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I love being an Exhibitionist.I love everything about it.Even now, my clit is twitching as I tell you how turned-on I get when I’m naked and being watched….OMG…my nipples just popped-up…I know that I won’t make it through writing this without having to stop to vibrate myself into an orgasm or two…Anyway…I was, of course, not always like this. There was a time when even walking around the house naked, in front of my husband was something I would never do. Sex was for the bedroom, and occasionally outside or in the car, but never, never , ever if there was a chance someone might see us. I wasn’t a prude. I love sex and hubby and I were like rabbits when we first got married, but to me it was always supposed to be something special and private and certainly nothing that would involve others participating in some way.NOT ME!!!! YUK!!!!!! NO WAY!!! was typically how I reacted or responded to hubby’s little urgings. He wanted to explore some things…always respectfully..and lovingly…but I always shut him down cold. Thankfully he was not offended and was very patient with me…and eventually something happened, by accident, that allowed me to experience a little of what hubby and been wanting me to try..and with my interest now “stimulated”, literally, we then began creating some “accidents” that are still very much a part of our life. I eventually learned to separate our love making from our “sex making” and bursa escort now, more than 20 years later we still love each other deeply and have unbelievable sexual fulfillment on every level, due in part to our wonderful “sexcapades”.So, how did I become an Exhibitionist?As I said, my first experience was an accident and I believe my intense sexual reaction was even more of a surprise to me then it was for my unintended voyeurs….We were in San Diego, attending a conference for my hubby’s work. The hotel was amazing….very high end…access to the inter-net (which back then was a big deal…and allowed me to open myfirst ever yahoo mail account)….beach view rooms…and I spent each day enjoying the pool, the ocean…and the sun while hubby worked. The company was very large and had over 200 attendees and so the meetings were always ended by 4 and then everyone got together for an arranged happy hour around the main pool area and for the first couple of days we all mingled and had fun talking and drinking. Some of the guys and ladies would wear casual clothes and some wore their bathing suits with covers. There were lots of great looking half-naked men running around everywhere and I was really enjoying all the visual sensations that I was experiencing while also meeting new people and laughing and talking. It was great. At first I wore shorts and a top…but hubby kept saying how hot I looked in my bikini, and that bursa escort bayan I should just slip on a cover. Again, I shut him down…lecturing him a little on how it wasn’t about me “looking hot”…etc..etc..Don’t get me wrong, I am woman….I do like being admired…but I had always thought that anything over a little casual looking was going over the line…but I had to admit that I couldn’t stop thinking about all those guys…On the third day, I was by the pool, and noticed that several of the guys were skipping some of their meetings and were hanging around the pool. I was wearing my smallest bikini that day….not thinking I would be seeing some of the men I had met. It was white…and the top gave my boobs a great “push-up” and if I got aroused…there was no way you wouldn’t notice.After awhile the poolside waiter walked over with a drink, and when I started to tell him I hadn’t ordered another..he just pointed to a group of about (10) guys…sitting around the pool…who all waived at me as I looked over while the waiter told me it was from them. I smiled and waived back…and while trying to be discreet..I enjoyed watching them all smile…and nudge each other apparently talking about me. I recognized a couple of the guys from the past two evenings and found myself looking at their bodies and remembering how cute I thought a couple of them were…I soon started to enjoy a nice warm body glow from escort bursa my “innocent” fantasies.It had been awhile since I had cooled off in the water…and all this extra little heat was having an effect on me…I looked over at the ladder and realized that in order to get to it I would have to walk directly at all the guys. Like I said, just like any woman, I do like being admired, but the thought of me, in my very skimpy bikini walking right at (10 ) guys, who had just bought me a drink, were obviously talking about me, and I in turn had been thinking about them…sent a shiver all the way through me…At first I decided, “no…I’m not going to get up”…but I couldn’t stop thinking about them…and finally decided, “oh well..here goes”… and so I stood up and turned to walk toward the ladder. I immediately noticed that several of the guys were watching me…and as I started toward them..I watched as all the guys turned to watch…it was then that I saw their eyes….I had sunglasses on…so I could actually look right at them as they watched me…again, their eyes.. on me…moving up and down my body as I came closer and closer…seeing their eyes..and smiles as they took me in sent another waive of electricity through me and just as I reached the ladder my nipples exploded and pushed hard against the material in my top. I knew right away that they could all see that I was aroused. As I lowered myself into the water I caught a glimpse of one guy mouthing “holy shit”….I then I turned to wade further into the pool.My heart was pounding and my kitty was pulsing as I tried to settle into a corner against the wall and calm down.
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