Texas Stewardess Acts Out Her Exhibitionist Fantasy at a Spring Break Amateur Strip Contest
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The original story with a Lingerie and Nude pic of me is HERE: https://imgur.com/sgZeHsX
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.
And truth be known, I've been an exhibitionist all my life. Even as a child, my parents could not keep clothes on me. They thought I’d outgrow it by the time I started school but that didn’t happen. 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 or tennis shoes were the extent of my after-school attire whether I was doing my homework, helping my Mamma in the kitchen or her garden, or helping my Papa in his shop in the big barn.
In fact, keeping clothes on me took so much energy, that my parents eventually relented and let me go naked, inside or out, even around our two full time ranch hands. By the time my Papa hired a third worker, he just cautioned the young man to expect to see a naked girl running around. In those early days, my exhibitionism was innocent, but that changed as I matured and it became more sexualized.
When I got my dream job as a flight attendant, and after gaining the courage to act on my exhibitionist fantasies, I started taking advantage of my layovers by first masturbating for male flight attendants that I felt safe with who told me they would like to watch me. With my confidence increasing, I even stripped, one night, for my pilots on a visit to the cockpit on the long all-nighter to Europe. And then later on the layover, I serendipitously met one of those pilots in a bar, near the hotel, that was frequented by airline crew. He was a very handsome Latino man to whom I found myself very attracted.
Before I finished my glass of Tequila, I told him that what I did in the cockpit was supposed to be a segue into something more intimate. Well, it was like he read my mind because he said he would die a happy man if I'd pleasure myself in front of him. It was like we were completely in tune with each other's needs. He was a wonderful audience with a gift for sexual talk and compliments. I gave him my best nude dance and masturbation show and he, in turn, told me he’d never seen anything so naturally erotic. I make few exceptions in crossing some lines when I perform for men but that was a special night and I had more than one orgasm, and not all of them by my own hand!
So from my early airline layover experiences, I learned what men most liked and concentrated on those things. It was no surprise to me when men said they liked watching me strip from my actual stewardess uniform. But they also told me they liked the way I danced nude, which I love to do anyway, wearing just heels and, sometimes, thigh high stockings. But, mainly, I love to share my masturbation experience and I think it shows in the way I perform for men. Each orgasm I have, knowing that someone is watching, is wonderful and special.
Also, the compliments I received from men were overwhelmingly positive and only fed my seemingly insatiable appetite to share my masturbation orgasms. I liked my job as a flight attendant and always looked forward to new layovers and adventures but having what seemed like endless possibilities to act on my fantasies was like living in exhibitionist Candyland.
So as fantasies go, I eventually started looking to masturbate for strangers, that is, men that I would meet for the first time on a layover, and 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 I sipped on a glass of fantasy releasing Tequila.
I'll never forget how it went. He had told me that I was one of the nicest and prettiest flight attendants he'd served at his bar.
"So you like flight attendants do you?" I said in a teasing way. "Is it because of the uniform?"
"For one, certainly. I admit ya'll are a turn on to me. To most men, I think."
Tequila, my exhibitionist elixir, quietly yet boldly released from my lips the words, "Have you ever had the fantasy of watching a stewardess strip from her uniform?"
I slowly raised my eyes to meet his not a foot from mine. He studied me for sincerity, said nothing, and raised his eyebrows in interest, signaling me to go on.
"Would you like to watch me? My name is Yvonne."
"Hell yes, I'd like to watch you, Yvonne. My name is Brian. It's a pleasure to meet you. Are you for real?”
I smiled and nodded.
“I don't get off until eleven. Does that work?"
"It does, Brian, and it's nice to meet you."
I wrote my room number on a napkin, signed it 'Stewardess Yvonne', and left a lipstick lips imprint on it.
I tried to pay him but he kindly comped my drinks. I left a tip on the bar and walked back to my room almost in disbelief that I was about to strip out of my uniform for a man that I'd met only an hour before. To Brian, I had said nothing about masturbating. Besides, I hoped it would make a nice surprise.
He knocked on my door a little after eleven with a gift of premium Tequila, I invited him in and he poured two glasses of Tequila for us. After a wonderful little party where I stripped from my uniform and danced naked for him, I told him I wanted to thank him for the gift of Tequila by doing something special.
He answered, and with a side of sarcasm saying, "As if watching a gorgeous flight attendant strip and dance naked isn’t enough!"
I laughed and said, "Well, thank you, but I’m asking you to indulge me in something else."
"By all means, I'm in an indulgent mood,"
I laughed again and told him to pull his chair up next to the bed . I told him that, although I had just met him, I felt very comfortable. He quipped that it was probably because he was the good ole trusted bartender. I told him that maybe that was it and that I wanted to share something with him.
With that, I laid down on the bed in front of him and, resting my ankles on his knees, let my legs fall slowly open.
“It’s OK”, I said sincerely. “I want you to look and tell me what you like.”
“My God, you have a beautiful pussy”, he complimented. “And I loved your trimmed landing strip the moment as I saw it.”
I smiled, “Thank you, I’m lucky in that it’s mostly natural. I just trim it for length.”
“Well, I’m a fan, Yvonne. I could look at you all day..”
“Then this is for you”, I said, and pinched and pulled on my labia, laid my head back, and closed my eyes.
“You are an amazing woman, Yvonne. I love your willingness to share yourself like this. Show me your clit. It looks amazing peaking out like that.”
I pulled up on the skin over my rather prominent clit.
“Damn, Yvonne. What a marvelous pearl! I’d give anything to watch you play with it.”
“That was the indulgence I was talking about, Brian. I want you to watch me masturbate. I'm doing it for you.”
I played with myself for a long time trying to make this real-life exhibitionist fantasy last but eventually, the lightest stroking of my clit felt imminently orgasmic so I let loose and fast-fingered to a fantastic exhibitionist orgasm.
"Most beautiful thing I've seen a woman do. You're amazing. Just marvelous. You orgasm exquisitely."
I felt so rewarded for my evening’s efforts. To top off my night, my new bartender friend treated me by stroking himself to a marvelous squirt as I danced and posed nude for him, complete with unhooded clit and labia spread views of my pussy that he asked for right before he came.
After that night, after that intimate experience with a person I had just met, I became hooked on the thrill of performing for total strangers, that is, men that I would meet at my layover hotel or maybe even another nearby hotel or bar.
Then one time on a Tampa layover, and what the theme of this story is, 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 walked onto the stage. I thought my lingerie looked good on me and the cheers of the crowd let me know. Before the strip contest, I had been fantasizing and masturbating at home for a week, but in my hopes of fulfilling my on stage fantasy, I hadn't allowed myself to climax to save myself for the event. But even with my hormones raging, it still took me a long time to cum. On top of being nervous, it was hard to achieve 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 you’re shaking them.." 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 or you might lose it. Besides, 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 natural 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 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 tingling my 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.
Except for some of the more vocal guys up close, the large crowd actually got quieter, I think in anticipation of hearing my cries of pleasure.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on cumming. I was very close and they knew it. My head was slowly starting to rise upward as my neck tightened. I felt my face flush. My breathing ceased. I tried to keep a steady rhythm but my hand started going spastic. I felt my tits doing the same. My arm was getting tired and it frustrated me but I wasn’t going to stop until I came..
“Holy Sh.., I can’t believe this. She’s gonna cum. ”
“Stroke that pussy, Babe. Make it cum. Do it. Do it.”
“Yeah, Baby, yeah. Give us a squirt.”
It put me over the top. 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 my butt, 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 felt like it was on fire but the wonderful applause and cheers I received made the entire effort worth it.
Exhausted by my 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, pulling in big gulps of air to replenish my lungs.
I accepted the unsolicited help of someone who placed my dangling right heel back on my foot as well as the men who pushed my legs back up onto the stage and into a split that would have been hard to maintain on my own. I threw my arms back over my head, laid back, still 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 unhooded my prominent, swollen clit and pinched and pulled my labia wings forward and then wide to open my vagina for men peering in and demanding 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 with others joining in, straightening my leg back out, “No. No. No. We wanna see it!” _________________________________________________________________
P.S. I lost my panties during my striptease which is why I'm laughing in the backstage photo you see of me with no panties.
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 couldn't curl my toes and wound up launching them into the audience and never saw them again!