Willingly Exposed Yourself?
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As a person who enjoys the idea of being naked when the chance arises....Yeah. I have done it a few times now.
The best one was with a group of friends a few years ago I was wearing shorts and no underwear and I got snagged on a thorny bush and got a small cut on my leg kinda near the top. My shorts made it difficult to check it so I asked the group 'Can we all be adults for 5 mins?' and took them off.
I got a few open stares, nobody made an issue and when I sorted myself out I put them back on and carried on.
We were holidaying in spain with my wife (Before the child came along) and I went for a swim but my shorts were a little too baggy, so I came out, took them off and went back in. I didn't notice the others arrive...But when I came out nobody said a word.
I'm not an exhibitionist...But.
Psst...yes you are. As an exhibitionist myself, I know these things.
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Yes.
In a very secluded place which then backfired on me.
In a very secluded place which then backfired on me.
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What I still dont understand is how in 2014 that being nude around others or others being around you even in a non sexual setting is such a taboo thing to do. It has been driven into all our heads from an early age that you are almost supposed to be ashamed when in reality it is natural and nothing to be ashamed with. I think too many attach just being nude as sexual when I have had friends where we all got together and nothing sexual happened at all and we just all enjoyed a nice evening clothes free. What better way to be on a nonjudgmental level playing field when talking or meeting new friends than if everyone is nude.
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I think I've been to the same gather. Maybe we've bumped into each other ;P
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I am an exhibitionist and am more than willing to expose myself to ithers
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You sound like a marvelous young lady.
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Would you give us some details?+++
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Wife-me collaboration
As an unexpected adventure resulting from my having come to want to exhibit my eye-candy-by-any-standards wife―and eventually, her acquiescence―at my urging, she willingly became my accomplice in teasing men. But . . . we were on a plane from Asmara, Eritrea, to Rome, Italy, when she became aware of the interest of the man across the aisle from her in her breastfeeding our 3-week-old baby. It was in the wee hours of the morning on a long flight. Apparently everyone else was asleep.
Two seat either side of the aisle, we sat to the right facing forward, I by the window, my wife on the aisle, and her admirer across the aisle on the left, just arms length from her. It was 4 in the morning. I awoke as She turned the soft overhead light on to rummage through the baby bag for a small towel, which she customarily used to cover her breast and our baby's face from view.
Earlier, I'd noticed her aisle-mate's interest in her. He'd chatted her up twice, before and after dinner. Now, in the cabin faintly lit by the shoe-high aisle lights, she unbuttoned her blouse and raised free a breast to feed our baby. With my head on my wife's warm shoulder, trying to sleep, I became aware of the man's renewed interest.
I whispered in her ear to leave the light on. Her breasts had been my delight before pregnancy, but with lactation they became larger, and when milk-heavy, were spectacularly high and aroused-looking, often wetting her blouse or dress in public. They had become, to my growing delight, even more beautiful than when we'd met as teenagers. Lactating, her nipples were distended and pink only at the tips, the descendin shaft and areolae so dark rose they were almost black. Now, in the night of the plane's cabin, her milk letdown and impending nursing session must have triggered her arousal hormones. (I was sure that, as usual, little arcs of milk rose into the overhead cabin light.) She gave me a slant-eyed mischievous smile, and re-positioned herself in the luxurious bucket seat. Tucking her legs under her, schoolgirl fashion, she ended up half facing the aisle. Her exposed left breast must have been near or over the armrest, the overhead light giving our neighbor a mesmerizing sight (she later toldme that there was nothing creepy about the way his eyes kept returning to her breasts; on the contrary, his smile and frank admiration made her feel loved and unafraid). Her breasts, distended from many hours since the last feeding at our hotel in Asmara, had shone buoyantly against her thin dress, even as we'd boarded hours ago. Now, well passed a normal feeding time, under the light, although once faint, that because it was the only one on in that darkened cabin, had seemed to become brighter and brighter. Our eyes had adjusted. As she sat curled, catlike and childlike at the same time, facing her aisle mate, her illuminated face and breast rose into the light less than a meter from her his eyes . . .
She told me later that, yes, she was well aware of his immediate interest. When she'd started to suckle our baby, he'd sat up, looking, but clearly trying not to stare. She related that she had smiled because he was smiling at her, and across the aisle she'd asked him if he'd had trouble sleeping too. With the rest of our neighbors deep in sleep, they chatted in whispers so low I was unable to hear what they said. They talked for a long time. The eroticism of the moment, his eyes in hers, knowing he saw the entire expanse of her entire breasts, her nipples, and, I was sure, her pleased blush, her breasts seeming to reach up to him, I curled spoon fashion against her bottom, and envisioned how each looked to the other . . .
(It seemed miraculous to me that no one else in the plane was aware of how much the fire lit the dark for the three of us.)
Although I was hard against her bottom as they talked on, in a little while drowsiness overcame me. A little later, I felt her shift. Her body unfolded, feet reaching out to find the floor. Her bottom shifted against me. Her face came close and she whispered that she needed to go to the bathroom. She slipped our now sleeping baby into my arms, and was gone. In less than a minute, wrenching me from sleep, my wife's admirer rose and disappeared down the dark aisle in the same direction.
When they had been gone longer than I thought necessary, I peered at my cell phone clock. I looked down the black length of the aisle, expecting one of them at any moment. Women take longer―perhaps especially, my wife―so I expected to see him first. Growing more nervous, more hollow gutted every minute I tried not to checked the time every minute. Forty minutes passed.
My wife returned first.
In the now seemingly bright overhead light, her eyes shot me a triumphant gleam as she leaned to take our baby into her arms again. I was speechless, unable to form a question. As the implications of her challenging glance dawned on me, I began to shiver. She had never before had an "adventure" without my egging her on.
She told me she was still sitting on the toilet when she heard a soft knock on the door and His voice saying, "It's me." (She protested to me that she "wasn't thinking" when, while still seated, she opened the door.) She said she was still peeing. He came in and quickly closed the door. She said there really wasn't room for two people. He stood over her, looking down fiercely "As if he were going to eat me." She said, not knowing what to do but feeling completely in his power, she then lay her face against his legs and closed her eyes. She said she was immediately aroused by the smell of him through his trousers. Unthinking, without looking up, she opened his fly.
She said that when her face first touched his legs he was already so hard that it seemed to her the most natural thing to kiss kiss the swell. Opening his fly, she was delighted to see he was circumcised. She said she sucked him very slowly. His legs vibrated, she remembered for me. He caressed her head and neck, and in a few moments he pulled from her, kneeled and began kissing her mouth, holding a breast in each hand. She was still sitting on the toilet, spurts of pee uncontrollably dribbling from her. She said she thought this somehow aroused him. He was all over her, frantically kissing her arms, rising one, then the other to kiss her armpits, and then her breasts through the buttoned up fabric. Looking in her eyes, he unbuttoned her blouse, kissed her breasts and, finally, experimentally sucking one, then the other. She guided him to the one that was still fairly full. Shyly, she giggled as she related this, saying he was as hungry on her as I'd ever been. She said that, like me, he nursed with a passion, sometimes hurting her, so that she had to ask him to be gentler.
She said that after what seemed to her a long while, she asked him if she could suck him again. She said he was even bigger than I am, and so hard it hurt her jaw, but that, yes, she loved it. She said he stood, pants around his calves, leaned so that he braced himself with one hand against the wall behind her, and with the other held the back of her head. She said every so often he bucked into her mouth so that she gaged several times, but let him push into her throat. She said she hadn't tasted him when he came. She said his knees were against her breasts and shoulders and he held her head with both hands, so that his cock went into her throat the whole time he was coming.
There's more. When we landed in Rome, and everybody was pulling their things down from the overhead compartments, she stood as he did and, rose on tiptoe and, without a word, her hands on his shoulders, forearms on his chest, kissed him. Not a peck.
We've relived that moment many nights prior to climaxes. We've talked about it a lot, mostly from my insecurity, and then arousal. But, I've admitted to her that I cannot complain, since it has always been me who instigates and often pushes her to "Astonish me!"
As an unexpected adventure resulting from my having come to want to exhibit my eye-candy-by-any-standards wife―and eventually, her acquiescence―at my urging, she willingly became my accomplice in teasing men. But . . . we were on a plane from Asmara, Eritrea, to Rome, Italy, when she became aware of the interest of the man across the aisle from her in her breastfeeding our 3-week-old baby. It was in the wee hours of the morning on a long flight. Apparently everyone else was asleep.
Two seat either side of the aisle, we sat to the right facing forward, I by the window, my wife on the aisle, and her admirer across the aisle on the left, just arms length from her. It was 4 in the morning. I awoke as She turned the soft overhead light on to rummage through the baby bag for a small towel, which she customarily used to cover her breast and our baby's face from view.
Earlier, I'd noticed her aisle-mate's interest in her. He'd chatted her up twice, before and after dinner. Now, in the cabin faintly lit by the shoe-high aisle lights, she unbuttoned her blouse and raised free a breast to feed our baby. With my head on my wife's warm shoulder, trying to sleep, I became aware of the man's renewed interest.
I whispered in her ear to leave the light on. Her breasts had been my delight before pregnancy, but with lactation they became larger, and when milk-heavy, were spectacularly high and aroused-looking, often wetting her blouse or dress in public. They had become, to my growing delight, even more beautiful than when we'd met as teenagers. Lactating, her nipples were distended and pink only at the tips, the descendin shaft and areolae so dark rose they were almost black. Now, in the night of the plane's cabin, her milk letdown and impending nursing session must have triggered her arousal hormones. (I was sure that, as usual, little arcs of milk rose into the overhead cabin light.) She gave me a slant-eyed mischievous smile, and re-positioned herself in the luxurious bucket seat. Tucking her legs under her, schoolgirl fashion, she ended up half facing the aisle. Her exposed left breast must have been near or over the armrest, the overhead light giving our neighbor a mesmerizing sight (she later toldme that there was nothing creepy about the way his eyes kept returning to her breasts; on the contrary, his smile and frank admiration made her feel loved and unafraid). Her breasts, distended from many hours since the last feeding at our hotel in Asmara, had shone buoyantly against her thin dress, even as we'd boarded hours ago. Now, well passed a normal feeding time, under the light, although once faint, that because it was the only one on in that darkened cabin, had seemed to become brighter and brighter. Our eyes had adjusted. As she sat curled, catlike and childlike at the same time, facing her aisle mate, her illuminated face and breast rose into the light less than a meter from her his eyes . . .
She told me later that, yes, she was well aware of his immediate interest. When she'd started to suckle our baby, he'd sat up, looking, but clearly trying not to stare. She related that she had smiled because he was smiling at her, and across the aisle she'd asked him if he'd had trouble sleeping too. With the rest of our neighbors deep in sleep, they chatted in whispers so low I was unable to hear what they said. They talked for a long time. The eroticism of the moment, his eyes in hers, knowing he saw the entire expanse of her entire breasts, her nipples, and, I was sure, her pleased blush, her breasts seeming to reach up to him, I curled spoon fashion against her bottom, and envisioned how each looked to the other . . .
(It seemed miraculous to me that no one else in the plane was aware of how much the fire lit the dark for the three of us.)
Although I was hard against her bottom as they talked on, in a little while drowsiness overcame me. A little later, I felt her shift. Her body unfolded, feet reaching out to find the floor. Her bottom shifted against me. Her face came close and she whispered that she needed to go to the bathroom. She slipped our now sleeping baby into my arms, and was gone. In less than a minute, wrenching me from sleep, my wife's admirer rose and disappeared down the dark aisle in the same direction.
When they had been gone longer than I thought necessary, I peered at my cell phone clock. I looked down the black length of the aisle, expecting one of them at any moment. Women take longer―perhaps especially, my wife―so I expected to see him first. Growing more nervous, more hollow gutted every minute I tried not to checked the time every minute. Forty minutes passed.
My wife returned first.
In the now seemingly bright overhead light, her eyes shot me a triumphant gleam as she leaned to take our baby into her arms again. I was speechless, unable to form a question. As the implications of her challenging glance dawned on me, I began to shiver. She had never before had an "adventure" without my egging her on.
She told me she was still sitting on the toilet when she heard a soft knock on the door and His voice saying, "It's me." (She protested to me that she "wasn't thinking" when, while still seated, she opened the door.) She said she was still peeing. He came in and quickly closed the door. She said there really wasn't room for two people. He stood over her, looking down fiercely "As if he were going to eat me." She said, not knowing what to do but feeling completely in his power, she then lay her face against his legs and closed her eyes. She said she was immediately aroused by the smell of him through his trousers. Unthinking, without looking up, she opened his fly.
She said that when her face first touched his legs he was already so hard that it seemed to her the most natural thing to kiss kiss the swell. Opening his fly, she was delighted to see he was circumcised. She said she sucked him very slowly. His legs vibrated, she remembered for me. He caressed her head and neck, and in a few moments he pulled from her, kneeled and began kissing her mouth, holding a breast in each hand. She was still sitting on the toilet, spurts of pee uncontrollably dribbling from her. She said she thought this somehow aroused him. He was all over her, frantically kissing her arms, rising one, then the other to kiss her armpits, and then her breasts through the buttoned up fabric. Looking in her eyes, he unbuttoned her blouse, kissed her breasts and, finally, experimentally sucking one, then the other. She guided him to the one that was still fairly full. Shyly, she giggled as she related this, saying he was as hungry on her as I'd ever been. She said that, like me, he nursed with a passion, sometimes hurting her, so that she had to ask him to be gentler.
She said that after what seemed to her a long while, she asked him if she could suck him again. She said he was even bigger than I am, and so hard it hurt her jaw, but that, yes, she loved it. She said he stood, pants around his calves, leaned so that he braced himself with one hand against the wall behind her, and with the other held the back of her head. She said every so often he bucked into her mouth so that she gaged several times, but let him push into her throat. She said she hadn't tasted him when he came. She said his knees were against her breasts and shoulders and he held her head with both hands, so that his cock went into her throat the whole time he was coming.
There's more. When we landed in Rome, and everybody was pulling their things down from the overhead compartments, she stood as he did and, rose on tiptoe and, without a word, her hands on his shoulders, forearms on his chest, kissed him. Not a peck.
We've relived that moment many nights prior to climaxes. We've talked about it a lot, mostly from my insecurity, and then arousal. But, I've admitted to her that I cannot complain, since it has always been me who instigates and often pushes her to "Astonish me!"
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Just went to a hotel and I pretended to be asleep when housekeeping knocked. I was in the bed, on my side, face away from the door. I heard the maid come in and I pretended to be asleep. I heard a quick gasp and then she left, shutting the door. I should stop doing that
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I sure have.
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Not recently.
About ten years ago I advertised on here for a woman to watch me strip naked and masturbate to completion.
Amazingly, I had a taker (I was in my 30s which helped). She was professional and slightly bitchy; she sat fully dressed on a chair next to my hotel room bed, and smoked a cigarette while I spunked all over myself.
The closest thing recently was in Amsterdam, with a window girl. It was lovely to strip off & reveal myself to her in my lingerie and stockings.
About ten years ago I advertised on here for a woman to watch me strip naked and masturbate to completion.
Amazingly, I had a taker (I was in my 30s which helped). She was professional and slightly bitchy; she sat fully dressed on a chair next to my hotel room bed, and smoked a cigarette while I spunked all over myself.
The closest thing recently was in Amsterdam, with a window girl. It was lovely to strip off & reveal myself to her in my lingerie and stockings.
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Sixteen years ago, I stood naked on a hotel balcony, watched by a man in a car below. It was both accidental and on purpose. I didn't know he was there looking up my robe. Then I put on a jilling show for him.
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I was driving back from lunch with a friend who had a new boyfriend after having been with one guy for a while. All her previous boyfriends were Vietnamese, so she asked how big I was. We've been kinda flirty before, backrubs and such, so I say, "Want to see?" She laughs and says no, and we pull over and I give her a backrub, and right before we go back to work, I ask again, and this time she says, "Sure."
I stroke myself a bit through my pants to get ready, while she talks dirty to help, and then I take it out. She squealed and said I was twice as big as her boyfriend, so that was quite the ego boost. Probably inaccurate, but an ego boost nonetheless. I spent the drive back blushing furiously, but pretty proud of myself.
I stroke myself a bit through my pants to get ready, while she talks dirty to help, and then I take it out. She squealed and said I was twice as big as her boyfriend, so that was quite the ego boost. Probably inaccurate, but an ego boost nonetheless. I spent the drive back blushing furiously, but pretty proud of myself.
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That is incredible. I wish my family were more open minded for that sort of adventure lol. Nudity isn't always sexual. Nor is it always for others. But i suppose this is not the thread to say that on. And seeing as I do my share of exposing my body in public, lol I'm no angel.
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At camp, one doesn't even think about it. Your experience, too, kingkaren1982?
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