I wanted to share the story of how I first discovered the excitement of public exhibitionism, and actually, it was by accident. I had gone to the mall that day, partially to shop but also because there’s nothing I love more than turning heads in public. The rush I get by making guys stare against their judgment never gets old for me. My best feature has always been my ass, with a thin waist but very round cheeks that bounce ever-so-slightly when I walk, there are so many outfits I can wear to drive guys crazy.
That day at the mall I was wearing a white tanktop with a pink bra that was purposefully just bright enough to show through my top, and my favorite blue pleated miniskirt. I always loved this skirt because the hem falls just halfway down my thighs, just short enough to really tease guys with the promise of a peek, without showing too much by accident. I was having a great time window-shopping around the mall, pretending I didn’t notice the guys who were following me around, pretending to lean forwards and then stopping at the last minute just to mess with their heads.
But then, I decided to cross the overpass on the second floor. With a shopping bag in each hand, I didn’t notice anything wrong until the breeze started picking up. Suddenly the wind started playing with the hem of my skirt, threatening to lift it up just a little, creeping up those precious few inches beneath my asscheeks. I can still remember the thrill of realizing how vulnerable I was, with no free hand, stuck halfway across the overpass where the wind was strongest. I walked forward as quickly as I could in heels, all the while feeling the wind lifting up my skirt just the tiniest bit more every second, knowing this completely was out my my control. My heart was beating faster. I got closer to the other side, and it seemed like the breeze was dying down. I remember giving out a sigh of relief.
And then, a huge gust of wind blew up from underneath, lifting my skirt all the way up to my waist! Everyone could see it now: I had worn these x-small pink cheeky panties underneath, too tight on purpose, with my asscheeks peeking out over the waistband by at least an inch. The band was stretched to the limit, the word “Hottie” just visible in stretched-out letters written around it, and everything was on display! There were at least twenty pairs of eyes on me as I walked as fast as I could to the other side, a bag in each hand and my asscheeks jiggling like crazy in full view of everyone! Three or four seconds felt like forever as I saw guys not even hiding their stares, huge bulges growing in their pants as they watched me. Those were the longest few seconds of my life until I finally reached the other end, and my skirt finally fell back down.
But even after it was over, I could remember the huge thrill I felt, how helpless it made me feel, and how how exciting it was to see those bulges growing in guys’ pants in a split second. The rush was like nothing else, and it didn’t die down all day. After that day, I would go out in that skirt many times again, hoping to position myself in places where I could “accidentally” relive that moment again!
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/kbvv5a/my_first_time_as_an_exhibitionist_f_exhibition
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