[**THE ORIGINAL STORY – WITH SLIGHTLY MORE CONTENT – IS HERE ON IMGUR WITH TWO BACKSTAGE LINGERIE PICS**](https://imgur.com/jopMxvR) **(NSFW)**
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I am a proud Texas Latina and a flight attendant for a major US airline, but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am also an admitted exhibitionist, addicted really. Being watched while masturbating is a sexual fantasy and exhibitionist passion that began for me in my early teens although I’ve actually been an exhibitionist all my life.
As a child, my parents could not keep clothes on me. When I got off the school bus, I’d run up the long drive of our Texas Hill Country ranch, go straight to my bedroom and change out of my clothes, period! Flip Flops were the extent of my after school attire. It was innocent then but that changed after puberty kicked in when my exhibitionism became sexualized.
When I got my dream job as a flight attendant, and after gaining the courage to act on my fantasies, I took advantage of my layovers by first masturbating for male flight attendants and pilots on my crew to whom I revealed my exhibitionist fantasy.
Then, as fantasies go, I boldly started looking to masturbate for strangers. That first happened when I befriended a hotel bartender on a Seattle layover whose interest in me piqued when I revealed my exhibitionist fantasy to him while sipping on a glass of my fantasy releasing Tequila. He said he would love to watch me when he got off work and accepted an invitation to my room, even arriving with a gift of premium Tequila.
After a wonderful little party, I thanked him for the gift by stripping from my uniform, dancing naked, and then masturbating to orgasm while he watched. Then he treated me by masturbating to a marvelous squirt while I danced and posed nude for him complete with unhooded clit and labia spread views of my pussy. That wonderfully intimate experience with a person I had just met introduced me to the thrill of performing for total strangers, that is, men that I would meet at my layover hotel or maybe even a nearby bar or club.
Then one time on a Tampa layover, I saw a Club’s marquee advertising their Thursday Amateur Strip Contest and I couldn’t shake the temptation to enter. I had once participated in a bikini contest in San Antonio when I was in Junior College but this time, I wanted to do more than flash my titties and the top of my landing strip and then go home and masturbate while playing back my exhibitionist on-stage experience.
So with newly purchased VS lingerie for the occasion, my powerful fantasy mind compelling me, a shot of Tequila, and a self dare, I fulfilled my exhibitionist fantasy by stripping nude, prancing naked around the stage, and then openly masturbating at the Tampa Club’s amateurs only strip contest during the college Spring Break there. It was the most men, by far, that I had ever masturbated for.
I was very excited when I went on stage, and even though I had continued to masturbate at home before the strip contest, I hadn’t allowed myself to climax for over a week, but it still took me a long time to cum. On top of being nervous, it was hard to orgasm while standing up instead of lying down, which would have been easier, but I wanted to see and be seen. What made it possible, I think, was that the more I got into it, that is, the more intensely and faster I fingered, with my boobs jiggling in rhythm, the more I was encouraged by the especially vocal men up close.
I heard things like, “Your tits are fantastic, Baby. Love the way they move.” and, “You have a beautiful pussy. Make it cum for us.” and “We’re luvin’ it. Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
After maybe a minute and a lot of vocal encouragement, I was very happy, and I admit, relieved, when I finally sensed my imminent orgasm. Knowing I was going to cum, and completely caught up in my exhibitionist passion, I remember saying to myself, “Come on, Yvonne. Don’t hold back. You may never have this opportunity again.”
Nude but for my heels, I stepped forward to the edge of the stage, stood erect, and widened my stance. While men leaned in to look up between my parted thighs at my cleanly shaved pussy lips below my trimmed landing strip, I sensually posed my body by holding my hair on top of my head. Then I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of my exhibitionist fantasy playing out in real-time. The sensation of hot breath on my upper thighs was unbelievably exhilarating.
Feeling a powerful compulsion to masturbate, I lowered my arms and formed a ‘V’ with the fingers of my left hand to pull up and unhood my hardened clit and extended the middle finger of my right in a ballerina-like fashion and fingered myself in an exaggerated motion. I was so blown away by the cheers, I broke into a huge smile, blushing at the same time. Then a surprising rush of adrenaline flushed through my body, further hardening my nipples and clit. I took advantage of it and completely released myself and masturbated like crazy.
Knowing that men love bouncing boobs, I tucked my arms in, causing my heavy, firm breasts to roll in rapid waves across my chest. I remember half grimacing and half smiling at the same time, intense pleasure and exhibitionist joy.
When it hit, my orgasm was so strong that its tremors of ecstasy buckled my knees. I tried to right myself but my heels made it difficult and, instead, I collapsed to the stage floor. Only the quick hands of the men near me kept me from slipping forward off the edge of the stage.
Undeterred, I folded my feet under, arched backward from my knees, quickly re-engaged, and fast-fingered through the sweet remnants of my first on stage public orgasm. When I finished, my right arm ached and dropped to my side. But the wonderful applause and cheers I received made the entire effort worth it.
Nearly exhausted by my almost spastic, fast fingering finale, I relished the final moments of my now realized exhibitionist fantasy by straightening my legs and lying spread eagle at the edge of the stage. I accepted the unsolicited help of someone who placed my dangling right heel back on my foot as well as the men who held my legs up on the stage in a split that would have been hard to maintain on my own. I threw my arms back over my head, laid back, breathing heavily, my breasts heaving, and let the tension flow from my body, my sated, tingling and throbbing clit reminding me that I had just orgasmed in front of a huge crowd of rowdy mostly college men, the smile on my face expressing undeniably my pleasure at what had just magically transpired.
In response to their persistent vocal demands, and, yes, some of them rather lewd, I brought my arms forward and pinched and pulled my labia wings wide to open my vagina and unhooded my swollen, prominent clit for men peering in for a more intimate view of my freshly orgasmed pussy.
The surprise of the night might have been the response I got when I spontaneously decided to show the men in front of me, who were commenting on the size of my unhooded clit, something I had freakishly discovered and practiced as a teen – that I could make it move in a small circle, first in one direction and then in reverse. It stirred so much attention, I got the feeling that none of them had ever seen a woman do it. It made me wonder how freakish it really is.
Fortunately, it takes little effort because with so many men crowding in to see my ‘dancing’ clit, I didn’t think they were ever going to let me leave the stage. Seriously! When I first went to bring my legs in to get up, someone rather aggressively pulled on my right ankle, straightening my leg back out, “No. No. No. We wanna see it!”
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P.S. I lost my panties during my striptease which is why I’m laughing in one of the backstage photos I took later that night.
What happened was that when I slipped my panties down, I intended to kick them up and catch them but, never having done it in heels, I wound up launching them into the audience and never saw them again!
The thing about that was that I think the guys thought I was just being wild and did it on purpose which is probably why I didn’t get them back! So I guess I scored some points with them.
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