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I am a real US Airline flight attendant but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I’m an addicted exhibitionist.
As a flight attendant, I take advantage of my travels to find men willing to indulge me in my fantasy of being watched dancing and stripping from my flight attendant uniform and then masturbating to orgasm. It could be for a male flight attendant on my crew, someone on the hotel staff or even as wild as entertaining in the cockpit on a long translant to Europe. As long as someone is watching me, I get off to it.
Traveling as a flight attendant, I’ve been able to act out my strip and masturbation fantasy in different cities around the world. Some of my favorite exhibitionist memories are;
Masturbating for six German high school soccer players that I met in a local park where they were practicing and I was running. I had stopped to get water and wound up watching them. When they invited me to go with them to a Beirgarten, always fun on a late afternoon in Frankfurt, I accepted.
I was wearing short running shorts and a sport bra and felt a lot of eyes on me, and with a little help from a beer buzz I asked them if they would like to see a sexier side of me. I had told them I was a flight attendant there on a layover and I think they liked that. They of course gave me a hard time for the tempting tease but I said I was serious even though it was said in between giggles. When I said it wouldn’t be nice of me to tease them like that, they invited (read challenged) me to continue drinking with them at a family owned summer cottage down by the Main River.
It was a beautiful 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 warm they were demanding to see the sexier side of me that I’d promised to show them.
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 dancing free and naked in front of ten high school boys, their lust filled gazes traversing up and down my body.
I really wanted to masturbate so I asked for a blanket which a boy brought out and helped me spread it atop the picnic table. So on a Friday night in Frankfurt, Germany, enveloped in the cool misty air of the Main River, goose bumps rising from my naked body, I climbed onto the table and fingered myself to a ‘wunderbar’ orgasm.
In Belize, my first international layover, I masturbated for my two pilots while lying in a hammock outdoors at night gently illuminated by Tiki Torch light and, on my next layover, I performed for those same two pilots in an open area of the woods just up from the beach next to our resort, one of my most intimate experiences.
The boldest exhibitionist experience 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 Night advertised on the marquee that we see on our way from the airport to our hotel.
I bought pink VS lingerie and finally got up the nerve to enter. I danced and stripped. When I was nude, except for my black heels, I pranced back and forth along the stage and then picked a spot, laid down and raised and parted my legs. Some patrons reached in and grabbed my ankles and then spread my legs much wider than I would have on my own. I decided to put my hands behind my neck and lay there spread eagle 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 then 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 exhibitionist experiences led me to trying something closer to my Texas home that I could do on a more regular basis so that I wouldn’t have to masturbate alone when I was home. A male friend of mine that owns a machine shop in the industrial park north of the San Antonio airport invited me to strip and masturbate at his shop for him and some of his employees and friends after closing on a Friday night. It was so much fun that I did it again about a month later on the weekend after the Fourth of July for an even larger crowd.
After that he approached me and suggested that I go with him to a swingers club near Austin called Colette. In an abundance of curiosity, I looked it up and decided to go with him on their Friday Stiletto and Stockings night. I wore pink VS lingerie with white frilly trim and white stockings and heels under a long coat.
What I didn’t expect and what put me at ease in this new environment was being able to talk openly to what were otherwise strangers about my exhibitionist fantasies. No one gave me weird looks but quite the opposite. They 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 and masturbated. I unbuttoned my coat showing the lingerie I wore underneath soliciting the kind approval of people around me. The women were equally complimentary and seemed just as interested in my masturbation fantasy, maybe even envious as if, I think, they sensed my passion for it.
I was invited into one of the rooms with couches and a small stage, where I took off my coat to show off my new lingerie and stockings. I was asked to talk more about my masturbation fantasy to a gathering group of men as well as some women. The sexual energy I felt prompted me to spontaneously take off my panties under a very short pink skirt. I performed several teasing twirls to show my tan line framed landing strip. When I stopped, they pressed me to continue which I did for a short period but I got dizzy and plopped down on a couch between two guys and relaxed my legs naturally apart in plain view of the people on the opposite couch inviting their gaze between my thighs by parting my knees a couple inches wider.
Some one asked what would it take for me to act out my fantasy – what was I hoping to get out of my first experience at Colettes. I said a shot of Tequila usually does it for me. They laughed but I wasn’t kidding. Soon I was sipping on what has always been like a secret potion that releases my fantasy mind. And it worked almost immediately as my hands, almost with minds of their own, reached down to my inner thighs and lifted them over the knees of the guys on either side of me as I scooted my butt to the edge of the couch forcing my thighs wider apart, with my pussy matching the spread. I lifted my pink skirt above my naturally shaped Latina landing strip that I thought looked good highlighted by fresh tan lines.
So here I was in what seemed like a 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 saying to me, “You better take advantage of this before you awaken.”
I looked at the smiling faces of the men across from me and could see their interest while staring between my legs. I said to myself, “This is real. They want me to show them more. Enjoy it, No regrets.”
This exhibitionist experience at Colette was unique. Rather than just start in masturbating, 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. I even told them that my father, who I was very close to, suddenly abandoned our family when I was nine. The last thing I knew he had flown off to the Philippines. I dare not guess as to what motivated him to do that! I apologized for getting side tracked 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 admit I crave. See although I love the way you’re showing interest in my sexuality, what is more satisfying is the way you are also looking into my eyes and not just between my legs. I feel an intimacy that makes me want to share more of me.”
With that theme 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 thought they looked good outlined by the 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 to 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. At that moment, there was no place I would have rather been.
I began a playful interaction between my fingers and 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. Speaking of audience, I hadn’t noticed at first but after I took off my bra and skirt and hooked my legs over the men next to me, 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.
She 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. It was turning my husband on the way you were pulling on them. And I agree with him. You are fun to look at. I can see these men are loving you for it. But what he’s most interested in is your beautiful clit. Can you indulge us and bring her out?”
I said, “Thank you for saying all that and, yes, men do often comment on the size of my clit.”
I used two fingers and pulled up on the skin above my clit and unhooded her and used other fingers to pull my labia just above my vagina to open it for them to see to which her husband responded, “Beautiful pussy, just beautiful.”
I got really horny hearing him say that as well as watching other people gather in closer. I started fingering my clit almost as if it was the next normal thing to do. I went natural, that is, masturbated just the way I like to at home. 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 as it builds toward climax.
I started fingering slowly at first and then soon rapidly back and forth and up and down my clit. I”ll never forget what Stan’s wife said about what she and 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 and got serious I noticed more people had come over and gathered in. Guys on the couch across from me were all 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. There was now no stopping as I was being verbally encouraged.
“Don’t stop Yvonne.”
“Masturbate for us.”
“Show us how you cum.”
“Gorgeous. Just gorgeous. Beautiful pussy.”
I fast fingered my pussy until I had the most wonderful shuddering exhibitionist orgasm.
Afterwards, so many people told me it was one of the most erotic things they’ve seen at Colette.
Looking back at that Friday night not so long ago, I’m still not sure it wasn’t all just a dream but if it was it’s one I intend to revisit.
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