Exhibitionism under controlled circumstances, for a limited audience (each other) can be quite stimulating. Of course, serious exhibitionists don't consider that exhibitionism at all.
On one occasion, I was saying goodbye to herself in front of her mother's house after a date. I forget where we'd gone. She were wearing a dressier dress than her normal habit, with what I thought was only a slightly lower neckline than usual. As she came around my car to say goodbye, though, she leaned on the window sill - and her neckline fell open, far further open than I thought it could, to reveal that she was wearing neither slip nor bra, and maybe not panties either. Her lovely body was suddenly fully displayed (to me alone), nude from collarbone to collarbone, neck to navel and beyond, on the street in broad daylight!
God! So much skin, so unexpectedly exposed in such a public place... She took my breath away! "I can see down to your waist!" I said, stupidly.
Her eloquent reply, made with a mischevious smile, was "So?"
So I think she may understand what I'm talking about here. That was a moment I'll remember all my life, and I thank you for giving it to me.
On a tangent, here's an anecdote from a Female Exhibitionist's Handbook:
I called the pizza place, then jumped into the shower to wet myself down. Al kept watch and as the delivery guy pulled up to the house, he had me get into position. Al sat in the living room, where he could see the front door through the window, and me through the door to the entry way. When the doorbell rang I counted to twenty and opened it.
I was standing there with one towel wrapped around my head, and another barely large enough - covering my torso. The towel was not quite long enough, and showed a bare strip along one side of my body, facing the delivery guy.
I had to make an exaggerated effort to keep the towel in place. The delivery guy watched me with big eyes, and held the pizza box out to me in one hand and his bag under one arm.
I reached out with my free hand and took the box, then turned away to set it down on the floor behind me. To do so I bent way over at the waist. With the tiny towel barely covering me as it was I gave him an excellent view [...]
I paused for several seconds, as if unaware that I was doing it. Then staggered forward, giving him only a slightly reduced display, and grabbed for my checkbook. My fumbling pushed it off the table and as I tried to grab it - with both hands - the towel fell off.
I fell on my butt, with my crotch and breasts exposed to this guy. I quickly grabbed the towel and covered myself, blushing. I got up again, apologizing, and managed to cover myself with the towel.
I filled out the check and gave the guy a healthy tip. I could feel him staring at the towel the whole time, trying to will it to fall off again.
When he started to turn and leave, I turned too and, leaving the door open, bent forward again to pick up the pizza. I glanced through my legs as I did so, to catch him watching. Then I kicked the door closed with one foot and took the pizza in to Al. We ate it naked.
I'm of two minds about this behavior. In a way, the poor pizza guy is being victimized. He wasn't asked if he wanted to be a part of her sex fantasies. Had the roles been reversed, most people would have called it sexual harassment; some might have called it a form of rape.
But then, that's just one of many ways that men and women are different. Most men would have been too grateful to feel victimized.
Don't worry. I don't feel a need to go there.
On the other hand, if I'm such a shy person, why am I posting this document? Why did I even write it?
There are a number of similar sites, like All About My Vagina , and I have found them quite helpful: It's a low-embarrassment way to learn about untried options and get the point of view of people who've tried them. If anyone else would find it similarly helpful to read my musings on the subject, I don't mind. Is this exhibitionism?
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