*Before you waste your time scouring my post history, this is about a Redditor’s IRL experience, but it is NOT mine. I’m just telling the (multi-part) true story!*
Everyone asks me, “why do you do it?”
There are a lot of answers to that question. It’s complex. Why do I show myself off to complete strangers? Some people think that I’m hungry for a good fuck. Maybe? But that’s definitely not it. Others say it’s because I have a compulsion. They think that I’ve got this deep desire within myself that can’t be sated by regular sex and a normal life, but that’s even farther from the mark.
I just—like it. It’s not a need. It’s not a cry for attention. I just do it because I can.
There’s also this sensuality in displaying yourself for strangers on the internet. Something about knowing that I’m gonna help some lonely guy get his rocks off is definitely hot. What can I say? I’ve always been giving. That said, the exhibitionism doesn’t stop with strangers on Reddit.
Ever heard of the pizza challenge? God, it was so fucking hot. If you haven’t, the premise is—you order a pizza and then answer the door naked. The pizza delivery guy gets a show. I get wet. Everyone is happy.
The real irony of exhibitionism is that many people *think* they know what they’d do if a busty twenty-year-old stripped for them. A lot of guys like to pretend they’re hot shit. Everyone thinks they’re a stallion. Most people, though, simply aren’t.
I’ve been caught in the act a bunch of times. It’s not like I throw myself at them when they catch me, but I’m always curious what *they’ll* do. Most just give a thumbs up, or laugh, look away, or do a vulgar cat call, but none have ever actually approached me, dick in hand.
I know that I choose safe locations to flash at, and if I were to pick a tougher neighborhood, I’d likely bite off more than I could chew. Even so, I’ve realized something. There seems to be a subconscious societal limit that most men don’t even know they have.
When I invited the pizza guy in, he enthusiastically accepted. Funny thing about me is: even I wasn’t sure how far I’d let the guy go. He was innocent and sweet. The dude looked extremely nervous. I sat down on the couch with him and asked if he’d ever heard of the challenge. He said yes and that he was totally cool with me showing off the pictures we took online. I asked if he wanted to feel my tits. His eyes lit up like it was Christmas.
My heart was racing as he reached out. He felt them as a man who was clearly inexperienced, but eager to learn. He groped me, and quickly reached out with his other hand without asking. I gasped. I bit my lip.
“You like it?” I asked.
“So—soft!” he giggled.
He flicked my nipple and it hardened. I leaned toward him.
“Wanna feel my pussy, too?”
I could hear red-alert sirens wailing in his head. The PC culture had ruined implicit spontaneity. I clarified so that he didn’t have an aneurism.
“You can rub me, or finger me, really—do whatever. Just have fun.”
He reached out. It was finally happening. I was going to get fingered by a guy I just met. His boner was tenting against his black khaki pants. I thought about reaching out for it, but this was his show. I needed to know *his* limit. I just eyed it, begging for it.
He inched closer and closer. I crawled toward him. He continued to fondle my breasts and I sighed, moaning in pleasure.
“I can’t,” he broke off.
I exhaled in exasperation. I mean, I wasn’t going to fuck him. I don’t think I would have, anyway, but I sure would have given him a handy to remember. I sat back on my knees, and he darted his eyes nervously around the room, like he expected Chris Hansen from Dateline to jump out and this was “To Catch a Predator.”
“Hey, hey!” I laughed, trying to look into his eyes. “Did you at least have fun?”
“Holy shit, yeah!” he blurted, standing to his feet.
*Oh,* I thought, noticing the slight wet spot in his pants. He’d either busted early or lost his erection. Either one is mortifying for a guy. The funny thing is, for women, we don’t really give a shit. Give me ten minutes and I’ll have you back at attention, pizza dude!
He thanked me, whispering something about sexiest delivery ever and how he’d totally have done more another day. I was thinking—*then fucking do it, man!* I sighed as I waved goodbye. I was sure my Reddit friends would love it. Hell, I fucked myself tons of times thinking of how else it could have gone.
I did have one *much* more satisfying experience recently that was, simultaneously, even more of a cock-tease than the pizza dare had been.
So, there’s this park next to my neighborhood. It’s stupid risky to show off there, but it’s a nice place—so I don’t care. There’s never anyone around, and it’s pretty, so I like to get naked and show off. A month or so ago, I was there in my cute floral sundress. I went commando, of course. I mean, is there any *other* way to wear a sundress?
I saw this guy walking along the path at the far end of the park with his dog. He was cute. He had messy black hair, peppered with grey. He looked like he was in his late thirties, maybe forties. He deserved a little treat, but you know my rules. It’s their show. I wanted to see what he would do when he saw me.
I set up my phone in this picnic area, given that no one else was around, and I pulled down my dress. I pressed my tits together and snapped the first pic on a timer. He didn’t notice. I swear, some guys are so oblivious. So then, I hopped to my feet on top of the table, and pointed the phone facing up between my legs. This time he was looking at me. I could see it in my periphery.
I lifted my skirt for the pic and saw movement out of the corner of my eye. When I looked up, acting like I was checking for onlookers, he was already staring back at his lap. Sly motherfucker…
So, I got a bit bolder. I set my phone up on a stand facing me on the opposite table and bent over, my face in the grate of the picnic table. I couldn’t see him this time. I was nervous. What if he came up and fingered me? What if he held me down and fucked me? Jesus, it was a terrible idea. I was fucking drenched.
When I snapped back up, he was walking his dog near the edge of the trees. He was a *lot* closer, cheeky bastard. So, I’m not sure if he was testing me or what, but I got back up on top of a table and set the phone at the far end. I spread my legs just out of his view and looked to the side. It’d make a good pic for my Reddit followers.
As soon as it took, I sat back up. He’d walked to where he could see between my legs, but still wasn’t approaching me. I had to have been dripping all over the picnic table by this point. God, he was so fucking sexy. He wasn’t even muscular. He looked like a professor. I had a thing for teachers. I wanted to be a bad girl for them.
I thought of yelling to him, and making the first move, but maybe I just had to be a bit more forward, as though flashing my pussy and tits to a complete stranger wasn’t forward enough.
I stood up on the table and set the phone up at an angle. I took a shot up my dress and set the timer for five seconds. I bent all the way to my left and hugged my calf. Then, I hiked my dress up, showing my whole ass and pussy to him at an extremely sexy angle. I saw him look out of the corner of my eye.
“*Fuck*,” he whispered.
I acted like I’d heard him. I turned to look at him and he looked away.
“Really, dude?” I groaned under my breath.
I cleared my throat.
The older gentleman turned around and waved. Did I need to beat him over the head with it?
“I saw you watching me!” I called out.
He reddened and chuckled. He stretched his arms up over his head and leaned back. His wiry hair at the base of his abdomen revealed a tummy that wasn’t really toned, but it was cute. He wasn’t fat. He was just—a dude. A sexy, sophisticated, dude. His leather jacket was black and probably had been bought at Burlington. His brownish pants were straight and pleated. Fuck, he looked like my wet dreams about schoolteachers. I bit my lip and twisted a bit on my front foot.
He seemed to weigh the possibility in his mind. He was doing pros and cons. I was sure of it.
“*Pro, look at her! Con, think about her age. Pro, she’s totally down. Con, I’ve probably got kids, or a wife, or my dog would be disappointed.*”
I don’t know. I never claimed to be an expert on pros and cons. Either way, he started to walk over to the picnic tables, and I thought I was going to faint. My nerves tingled. This wasn’t some random delivery boy who was going to pussy out. This was a man. I had an idea of what a man might want to do to me.
He sat at the far end. He made no motions toward me.
“Your hair is beautiful in the sunset,” he yelled to me.
My hair, that’s what he chooses to focus on?
“Oh, thanks!” I smiled back, crossing my legs and facing him from the opposite corner. “Did you—”
My resolve faltered, my voice cracked and broke. I giggled. I cleared my throat and spoke again.
“Did you see anything else you liked?”
He chuckled a single laugh and shook his head. He looked away. Steve, let’s call him Steve, was fighting himself. I was so curious why, but I just couldn’t get enough of his eyes on me. I scooted a table closer.
“Did I—” his words halted as I got more comfortable, setting my feet up on the bench seat so my dress fell down to my upper thighs. If he’d been sitting in the same row of tables as me, he’d have gotten quite a show between my legs. I could see him fighting the urge to lean forward.
He laughed again and resumed speaking.
“Did I like anything else? Oh, my. You’re not very shy, are you?”
I tilted my head at the puzzling man.
“I’m very shy, actually,” I corrected, rocking on my Chucks. I tossed my hair over my shoulder so he could get a better view of my cleavage. “Just not when I’m—doing this.”
“And how often do you do it?” he asked.
I raised my eyebrows. He blushed again. God, I just wanted to jump his bones.
“Oh, my, sir! It’s been a good while,” I laughed. “But I tend to go out to parks or public places to show off once a week or so.”
He breathed in for longer than should have been possible, staring into my eyes. Then, he let that same breath out with just as much purpose and care. God, why did he have to be so well mannered?
“Your ass is outstanding,” he finally admitted.
There it is! Finally, the good guy had faltered. He was trying to see under my dress in vain. There was just no way he was going to get a good view from there. I decided to make it easier.
I switched rows and sat down in line with him. I put my feet back up on the bench. His jaw dropped.
“You okay?” I smiled parting my knees slightly.
“Oh, fuck,” he sighed, gazing between my thighs at my soaked pussy whose wetness had run down to my ass. “That’s—”
He gulped.
“Wow,” he whispered. Whether conscious of it or not, he was rubbing the erection that I had caused between his legs. His deep voice spoke up with a bit of frustration. “I really can’t be doing this. You’re *so* young.”
“Old enough, though,” I winked.
He hung his head. Whatever his reservations were, he seemed to be coming to terms with losing them in a hurry.
“Alright,” he chuckled, unzipping his pants. “Lose the dress.”
I opened my mouth in shock as his average-sized cock thumped down into his hands. I bit my lip. I straddled the bench seat and lifted the sundress off my shoulders in a smooth motion. I was staring at him a moment later, wearing only my birthday suit and my Chucks.
I smiled as he started to pump his cock. I hadn’t moved from my table, and he hadn’t made any motions toward me. Before I knew it, I was masturbating for him. I leaned back and propped one leg up onto the tabletop to give him the optimum view between my legs. Boy did he take it.
Steve stared as I pumped a pair of fingers into my tight pussy. He was practically salivating at the sight of it. He worked himself faster. I let out a light moan that sounded more like a squeak. He groaned at hearing it, taking a deep breath.
A moment later, his eyes were hungry and wide. He was ogling my tits. I groped my boob and tugged the nipple, just for him. He exhaled and sighed. He was about to come.
I raced him to the finish.
I pumped faster and harder, moaning quickly and loudly. I might have even increased the volume a touch, just for him. I was practically gushing on my fingers when I came. My ass quivered and jumped as I squealed, clutching my tits.
I heard him moan. He leaned forward so he wouldn’t dribble on his pants. I felt my tongue wag; that’s what should have been on his cock. I stared into his eyes with lust and thirst for his body. He wasn’t having any of it.
He swallowed his saliva that must have pooled while he stared at me open-mouthed like a trout. He jiggled the flaccid dick that I craved, and then zipped himself back up.
“That was,” he laughed and then smiled a thirsty grin. “Quite a thrill for a man who hasn’t been with a woman as young as you in thirty years. Your body is exquisite. It was a—”
He paused, drinking me in with his stare.
“—scintillating experience.”
“God, I love your vocabulary,” I bumbled, post-orgasm. Why the fuck did I lead with that?
“Hah!” he chuckled, caught off guard. “Well, as I mentioned previously, I’m more than a bit partial to your ass. Thank you very much for the show. I dare say I’ll remember this on many cold lonely nights to come.”
“Do you want my number?” I asked. I’d typically offer my Snap or Instagram, but I was ninety-nine percent sure he had neither.
Steve the professor paused. He took a deep breath and considered it.
“I don’t think that’s a great idea,” he decided. “I wish you luck with your—photography. Perhaps we’ll meet again sometime.”
He shook his head, as though he knew he shouldn’t have said that.
I lowered the dress back down over my shoulders slowly, letting it drop between my fingers in some kind of reverse-striptease. He regained his senses.
“Right, I really ought to be going. Thank you again!”
“Thank—you?” I groaned. Why didn’t I ask his name? Why was I watching him walk away? Why was I getting this invested in a random stranger?
I shook off the crazy. I walked over to where he’d been sitting. I touched a finger to his expended fluids and stared at it. I tilted my head and rolled my lip inward.
“What a man,” I breathed out through my lips. I wiped his orgasm on my dress.
I stretched my shoulders and made my way back home. All in all, it was a successful afternoon. An extremely handsome man finally had the balls to approach me, with a little encouragement, and I helped him finish. He was a *lot* older than I thought he was, but that wasn’t too much of a problem. He had to be in his fifties based on his comment. He had good fucking genes. Maybe someday I’d be able to prove that supposition. . .
It was fun, but I guess my search continues. I’m not looking for a white knight to march in and save me from myself. I don’t want some asshole to stomp over thinking he owns me because he’s seen my tits. I just want the thrill to continue. I’m always looking for new ways to show off. Honestly, I’m pretty new at this little game. I’m not sure exactly where my limits are.
That said, I’m pretty psyched to find out.
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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ho3bhq/why_i_show_off_on_redditmf_exh_public