Wow. Another great story.

Another amazing story Amy Sue. You capture every emotion and detail so the reader is there with you. You are a very beautiful lady with fantastic experiences to share

Thank you for complimenting my album.
 

Du bringst mich zum Erröten, Udo.
Vielen Dank, dass Sie mein Album erwähnt haben.
-Amy Sue

Still at it?
 

I am no longer in my prime, but I have not stopped looking for fun. At least still likely to catch me naked around the house - but I've attached an older picture out of courtesy.

THANKS TO YOU ALL!
 

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Originally Posted by cufan86 (Post 3305461) Wow. Another great story.

Amy Sue:
My appreciation is attached. (And I think I finally figured out what the cu stands for.)


Mustardseed:
"That sounds incredible! Imagine how amazing it would be if the guys stripped you completely naked and several were kissing you all over wearing only your stockings with an audience!"
Amy Sue:
That thought alone is incredibly arousing.


25baja:
"Another amazing story Amy Sue. You capture every emotion and detail so the reader is there with you. You are a very beautiful lady with fantastic experiences to share"
Amy Sue:
I am honored by your level of appreciation, and your critique.

Thanks again
 

Thank you for the latest adventure.
I am enjoying the tales and following along with great interest.

I have always had a fantasy of having my partner laid out on a table while a handful of men slowly strip away her clothes and fondle her, with a room full of onlookers enjoying the show.

This is that fantasy on Steroids, had they gone a little further.

We have never managed to find the opportunity yet but did once attend a sex workshop where about 30 of us gathered round a table and watched one guy demonstrate stimulation techniques that brought this woman to a rather explosive orgasm. It was hot… for all of us!

Amy Sue, I have been here for a long time.
Every once in a while, a thread appears that catches fire.
Your thread is one of those.
I, and I am sure many others, I look forward daily to seeing your updates and pictures.

Thx, beutifuk lady!
 

Dear Amy Sue, I am firmly of the opinion that you had a great body as a young girl and then as a young woman, but even more so a great personality.

It would be a shame if you only showed yourself naked at home now, because everyone is getting older.

Dare - continue to show yourself naked - outside, in photos, in front of your partner and others...

I firmly believe that even now you look great, have a great character and, above all, still have the desire to show yourself to all of us.

If I saw you, I would simply ask you to get naked and then ask if I could photograph and film you naked.

Not more but also not less.

You were, are and always will be a great, erotic, sensual woman.

The Quivering Dead
 

Wow, that workshop must have been amazing! I have never had, or made, an opportunity to be a part of such a thing. When I was trying to get work as an actress, I ended up as a body in a morgue in an independent film shot in Savannah in the 90's. Other than the fact that it was way too cold in that room, it was wild laying out nude on a table for the better part of 2 days while they worked out the scene around me. But other than some makeup, there was no touching. It was very sterile and professional. A woman would bring me robe between takes. And the dead are not allowed to shiver, breathe... or have orgasms. I was so stimulated, it was hard to suppress it all.

Loving every minute of it!
 

I am having a great experience sharing my story. I believe it has been relatable and appreciated by some, or in someway enjoyable to others. But to have someone of experience comment as you have is overwhelming, in the best way. Anyone reading this can understand how wonderful it would be to have people tell you that what you are doing is special and good. With the purest sincerity, I thank you and all who have indulged me.

Also, would you grant me some advice? I feel bad when I don't acknowledge comments, questions, and compliments. But I fear upsetting some if I overwhelm the thread with what many may consider non-story related chatter. I love all of the interaction, but I don't know what is best. Sorry to put you on the spot, but your thoughts would be appreciated by myself and others.

Ha ha ha
 

Not only do you have class and charisma, you also have a good pinch of humor. You as a bookend - very nice! :-)

Do what you feel
 

Love the bookends! The answer to your conundrum seems to me to be to do what you feel. If you like interacting, then do. Some posts/responses maybe just need a Thanks - others you may want to speak more fully to, as you have. Just know that we out here in cyber-land are appreciating you and your posts.

Bookends
 

Thank you! The bookends are from my attempt at making a calendar. I never finished it. I hope to someday.

Advice
 

Thanks so much for the advice. It is very reassuring. I have a habit of taking things too far sometimes, if that hasn't already been obvious...

I would never presume to speak for everyone here, but my observation is that there are threads in the Forum that could be called open, for example Nudity in the Theater and Art, where any one and everyone is encouraged to bring things to share, and then there are thread such as this one where you are narrating your story and others get to appreciate and comment on your tale.

At this point, this is your thread. You started it and we are are here for your story. The fact that you provide photo's with it is exceptional. Most don't have pictures, especially ones that are as easy on the eyes as yours. You have filled 5+ pages in four days with narrative and comments. You definitely have a captive audience

I think everyone that comments would like to be recognized or at least thanked for their input. I think everyone here would agree that you should feel free to respond to anyone you want. Who knows, someone might say something that will rekindle an additional memory for you to share, and we will all benefit from that.

IMHO You go ahead and do what you want. I'm willing to wait and I am sure the others here will wait, too.

Replies
 

Thank you for your astute advice. I have received thoughts on this from several people, and it all matches with what you have put so well.

You are right that comments can put stories in mind. This has happened many times. And I like to reveal things about myself that relate.

Everyone has been so nice. Thanks, All!

It's great to experience such a beautiful lady who willingly reveals more and more details about herself and her sexuality - plus these wonderful photos!

So we are all helped - she tells and shows herself very openly, as an exhibitionist likes to do - and we are all a bit voyeur, learn intimate secrets that not everyone would share, see a beautiful body. That's how we all enjoy. Let's see how intimate stories and photos will become.

Here a beautiful photo with her beautiful face and sexy arousing chest! Love to see it!

Please more, more, more - if you want to tell and show! We all hope so! Thx!

The Evolution of an Exhibitionist, Part 9
 

Part 9: The Bottomless Girl of Alcatraz
(mid 2000s)

We had been to San Francisco many times for Brandon’s work, but we had never really taken a vacation there and experienced the city the way we would like. But in the summer of 2006, I insisted on it. San Francisco is a place where one can find all kinds of adventures. It would be too much to now tell of all that we got into there that week, but I have included a few of the highlights.

I decided to go all out. I packed my sexiest outfits and planned to indulge myself in the famously progressive city. I even chose a hotel with a private room, but a shared bathroom down the hall. You can probably imagine what I wore to the shower every day. I wanted to have the kind of experiences I had when I was younger. For the work trips, I had to be at least somewhat careful around the hotel. I could leave the curtains open, and have a little fun, but no naked trips to the ice machine, or fooling around on the balcony. Those hotels were covered by Brandon’s work, and had lots of co-workers around. But this trip to San Francisco was for me.

I had heard that Baker Beach was a nude beach from where you could see the Golden Gate Bridge. So, I wore a thin white top and a white skirt with no panties. We rented bikes and went on a great self-guided tour of the city that included a stop at the beach.

After several other stops, we finally arrived at the beach in mid-afternoon and left our bikes against a chain-link fence where other bikes were parked. We walked through the non-nude part to where we thought the nude beach would be. There were hundreds of people around, but we never saw anyone naked. I was disappointed and was not going to leave without the picture I had planned with the Golden Gate Bridge in the background. I wanted to copy a picture I had seen when reading about the beach. I would have my back to the camera, facing the bridge, with my arms over my head. So, I told Brandon how I wanted the picture to look, then I stripped down and posed. Being the only one naked around so many people was amazing, and felt kind of empowering.

After we got the picture, I didn’t want to leave. I decided to hang out until somebody told me I couldn’t be naked. I played around on the beach and in the water for a while, then I laid out in the sun and did some people watching. Nobody ever said anything to me, or even seemed to care that I was naked. It would have been nice to get a little bit of a reaction out of somebody, but I still wished every beach was like this.

When we left, I put on my skirt, but Brandon playfully wouldn’t give me my shirt. This was fun for most of the walk back. But as I started to see families, and knew this part of the beach could not be nude, I wrestled my shirt back. When we got near the fence where we left the bikes, I saw a group of young men parking their bikes in the same place. I asked Brandon to get some more pictures of me with the bridge. It was not a good angle of the bridge, but I didn’t care. I really just wanted to have some fun with the boys who were behind Brandon, watching me.

That night, we had planned a visit to a famous adult theater. I had seen a documentary about the Mitchell Brothers and the O’Farrell theater, and I was fascinated. Over the years, we had been to a couple of adult bookstores, sex shops, and a strip club or two. But we had never really been to an establishment quite like this.

I dressed in all black, with a petticoat, panties, bra, thigh high stockings, and a leather jacket that just came up short of covering my panties. My petticoat was made of tulle, so it was completely transparent. It was designed to be worn under a skirt to poof it out. But I went without the skirt. And the jacket had a wide V front with only one button at about my waistline. So, there was no hiding my bra, panties, or what I was up to.

We walked the 20 or so blocks to the theater. I got a lot of attention on the street. San Francisco has a remarkable amount of foot traffic. At the theater, we first sat and watched a porno movie for a few minutes. Brandon and I sat together in the front row and two guys soon moved from where they had been and sat on each side of us. They both, let’s say… ‘had their hands full’ and were stroking themselves. I think they were waiting to see if I would help them. In some ways I thought it might be fun to reach over. How wild that would be. But for the most part, it all just seemed too dirty. Nor had Brandon and I discussed what to do if guys approached us. But we had been talking about going into the back room with one of the girls.

I felt bad that my outfit must be misleading the guys, but I was having a great time just watching them. Soon we headed to the main room to watch the strippers. On our way there, a guy stopped us and asked if we wanted to leave and go party with him. We pretended to think about it, then told him that we couldn't. As we moved on, Brandon asked if I saw what the guys were doing in the theater. He said he was surprised that happened. I told him it is exactly what I thought would happen.

We sat up front and watched the strip show that was taking place with 3 girls on a round rotating stage. As it would come around where they could reach me, the girls would touch my legs and arms and try to pull me to the stage, but I stayed in my seat. After a few minutes, the girls left the stage and surrounded me. They pulled me to my feet, turned me toward the room, and opened my jacket to expose me in my bra and panties to the crowd. One of them commented that she could tell I came to play. I was blushing very much as they caressed me all over to please the crowd and try to convince us to go with them to the back room.

One of them held me from behind and breathed in my ear while she reached over my shoulder and slid her hand into my bra. She massaged my breast and played with my nipple while everyone in the room got excited. I was tingling all over. I could not stop my wide nervous smile, which was so intense it hurt. My face was very red, but I was loving it.

I know they just wanted to get us in the back to get more money out of us, but I was now convinced it would be worth it. I kept looking at Brandon to see if he agreed we should go with them. But in the end, we chickened out. Mostly because we had spent too much money on the trip already, and we did not have a lot back then. But I wish we could have done it. It was one of the sexiest nights of my life, and it could have been even more.

We had attracted so much attention that when we left, we took a cab home. Too many people were following me and making offers. It would not have been safe to walk back to the hotel.

Considering everything we got into on that trip, I find it ironic that it was one of the innocent touristy things that turned out to be the best exhibitionist experience on the trip. We took a ferry out to Alcatraz to tour the historic prison.

Other than our evening trip to the O’Farrell, I had gone without panties on this vacation, in large part to take advantage of the fact that San Francisco is a very windy city. I expected that the ferry out to Alcatraz would offer some good fun for me and my short breezy skirt. It was windy, and the boat ride had a few mildly exciting moments, but nothing compared to what was to come.

On the island, we took an audio tour. We were each given a tape player with headphones, and directed to move through the prison without a tour guide. We were grouped with other people. Everyone was moving at their own pace, but we stayed with the larger group for the most part. I was fascinated with the prison and the unusual nature of the tour.

When we stepped outside into the exercise yard, I was mixed in with the tight crowd through a bottleneck because one group was moving into the yard and another group was heading back inside. As our group started to spread out, and I headed for the workshop across the yard, I was hit with such a powerful wind, I nearly lost my balance. It was hard to see as my hair was whipping me in the face, and I realized my skirt was now up around my breasts. I had found the windiest place on Earth. If I didn’t have arms, my skirt would have launched over my head and out into the bay.

I stood among a couple dozen people that realized I was now naked from my belly button down. This was far beyond the fun I tried to set up on the boat. I was a complete mess, tangled in my own hair and skirt while trying to keep my hair from whipping my eyes. Out of instinct I reached down for my skirt, but it was more up under my arms. I tried to grab it to pull it down, but was also struggling to keep my balance and not drop the tape player. I was so discombobulated and exhilarated I started to shake and bounce my legs while crying with laughter.

Several people came to help me and we engaged in an awkward effort to pull my skirt down as I was shuffled back toward to door. I could feel that I was still exposed as I climbed the steep stairs into the building, and heard a guy behind me let out a loud, “Whoo!”.

Back inside, I could not stop laughing. Which I later thought really helped everybody enjoy the encounter instead of us all having to take an uncomfortable ferry ride back across the bay. We were able to joke about it instead. I was delighted and told my new friends that the wind was quite refreshing. Except for the nightmare that was my hair, I found the whole windy experience to be magnificently enlivening.

Even though I relished the whole event, I somehow thought I should be mad that Brandon didn’t help me at all. I later had to ask him about it. He said that he didn’t think I would have really wanted his help. I knew I couldn’t be mad… he was right.




Pictures included:

Brushing hair at the hotel window. (I couldn’t see into the office building across the alley, but I like to think they could see me.)

On the rented bike headed for Baker Beach.

In front of the San Francisco Conservatory of Flowers, on the way to the beach.

The postcard style picture I wanted of me with the bridge.

Only one naked sunning on the beach.

Posing for the bicyclists watching from behind the camera.

My O’Farrell outfit. (No pictures from the theater night, but this is what I was wearing from the waist down. This is the wrong top in this picture.)

At the bay before heading to the ferry to Alcatraz.

Another day flashing near the bridge. (Facing the gift shop. Lots of people saw me.)

At the hotel with my backpack, getting ready to go for a run. (Long story for another time.)

I think this is my favourite thread on OCC.

Amy Sue your story of your trip to San Francisco is great. The wind blowing up your dress in amazing. This had to be the most erotic for you being exposed to so many people seemingly by accident and then having to spend the rest of the trip knowing that they all saw you almost naked. I have been on the Alcatraz tour and only wish I saw such a sexy lady naked. The picture of you at the Golden Gate Bridge is amazing. Thanks for sharing your experiences with all of us. I can't wait for the next story.

Worth a life sentence
 

If I ever needed a reason to be sentenced to life in Alcatraz this may be it… lol

Very steamy story and the thrill you must have got from the theatre situation would have had you trembling with excitement I am sure.

The few times I have been in a situation with that much sexual stimulation around us has left me with adrenaline surging through me.

It’s the old adage the hunt is far better than the kill. Although a rather seedy atmosphere I am sure the thrill one gets by just the intense teasing can be better than the after thoughts if you had gone further.
It’s all about the comfort level and then pushing the boundaries.

Amazing tale again and “Love” the pics.
You are a lovely sight to see. Would have enjoyed being lucky enough to be along for the tour that day.

Thank you!
 

You are too sweet.

Showing My Gratitude
 

Thanks so much. You always have such nice comments. I'm glad you liked the Golden Gate Bridge picture. It didn't come out as well as I had planned, but I like it very much.

The Alcatraz experience was wonderfully fun. The wind was ferocious. Everybody was struggling with it, but my situation attracted the most attention. When you were there, was it as windy in that exercise yard? Later I was told it is always very windy there. I'm surprised they didn't warn us go in, but I enjoyed how the events played out.

I like to gamble with the wind in this way. This attached picture is from that same year, but in Florida. I was leaving a nude beach and headed into town to walk around and have lunch. I wrapped my sarong around me and let the wind determine how exciting the day would be. It was not as intense as Alcatraz, but it was another thrilling day.

The Hunt
 

Thank you for the insightful feedback. You are absolutely right. The teasing and the lead up can be the best part. For most of my adventures, it is hard to beat the anticipation. I love to imagine all the different ways the events can play out. It is so arousing. Even the fear and potential embarrassment add to my experience. I find it all so stimulating. I am a little ashamed to admit that I spend much of my free time lying around dreaming up ways to bring my fantasies to life.

WOW! WOW! WOW!
 

It's almost unbearable: The stories are so arousing and make us curious for more!

The photos - more and more erotic and openhearted - like this one, for example. Always without bra, most pics outside, plus this beautiful face. Keep going, please, thank you! Bea and I will be hooked!

I have been to Alcatraz Island twice in different years and time of year and it is always like a mini tornado in the exercise yard. Thanks for your responses to not only my posts but to everyone who replies. Your stories are amazing and I can't wait for the next chapter.

For what its worth, I definitely have a thing for older women! Great photos and stories, please keep em coming!

Another One
 

Thank you, Udo. Here is another of me outside with face and no bra. :)

Replies about Replies
 

Thank you for the feedback about the exercise yard, and your gracious comments.

Cheers,
Amy Sue

Still Having Fun
 

Thank you, Karl. I'll try to continue to include some more recent things. This one is not current exactly, but it doesn't go back too far. I had volunteered to help hang plastic on the walls when I was having my floors refinished. I think it's cute.

Stunning.

I am Loving the pics, Amy Sue
You are lovely and very kind to respond to so many comments.

Yes, it's right, but...
 

Yes, it's right, but... she looks nearly like a young girl, not an older woman. I love her stories and ALL her pics.

Agree. Great stories and the photos are a wonderful enhancement.

Much Gratitude
 

Thank you all for the wonderful comments. You truly make me feel beautiful!

The Evolution of an Exhibitionist, Part 10
 

Part 10: Reflecting on Sex
(mid 1980s)

One of my responsibilities on Gator Growl was to log video from the event. I got this assignment because I said I worked in my high school AV department. I lied. I had no idea what I was doing.

I had heard a rumor about a guy named Steve. It was said that Steve had a 2-way mirror in his bedroom, and he would let people watch when he had a girl in his room. I did not believe this. But I could not stop thinking about it. Steve was tall, handsome, a bit out of my league, but I became obsessed with Steve and his mirror.

Steve was the camera man for much of what we recorded at Gator Growl, so I believed volunteering for the video project would mean I would work with him. I was right. We spent many hours together over several weeks. This gave me the time I needed to work my way into Steve’s bedroom. I wore some of my most revealing outfits (that I could get away with in public), and my flirting was at a level that he soon realized I had no interest in the video project.

I had for years been exploring my sexuality, as young girls do. But during my tumultuous freshman year at college, I explored men. Or more accurately, boys. Arguably still a virgin when I arrived, and with no female friends with whom I could really discuss such matters, I was left to figure it all out myself, and with help from the guys I met at college. It is not hard to understand what boys want. I just didn’t know that most girls generally did not do exactly what the boys wanted. My willingness, or desire to please, guided my sexual development.

My whole life, even to this day, I have been a pushover. I am easily influenced. I am now well aware of this, but I have had little success changing this habit. It is just who I am. Although, I do sometimes try to adjust. For example, my major was elementary education. Through college I would sometimes intern at elementary schools. At one point I was reading A Clockwork Orange. But I had to stop. I found myself wanting to be mean to the kids. I believe this was the influence of the book. I must surround myself with good people and positive situations, or I know I can head down a bad road.

Steve was not a bad guy, but he did have a lot of ideas about girls. And I was throwing myself at him. It was only our second session in the video control room when I went down on him. I thought that is just what all girls did. And swallowing was something all girls did. This became my signature move. (It is a miracle I made it through the 1980s.) But I think this is what eventually got a nerdy little girl invited to Steve’s apartment.

Steve had an apartment off campus. Most, if not all of the building was occupied by students, including the apartment on the other side of his bedroom wall. On the way in we spent some time with his friends in the hallway while I drank a beer.

When I entered Steve’s bedroom, I felt my heart rate increase because I saw a large mirror above his dresser. I immediately noticed it was attached to the wall, not the dresser.

I started to think the whole 2-way mirror rumor may actually be true. I was kind of appalled, but also aroused. I thought this was so wrong, but I wanted to be a part of it. Steve cleared off his bed and kicked some mess into the closet while I undressed. My focus was on the mirror. I wasn’t putting on a strip show, but I was making an effort to be sexy. If anyone was watching, they must have thought I knew, or I was really into myself. Just before turning my attention to Steve, I pushed up my boobs and stuck my tongue out at the mirror.

Steve left the lights on. I was still very inexperienced, but I gave it my all, while focused on that mirror. I usually don’t like to be crude, but there is no better way to put it: I fucked him like people were watching.

Over the next few weeks, I visited Steve’s room often. The whole secret sex show idea, real or imagined, was captivating.

I found what I thought was more evidence that it was true. People from next door were always hanging out in the hallway outside of his apartment. They seemed interested in me as I would come through the hall. Steve always left the lights on. I had found that the mirror was firmly attached to the wall, not just hanging. And there was an incident at my sorority house. One morning while putting on my make up in the bathroom mirror, one of my sisters (who didn’t like me) was next to me looking at herself in the mirror. She pushed her boobs up and stuck her tongue out, then turned and walked away. That was my move. I did that into Steve’s mirror several times.

I could not bring myself to just ask Steve or his friends about it. But I would try to engage his friends in conversation to see if they would reveal anything. I even tried to work my way into the neighboring apartment once when we were all hanging out in the hallway, but that attempt failed. It did seem like they didn’t want me in there.

Eventually Steve lost interest in me. And my visits to the exhibition room came to an end. I thought I would one day hear about him getting caught with his mirror trick. But that never happened. Although, after too many drinks at a party, I was working my signature move on one of the guys from Steve’s apartment building. I asked him about the mirror rumor. He thought this was very funny, and said it was not true. But he said Steve would video tape girls with a camera hidden in his closet. He had seen some of the tapes, although he said he had not seen me.

Today, I’m convinced there was no 2-way mirror. The expense, construction, and overall logistics just don’t seem plausible. These guys could never keep that secret. And I have since seen 2-way mirrors. Those I saw were easy to spot. Hard to see who or what is on the other side, but easy to tell something is back there. But for an 18-year-old college freshman, those few weeks were a fun mystery. A sexy adventure. And maybe he still has a tape of a weird little girl that liked to tease his mirror and watch her own reflection while giving him her all.



As I have stated a few time before, most of my pictures from college were in an album that was destroyed in a hurricane years ago. But I like to include pictures when I can. So, I attach a random picture of me that was taken around the time of this story.

:)
 

Amy Sue, I love your stories and your recent pics. I think they both look great, but the more recent ones are what really turn me on.

Mac

Thanks again for a great story and Steve obviously had it all figured out by the sounds of it. I may have continued my education had I known the full list of courses available.

The photo is way too cute and reminds me of one of my early crushes from about the same era. I only wish she had had your sense of adventure as she too was a good girl but ensured she kept that reputation - 2nd base was all I managed.

All Smiles
 

Thanks, Mac. Here is another somewhat more recent picture I like.

Relatable
 

Thanks for sharing a little bit about your experience. It would be delightful to read the full story. I romanticize that time in my life, and I love that many of us can relate.

- And your "way too cute" comment gave me such a nice feeling.