I am a proud Texas Latina, a native of San Antonio, 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 addicted exhibitionist. I love to strip, dance nude, and then masturbate to orgasm while being watched. It is my favorite way of sexually expressing and satisfying myself.
My husband knows this and has, for the most part, supported me in acting out my exhibitionist fantasy on my airline layovers. I told him early on in our relationship that I had an exhibitionist compulsion that, instead of looking for a cure, I had learned to embrace. In other words, I wasn’t willing to give it up in a marriage. He claimed he understood and continues to try but he does have his jealous moments which I completely understand.
So maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised when he said he had been talking to his friend who owns a machine shop just north of the San Antonio airport about having an after-work Friday night party and wanted me to go.
I said, “It sounds to me like an all guys type of party. Why do you want me there?”