveal my fantasy of having men watch me strip nude from my uniform but I don’t say anything about masturbating. I want it to be an erotic and welcome surprise.

In the arranged hotel room, I ask my guest or guests to leave a corner of the bed available for me after I strip which is where I hope to both surprise and impress them. Plus when I just mention that I’ll need the bed, it further piques their interest.

So after my flight attendant striptease to nude, I do what men have told me they like which is dance naked for them, wearing just my black heels but men have told me they also like the sexy look of thigh high stockings so I now wear them with my work uniform rather than the uncomfortable and not sexy pantyhose. I also love to dance nude for men. I do it in a sexy Latina style holding my hair loosely on top of my head. Dancing is a way that I express my sexuality and it’s the perfect segue for the intimate interaction I will have with my body afterward.

I lie back on the bed corner, my breathing quickened from the dancing, and rest my arms above my head and close my eyes to let my fantasy mind catch up and soak in the fact that I am living a fantasy in real-time. Then I nonchalantly place my legs on either side of the bed corner to give a more detailed view of what has so far been only my tan line framed landing strip.

While I’m relaxing with my legs parted, I might enjoy an erotic conversation while my nude body is being studied, the exhibitionist in me getting off to baring all for total strangers. If I sense they want to see more, I indulge them and straighten and raise my legs off the bed and let gravity spread them apart like a good stripper. Then I use my fingers to unhood my rather prominent clit, which men often comment on, and pinch and pull my labia apart. This is a nastier side of me that I think surprises men but that I also think they either secretly or openly desire. But the best part for me as an exhibitionist is what follows.

Depending on how I think my audience might enjoy me masturbating, I might keep my legs provocatively raised and spread maybe placing them in the hands of two men willing to hold them for me while I finger myself. Or I might lie in the middle of the bed, resting my head on someone’s lap, and ask him to pull up on my nipples to lift my breasts and jiggle them while I masturbate which, if I had four hands, I’d be doing myself because of the wonderful chills it sends to my clit not to mention the OMG orgasm it gives me.

One time on a Belize layover, I got the idea to ask two men to pull on and stretch my labia while I masturbated. I climaxed easily. This personal interaction with the men watching me makes my masturbation experience with total strangers paradoxically intimate. Plus I think men like being a little involved.

I like to use just the extended middle finger of my right hand to delicately finger my clit while forming a ‘V’ with my left hand. I use it to pull the skin up and unhood my clit while spreading my labia to share with my guests an unobstructed and intimate view of my pussy as it builds towards climax.

I occasionally stop masturbating to show my increasingly excited clit and contracting pussy by pulling my labia out, and sometimes, just for fun, opening and closing them like butterfly wings. The pause also gives my pussy a longer build-up which rewards me with an even more intense and pleasurable orgasm, one that I immensely enjoy sharing.

To make my masturbation show more complete, I include my boobs by tucking my arms in close which presses them together and makes them jiggle in rhythm to my fast fingering finale. I want my guest to remember my masturbation show well after I have returned to my room.

I started as a flight attendant at a small regional airline in the month I turned nineteen but kept my exhibitionist desires contained. Two years later I was hired by the major airline I now fly for.

As I got comfortable with my layover surroundings in certain cities, especially Seattle where I flew a lot of my first trips, I allowed myself to be open to indulging my exhibitionist fantasies beyond masturbating for male crew members. Then after my fantasy fulfilling hotel bartender experience, it became just a matter of time before I ventured further. With my bartender friend’s help and an introduction, my first layover experience with a total stranger was with an older gentleman from a certain California tech company that puts their visiting employees up at the same downtown hotel, the Renaissance on Fifth Street.

Being divorced and not in a relationship at the time, he was very complimentary and appreciative. He asked me to stay for drinks and room service afterward where we talked about our sexual fantasies. He seemed to completely understand my exhibitionism and offered to introduce me to another man, another divorced friend of his from the same company, that he was sure would enjoy watching me.

After that, things progressed unbelievably well. In just a matter of three months, I got to know more of the road warrior techies, men that were looking to do something different away from their hometown routine and do it anonymously. In other words, we were a perfect match and I was in exhibitionist heaven and masturbating for men on every layover and sometimes for two or three, or, like one special time, at least a dozen.

On that memorable occasion, I was invited to their reserved conference room after their meeting ended and a new bar had been set up and the “Meeting in Progress. Do Not Disturb” sign was left hanging outside the door. Two of my techie friends arranged for me to appear but, unknown to me, did not tell their associates that a flight attendant would be arriving to do more than serve drinks!

They only told them that they would want to stick around for special entertainment. The reaction I got when I first walked in was mixed. I think some of them thought I was a friend of the guy that escorted me in. Others may have thought I was working part-time for extra money. But after I was introduced as a special guest invited by two of the techies, I was very warmly received and was served my fantasy releasing elixir, a shot of Tequila.

I sensed a growing alcohol influenced sexual energy in the room as I was the only female and one dressed in a flight attendant uniform with a shorter than normal skirt that I hemmed up and keep in my travel bag and thigh-high lacey stockings.

Being techies, they managed to play music over the PA speakers on stands and placed them on either side of a small dance floor. I was told to expect that by one of my friends so when the music started, I excused myself from my conversation and moved to the small dance floor. My fantasy mind was already racing ahead. To act on it, I asked for another shot of Tequila and feeling its rush, I went back to the dance floor, closed my eyes and, started a very sensual dance with one arm above my head holding my hair up and one hand unbuttoning my blouse.

The reaction was wonderful and without going into too much detail, you can imagine what it felt like for me and what it looked like to these men to watch an unknown pretty flight attendant strip from her blouse and skirt and then her bra and panties leaving only her black heels and thigh highs stockings. I had great tan lines from a Honolulu layover and got a lot of compliments afterward on the way they accented my breasts and dark landing strip. Dancing nude is like self foreplay and leads me in only one direction and that is to masturbate. And when I masturbate, it’s not for show. It’s to achieve orgasm.

When I perform in a hotel room, I lie on a bed or recline in a chair but the chairs in the conference room didn’t seem right and a table would be hard and uncomfortable so I did something for only the second time in front of men which was to masturbate while standing.

I moved forward onto the carpet, stood erect and placed my heels farther apart, closed my eyes and put my left arm above my head and glided my right hand down my abdomen and over my pubic patch landing strip and then extending my middle finger, flaring the others out, like a ballerina’s hand, and delicately flicked over my clit. I took my time and enjoyed this wonderful and rare exhibitionist opportunity. I kept my eyes closed for a more sensual picture but did sneak peeks to see their reactions. I couldn’t help but smile.

In little time, I was masturbating with purpose and got a preorgasmic spasm, which, when lying down is no problem but it buckled my knees and I just caught myself. I felt embarrassed but the men actually seemed to love it and encouraged me to continue. Eventually, I quickened my pace anticipating an exceptional orgasm and when I came, I did everything I could in that moment not to collapse but my orgasm was so strong that I wound up on my knees, arching backward and fingering like crazy to reap the sweet remnants of my orgasm.

After I came and was given a kind hand up from the floor, I was going to get dressed but several of them practically pleaded with me not only to stay but to not get dressed. I thought “Why not?” I compromised and put my stockings and heels back on along with wearing my blouse open in the front. Mingling with these bright men while being fashionably nude was the topper to an already unbelievable evening.

Many of them complimented me saying things about my tan lines, my landing strip, and even my ass. In one conversation, I quipped “Then you should see my pussy.” I half giggled but one man took his jacket from the back of a chair, laid it out on the table, and motioned for me to lie on it.

He said, ‘We’re ready when you are,” and helped me up and angled two chairs out for a footrest. When I laid back and spread my legs, there was an immediate response as the men gathered to watch me. Excitedly, I pulled my labia out and unhooded my rather prominent clit. I got really horny hearing them talk about my ‘amazing’ clit when I showed them how I could make it go in little circles, first one way and then back. I wound up masturbating again but more casually until I realized I was going to be able to cum again.

I felt an overwhelming pleasurable rush emanate from my clit and, seemingly on their own, my legs raised up off the chairs and went full split above me, further exposing my pussy and now my puckered ass.

Then I fast-fingered through my orgasm, holding my arms in close to raise my breasts so that they jiggled in rhythm. Completely sated, I relaxed my legs down on to the chairs, closed my eyes, and posed my post-orgasmic pussy by pulling my labia apart and savored being studied by all those men as I laid there.

Although I tried not to show my shock, I’m sure my expression belied me when I opened my eyes and looked up and saw a man in a hotel serving jacket with a name tag on it standing right in with a couple of other men. I guessed he would have quite a story to tell!

So after a frustratingly long two-year drought, I was once again acting out my masturbation fantasy and celebrating my favorite orgasms. I felt like a new person and just laughed when other flight attendants would ask me why I was so cheery.

So if you’re like me, you know that the orgasm you can have while acting out an exhibitionist fantasy is incomparable to any other which is why on my airline layovers, my goal is to find a man, or even a group of men if I can arrange it, to watch me strip and finger myself to orgasm.

So keep an eye out for me when you ‘Fly The Friendly Skies’. Who knows where a suggestive wink will lead. You could get a sexy striptease from a pretty Latina flight attendant who, after an erotic nude dance, will lie back, spread her legs and use her fingers to show you an unhooded view of her puffy, erect clit before sensually fingering it to orgasm.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/gncb1h/exhibitionist_stewardess_will_strip_from_her