4 comments/ 36586 views/ 20 favorites Wannabe Exhibitionist Ch. 01 By: secret_admirer72116 I guess I can be considered a wannabe exhibitionist. For as long as I can remember I loved to be naked. But of course my mom very clearly explained to me when I was old enough to know better that a lady takes care that things are properly covered, and I always obeyed my mother...mostly. But when I turned 18 things changed. I felt like I was now an adult and I could make decisions for myself. But looking back, I can see that I was ignorant about these things. While I was very careful when I was around home I still had a real desire to be naked. I could be naked in my room and one day when I knew no one was home, I decided to walk around the house naked. It was exhilarating. I loved the freedom. I did that a number of times when no one was home. But I was careful not to walk naked in front of windows...mostly. As I got braver I would stand in front of the sliding glass doors in the backyard while naked. Of course our backyard was quite secluded so no one would be able to see me anyway, but the thrill was there. And then there was the day that I ventured out onto the deck naked. I was so nervous. I first of all peeked out the sliding glass doors, looking all around to see if anyone would be able to see. Of course there wasn't any way that anyone could see me unless I ventured all the way out onto the grass. Then possibly my neighbor would be able to see me from an upstairs window. So I stepped outside onto the deck, naked for the first time. I loved the cool air on my skin, the freedom, the excitement. I stood outside the glass doors for all of two minutes and rushed back in. But I was bitten. I loved the thrill and excitement of the possibility of someone seeing me. And I was no longer a little girl. I knew what I was doing. I knew that guys would love to see me naked...just like I would love to see guys naked. Of course I didn't realize ALL that COULD happen, but I was hooked. A few days later, my folks were gone, I did it again. I peeked out the door, looked around, and strolled right out on the deck. I carefully looked all around. I was out of sight of the neighbors but I was naked and outside. It was thrilling. I decided to sit out on the deck chair where I had gotten some sun in the past. I loved the cool air on my body and the sun just warmed me up so well. This time I spent a good fifteen minutes out there. When I decided to go back inside I acted like it was a totally normal thing to do, to stroll back into the house stark naked. I had already started to touch myself. I had been experimenting and finding that there were places on my body that made me really feel good. And my trip outdoors had really excited me and I realized that my woohoo was wet. I didn't call it a pussy back then, but I knew some people did. I had very light pubic hair down there, blond, like my head, and my breasts were getting larger. I knew I was now a woman, and I was learning so much about myself, and beginning to understand the possible consequences of being caught naked. But that possibility also added to the excitement. That day, after I came in from the deck I touched myself...down there. If wasn't the first time I touched myself there, but it was the first time I touched myself and realized I was wet. I looked at myself in our full-length mirror in the bathroom and as I looked at my...woohoo, I realized that it looked different than other times. The outer part, now I know them to be vaginal lips, were swollen. And when I touched them it felt really good. So good I kept touching, rubbing really, and it kept feeling better. As I watched my woohoo I saw my lips part and this...thing came into view. It looked kinda like the tip of my pinky, and when I touched it, it REALLY felt good. So I sat on the toilet seat and rubbed some more. My body tingled all over. My nipples were getting big. I have small nipples with a very small areola, but now my nipples started getting longer and harder, and my areola was becoming puffy and had little bumps on them. I know now what was happening, but at that time it was all so new. I touched my left breast with my free hand. It also felt good. I pulled on my nipple as I rubbed faster and faster on what I now know is my clitoris. I spread my legs even further and I felt SO good. I was breathing hard and my butt was coming up off the toilet seat. I couldn't help it. All of a sudden my whole body shook and I was out of control as these...awesome feelings overtook my body. I didn't know what happened. Now I know I had my first orgasm. WOW! While I was at first scared, I knew I wanted to feel like that again. I didn't get to do it again at that time. I heard my mom's car pull into the driveway. I quickly got dressed. I hid out in my bedroom for a while because I knew I was flush from my first orgasm. But that night...I had my second orgasm. And that just escalated my...problem. I masturbated every night, thinking about some guy looking at my naked body. When my folks left for the evening, I found myself wandering around the yard in the dark stark naked. I imagined that my neighbors could see me walking around. I imagined someone was peeking over the fence at me. I even masturbated on the lounge to a very powerful orgasm. I was falling in love with orgasms, and being naked outside. So of course my nakedness escalated some more. The thrill got bigger. I found myself venturing out into the grass of our back yard, wondering if I was being watched. Was that a curtain that moved in that window upstairs next door? And I wasn't being so careful with the front windows anymore. I mean, I wasn't doing anything illegal being naked in my house, was I? If they saw me then they must be a peeping tom. Oh, the thought of a peeping tom really made my orgasms powerful. I even stood in front of the bay window naked...for a bit, and when a car came down the road, I hid behind the curtain, until it was even with my house and then I stepped out. I was always telling myself that no one saw me. Right? I got bolder and bolder. I was wearing a 34C bra. I thought my butt was really cute. Yes, I spent a lot of time looking at myself in the mirror. I liked what I saw. And I started stripping. I mean stripping in my room. I'd put on some music when I got home from school, my mom was working full-time by then, and I imagined myself on stage stripping for a group of men. Or maybe stripping for Jim, that really cute guy in chemistry. I even did a striptease in front of the bay window. And then I had to try something new. Part of the reason our house is kind of secluded and no one could see me in the back yard except my next door neighbor, was that our house backed up to a wooded area. So I started sunbathing on the deck, naked. I was getting an allover tan. And then...I decided to step out. When we were kids, we used to play in those woods. There are a few trails back there and if you kept going, you ended up in the neighborhood behind us. So, one day I walked through our gate and found a path and when I was out of sight of our houses, I took off all my clothes. I started walking down the trail, holding my clothes, looking carefully all around, trying to see if anyone was out there, ready to get dressed in a flash. It was exhilarating I also learned to wear something that I could put on in a hurry. And take off quickly. I had a knit pullover dress that came off and put on very quickly. I wore no underwear. If I got caught I would be quickly dressed and know that I was naked underneath. I would walk down the street in that dress, knowing that I was naked underneath. It was great! And then one day I went to the path, took off my dress and hid it under a rock. This time I would not have the option to quickly put on my dress. I would have to run like the dickens! Or let someone see me. That REALLY excited me! I walked all the way to the other neighborhood. I was still hidden in the woods and was able to see a man mowing his lawn. I stayed there for a long time watching him...and masturbating, imagining him seeing me and coming over to watch me. What would I do? Run? Or let him watch? Pose for him? I came SO hard that day. I never had the courage to allow a man to see me naked, or even flash anyone. I had read about flashing and while that also excited me, fear was an overwhelming factor in doing it by myself. I guess it was my upbringing. A lady wouldn't do that. That's what I always heard my mom saying even as I was walking through the woods naked, which I did all through my senior year in high school on a regular basis when the weather permitted. I even went out one day when it was raining. That was exhilarating. Soaked to the skin took a new meaning. I never dated much in high school. I wasn't a cheerleader even though I thought I had the looks for that. But I didn't have the interest. Believe it or not I was shy and found it hard to talk to boys. The few dates I had tended to be defensive, trying to keep his hands off me. Once again my mom's words came to me. I should save myself for marriage. In my Junior year in college I met Alex. He came from a good family and it was obvious from the start he was also a moral man. Yes, we held hands, and kissed, and hugged, and sometime our hands wandered but we talked very early in our relationship about saving ourselves for marriage. We both went to church regularly and we knew how we should live. And no, I could not reconcile my naked walks with my beliefs. I so much loved my naked walks. Alex asked me to marry him just before our senior year and of course I said yes. I was becoming harder and harder for us to keep our hands off each other and I dreamed about the time that I could show my naked body to him. I wasn't sure I could wait until our wedding night, but as the time drew closer we both were more resolved to wait. It became a point of pride for us. Our wedding was to be in June. Alex got a job with an accounting firm and I was set to do my practice teaching in the fall. My mother was beside herself getting ready for a nice church wedding and all I could think of was our wedding night. Alex would see me naked for the first time on our wedding night. He would be my first, both in sex and the first man to see me naked. For most of my life I had been a wannabe exhibitionist and no man had ever seen me naked. That was about to change. I began to practice for my wedding night. I bought a sexy bra and pantie set, pink, just like me. I practiced taking my clothes off gracefully, which was not that easy. I knew we would be leaving the church in street clothes to go to our honeymoon suite so I could plan my attire well. I thought about a striptease but felt like that would be too blatant. I was excited about taking my clothes off for Alex but I did not want to look like a slut doing it. I knew we would be making love that night, at least I hoped we would, but I wanted it to be memorable from the start. The big day came and the wedding was beautiful. Alex was so handsome and everyone told me how pretty I looked. We suffered through the wedding reception. No, it wasn't so bad, but we were ready to get in each other's pants. It finally came time to change and leave the church and I put my plan into motion. I was so excited as I changed. My special bra and panties looked so good. They felt so good. I felt sexy. And I was already wet. Alex's dad drove us away from the church to his car that he had hidden away so no one would mess with his pride and joy. As soon as we got into his car and were away from his dad's eyes I slid over as close to him as I could. Heck with seatbelts. I was now married and all was fair game now. While I had seen the bulge in his pants before during our frustrating hot and heavy "kissing" sessions, I had never touched it. Now I could. I put my hand on his leg and rubbed, higher and higher. When I reached his bulge I was surprised how nice it felt. We only had about an hour's drive for our honeymoon suite and I rubbed it and stopped, rubbed it and stopped, teasing him. I rubbed my boobs on his arm. He commented on the foreplay that was happening and I told him that this was just the beginning of an awesome night. We giggled, and I continued to take liberties. I didn't take his cock out and I'm sure he was in some pain, but I wanted to see it when he saw me. When we got into the elevator he took me in his arms and we had a passionate kiss. His hands wandered down to my butt and rubbed and it felt so good. I pushed my belly into his hardness. Wow! I wanted that. The elevator stopped before it made it to our floor and a middle-aged couple got on. I guess it was obvious that we had been involved in something hot. They smiled. "We just got married", Alex told them. "Have fun", they called after us as we got off the elevator. We giggled. When we got to our room the nerves hit. For both of us. This is what I had been dreaming of and I'm sure Alex was too. It was about 8:00, still a little early for bed, but then, we weren't really interested in sleeping. "Well," I sighed. "Yeah," he answered nervously. "What do you wanna do?" "You know what I want." "Me, too...So...sit there on the bed. I want you to watch me." He sat and I walked to the center of the room and began to unbutton my blouse. I was looking directly at him as I unbuttoned each button. I had thought about this moment for years. When I came to the last button I pulled it out of my skirt. Yes, my skirt. A skirt can be taken off more gracefully. Remember, I've been planning this for a while. I walked over to the closet and slowly hung it up and smiled and turned back to him and wandered back to my spot. He was intensely watching me the whole time. I winked and moved to the buttons on my skirt. This is going well, I thought. I was a little nervous but I was most excited about him seeing me naked. My first time! I let my skirt drop to the floor and stood there in just my bra and panties for a minute to let him look. And he looked me over well, with a smile on his face. I think he liked what he saw. When his gaze finally made it to my face I smiled and bent down and picked up my skirt want walked again to the closet. All of a sudden my knees were weak. He was looking at my butt. My pantie-covered butt. The sexy pink panties that I had carefully picked out for this moment. I took my time hanging up my skirt. I wanted him to look. I wanted him to anticipate what was coming next. I walked back to my spot. "What next?" I asked. "You know what's next," he answered with a smile. "You want me to take off my bra?" "Of course. I want to see your boobs. I'm allowed to now." "Oh, my." I was nervous. But I knew this was the moment I had been anticipating for a very long time. My bra opened in the front. I had planned it that way. When I unfastened it I let my hands drop to my side. The bra opened a little but stayed put. I shrugged my shoulders and it fell to the floor. He gasped. "You like?" "You...they...I mean...wow! Beautiful!" I let him look. It was even more exhilarating than walking naked through the woods. My husband was admiring my boobs. I turned sideways to let him see how proudly they stood. I cupped them and lifted them up. I rubbed my nipples and they stood out. I wanted him to really see them so I stepped closer to him. I wanted him to touch them, but not yet. Not until I was naked. When he reached out I stepped back. "Not yet," I said and I turned and picked up my bra and walked to the closet. When I walked back I knew my boobs were bouncing a bit. I made a show of it. I was proud of my boobs. I was a 36C now. And then it was time for my panties. This was harder than I thought it would be. I had been shaving my woohoo, my pussy, since I was 18 because I like the way it looked. And it felt so free. Now I was going to let Alex see it. But first I turned around. I was proud of my butt, my ass. I would check it out in the mirror every night. I had practiced this move many times. I looked over my shoulder at Alex and smiled. My hands went to the waist of my panties and slowly began to slide them down. I could feel my butt being exposed. My ass being exposed. I felt so wondrously...dirty. He wasn't looking at my eyes any more. He was looking at my ass as it became exposed. I felt my panties clear the cheeks of my ass and stopped. I saw Alex glance at my eyes and then back down. I pushed the panties to the floor. I didn't bend over as I've seen some pictures of women doing. I felt that was too dirty...right now. I wasn't ready to show my pussy. I flicked my panties up with my foot and caught them. I looked back over at Alex. He looked at me. "Turn around please," he whispered. This was hard. I mean...I had thought about this moment for years. The moment I would show my pussy to a man. And here it was and all of a sudden I was shy. I mean, here I was, already stark naked standing in front of my new husband...but turning around was so hard. I was naked but exposing my pussy would make me...NAKED! I took a big breath and slowly turned around. I couldn't look at him for some reason. I looked over his head. Why was I embarrassed? He had already seen my boobs, my ass, but my pussy? The promised land? I was embarrassed. "Wow," he whispered. "You are beautiful. A goddess. Come here." I finally looked at him and there was a different look on his face. Of awe. Of lust? I took a few steps toward him and he opened his arms and I ran to him. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close and I started crying. I don't know why. Maybe it was a release. Maybe it was a relief that he liked me. I don't know, but I'm sure it confused Alex. "Baby, what wrong?" he asked as he rubbed my ass. Typical male, I thought, laughing. Concerned but taking liberties. Yeah it was a stupid thought. I'm married. We're going to make love in a bit. I want him to rub my ass. "I don't know," I cried, burying my head in his shoulder. He lifted me up and looked me in the face and kissed my forehead. "It's ok." I smiled and said, "Hey, I'm the only one naked here!" And I started unbuttoning his shirt. I hadn't planned this part out but I just did what came naturally. I pulled his shirt off and found his belt buckle and ripped it apart. I unzipped his pants and he lifted his ass as I pulled them off. Whitey-tighties. With a BIG bulge in them. And a wet spot. When I got his pants off...it wasn't easy...I hadn't thought about his shoes and they got all tangled before I managed to get his shoes and sock and pants off. We were laughing our heads off. Then I stopped. I looked at it. His bulge. His cock. Hidden from me by his whitey-tighties. I reached out and rubbed it. It jumped. I grabbed it. It was warm. And hard. And curved. And...nice. I had felt it through his pants before, but this was different. I knew I could just pull them down and see it, but I wanted this moment to last. I had thought about oral sex. Some of my girlfriends said they loved to do it but others were grossed out. I decided that I wanted to try it. I leaned over and kissed it through his underwear. Wow! I took his waistband and slowly started to lower it, just like I did with my panties. I had to lift it up to get over his bulge. And then, there it was. The head of his...cock. Wet, peeking out...like a helmet...with a slit between it. It was...beautiful. I kissed it. It had a musty smell. But it wasn't so bad. Some girls hated the smell. How could anyone hate anything about the man they loved? I lowered them down his shaft and once again he lifted his butt...his ass, and I slipped them off. Now we were both naked. He was reclined on the bed, on his elbows, with his legs spread apart, letting me look. And I did. Those are his balls, I thought. I reached out and cradled them. Amazing. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to handle them but I rolled them around and the moved up his shaft. I kissed his shaft. And licked all the way up. He leaned back and sighed. Wannabe Exhibitionist Ch. 01 I knew I didn't know what I was doing but I had read a little about blow jobs. I took it in my mouth and sucked a little. I put my hands under his ass and pulled him in. I sucked on it and it seemed to come alive. I thought, it's hard...but it's so soft. What a strange thing. He groaned. "Baby, if you keep doing that I'm going to cum right here. And I don't wanna cum now. We have a lot to do first." He pulled me up and all of a sudden I was on the bottom and he was kissing my boobs. Oh wow! I could feel my nipples getting hard and it felt so good. Much better than my hands. I grabbed his head and held his there. Well, this story is about me being a wannabe exhibitionist and I'm sure you can imagine what happened next, but that's private. Yes, I understand the irony of that statement, me talking about my experiences being stark naked, but what we did next was hard...and exciting...and satisfying...and private. At this time I didn't know that my exhibitionist tendencies were just beginning. Would you like to hear more about my wannabe exhibitionism?