Experiences that created an Exhibitionist/Voyeur
 

I had just turned 18 and was at my parents' friend's house. I don't recall why, but my parents and their male friend were not at the house when this occurred. The female friend around 35 years old, asked me if I wanted to play some cards while waiting for them to return...I agreed.

She grabbed the cards and decided that we would sit on the carpeted floor to play. As she sat down, she opened her legs wide, extended them out in a wide straight legged "V", allowing her to deal the cards in front of her. I did the same, leaving the area between us clear. That's when I noticed something that absolutely would affect the rest of my life.

Seated the way she was, in loose-fitting, wide-legged gym shorts, I had an unobstructed view up both legs of her shorts. She wasn't wearing any underwear! Her entire pussy was right there for my viewing pleasure; despite the big black bush she had. I found it difficult to look away and quite certain she knew it. The view in front of me showed her fully exposed pussy gaping wide open, her shorts hardly blocking anything. This was the first time I had ever seen the "real live pussy" of a mature woman up close, only a couple of feet away. I'm pretty certain she had done it on purpose, for her own pleasure and to tease me...mission accomplished!

My dick began growing instantly. I also wore gym shorts and would have probably been exposed as well, but in those young days, I wore the tighty-whiteys that most everyone wore. Maybe a little bit of my balls and a few stray pubes were visible, but not much more. We played several games of Rummy, my view never changing, nor my hard-on ever subsiding. There is no doubt that she was aware of the tent my fully engorged, young cock was making in my shorts. I saw her taking extended looks at my crotch, while also glancing up frequently, confirming that my eyes were fixated on her exposure. After that day I became a voyeur. Nothing excited me more than a peek of a boob, ass or pussy, accidentally exposed to my eyes.

I was hooked for life.

A short time after that, I had an experience that turned me on just as much, if not more, as her exposed pussy had done, awakening the exhibitionist I would become. My parents were having a pool party/family reunion at our house. My aunt, uncle and three cousins were among those attending. The person of interest was my 18-year-old female cousin, who I always found very cute. I would only see her about once or twice a year but always looked forward to the times I knew the extended family would be getting together,

Here's what happened.

We had all been swimming and playing volleyball in the pool for most of the day. At some point I decided that I was done with the pool and went to go change out of my wet suit. Apparently, she had reached the same decision, without me being aware. Everyone was outside so as I walked upstairs toward my room, I stopped by the adjacent bathroom, where I shed my trunks, hanging them over the tub. As I walked naked to my room, I heard someone else beginning to come up the stairs.

Quickly ducking behind my door, I peered out to see who it was...and then she appeared. She did not know that I was there, and I was not going to let on that I knew she was there. Without much thought, I stepped from behind my door, my bare ass toward her and moved to the center of my room, completely naked to her view. Grabbing a towel from the top of my dresser, I began vigorously drying my hair. While doing so, the towel covering my eyes, I eased around, stopping when my body faced her direction, revealing my quickly swelling fat young cock completely to her gaze. As I kept drying my hair, making my dick jump around in the process, I was able to sneak peeks between my arms and my heart instantly jumped into my throat.

She stood at the top of the stairwell, only her eyes peeking around the corner... and locked on my cock. In an instant my dick stood straight up in front of me, fully engorged as blood pumped through my veins. Without glancing her way, I turned sideways to her gaze and began to jerk on my hard young cock. This was the first time I had ever done this where someone could see me. In my excited state, it only took a few pumps, and I began blasting rope after rope of cum into my towel, now held before me. My cock spewed over and over, being 18, my balls were fully loaded. As I finished, I backed my ass to the edge of my bed, reclining back to bask in the afterglow of what I had just done, while remaining fully exposed to her view. A moment later I heard her close the bathroom door.

I quickly dressed and went outside, never letting on that I knew she saw me. The rest of the day, while appearing a bit nervous at first, she eventually came to the realization that she had been able to watch me without my knowledge. Once she made that assumption, she hardly left my side, even being quite flirtatious. I only wish I had the guts to tell her that I was aware of her voyeuristic experience. That night, when alone in my room, I jerked off a couple more times, reliving the life-changing experience.

I was hooked for life!

Marie
 

I was young and working construction. I was probably 19 and I had a roommate that was around 30. We had rented an old farm place by the month and we had our girlfriends staying with us while we were traveling. The girl I was dating was very shy and was reluctant to expose any part of herself and trying very hard not to be seen undressed or under dressed. Bob’s woman was quite the opposite, she would be sitting on the bathroom counter Indian style and would yell at me to have a conversation, I would walk back and sometimes she would have lace panties on or sometimes straight out of the shower with just a towel. Looking in the mirror as she was sitting there I would see her pussy. Beings it was late 90’s she had a hairy pussy that was hard to hide! This old farm house had solid wood floors and gaps under the doors so they wouldn’t scratch the floors. Bob whispered to me to come see, he had a small makeup mirror and was looking under the door at my girlfriend while she showered. We watched her use the shower head as a masterbation tool! It was both scary and exciting.

builder friend
 

An old mate of mine Fred was a builder. In his younger apprentice days, he was tasked with clearing a room above some shops to be made into a flat fronting the high street onto other shops.
Over a pint, he told me the view opposite was amazing. It was a ladies dress / lingerie shop & he had an unobstructed view into the window of the changing room. He had 3 more apprentices next day!
Ladies of all ages & sizes trying on bras & underwear. Quite something for an 18 year old kid. We never did get paid.

For my wife, it was when she had a relationship that was 100% based on sex. She was raised in a very conservative religious household, so once she discovered sex at 19, she was all in.

Anyway, this particular boyfriend once pinned her to the wall (in a fun way), reached up her skirt, pulled off her panties, screwed her, all while friends were around the corner in the dining room. My wife LOVED that experience, which led her to going without panties most of the time when she met me, and when she did wear panties, she expected me to reach up and pull them off as often as I could if other people were around but not watching. I hadn't done that in years until this past weekend again, which you may have read about in another recent post of mine.

I don’t know if any one specific experience was decisive—maybe several… In any case, I’ve always been very visually oriented and have always wanted to see the pussies and tits of the women close to me: relatives, cousins, neighbors, classmates. When I first discovered masturbation, I could hardly do it without visual stimuli: fashion catalogs, the sight of a teacher’s ass as she writes vigorously on the blackboard—which makes her butt cheeks tremble under her skirt—. The outline of her labia and strands of hair peeking out from a mature woman’s bikini bottoms at the beach, the tits of an aunt visible through the neckline. Etc
. I was turned on by women and girls who would go into the bushes together to pee. So it’s no wonder that when I discovered a good spot to peek, I visited it every day. It was summer in a rural town. It was the same routine every time: the woman would walk up close to the outhouse, lift her skirt( as she walked ) to reach the elastic band of her panties with her hands, lean forward, pull her panties down to her knees, pull her skirt up over her waist exposing her bare buttocks in all their splendor. I think she was about 50, but she had a beautiful culo that I could see very clearly—she didn’t squat down, but stayed in that doggy-style, half-squat position, which was very sexy. On Sundays, I didn’t have to wait. When she came back from church, she’d go straight to pee. I liked it back then that she wore a black skirt and black stockings, which made a nice contrast with her white thighs and buttocks. The best part was one day when she had guests. She came out to the backyard, and this time—so as not to be seen by any of the guests—she came right up to the fence, very close to me. I’d seen her pussy peeking out from between her butt cheeks before, but this time it felt like the first time because she was so close. I could clearly see the darker skin between her legs and butt cheeks, her asshole, and her hairy labia; the slit was open like a purple plum, and the golden stream was splashing the ground but also leaving droplets on the inside of her thighs.I also saw her daughters when they came to visit—one was 28–30 and the other 20–25. I masturbated while looking at them, too, but I preferred to get off when their mother came over. This woman satisfied me the most, without even knowing it. That wasn’t exactly the beginning—I’d seen a bit of bare skin here and there before—but in terms of intensity, this was on a whole other level. After that, I looked for other new opportunities, and there were plenty of them back then.

I for one would love to hear all about other opportunities you had to watch women pee or see them naked. I am like you I've always loved to see women naked and have many stories.

All ears and eyes
 

I agree, but would like to hear your stories as well Necro…

I was in school. A young looking senior, Lucy, would turn around, get on her knees and retrieve her books from beneath her desk every afternoon. About 50% of the time, I could look down her blouse, with her bra gaping open, and see her small, pale, pink nippled tits, which were very pointy.
Based on her other behavior, never flirty or overly friendly, not particularly pretty, I'm pretty sure she didn't realize the show she was putting on.
Still, I jacked off most nights recalling her tits.
Since then I've been a total sucker for downblouses.

When I found out that I liked to watch
 

Many many moons ago. I was a young naïve lads in my teens. Sure Id seen a few magazine centerfolds and they were fun, but the whole sex mad pervert hadn't surfaced. Then one hot school break, sunny beach days, on my bike and exploring days. How far can I ride the tracks around the beach. Off I'd go. Up good tracks, into dead ends, down to the beach, pushing bike through sand, back into tracks. Exploring the coastal area and foreshore, not looking for boobs or nudity, people just got in my way. It was all about exploring rocks, caves, tracks, foreshore woods. Over those fences that said no entry, private keep out. Short cuts to the next seaside cove.

Found a great place one day, a road and small car park at the top of a cliff, a great beach and rock pools way down below. No paths down there. No people down there. That's the place. Dropped the bike in some trees and found a way down, some parts easy, some sliding. I made it, yes! Stop swim, relax, What a life, no school!

Now the climb back up, backtracking, under this tree, through this bush, up this little dry water track, on hands an knees at some stages. Getting near to the top, I could here cars go past. Climbing up this narrow sand track, on all fours, head up, looking ahead and froze. A foot, another foot, and another, then a big fucking cock, huge balls and cock disappearing inside a woman on top. She was moaning, grinding her ass, cock going in and out, up and down.

Fuuuck! Stunned me, frozen, do I go back, do I watch. All of a sudden my sexual deviate side switched on, that I didn't know I had. It was great. I was literally kneeling at their feet watching her them fucking. Next thing the guys head poked sideways and he saw me. The stare, the wave off. Then the hand gesture to be quite. Ssh. Then waved me off. Fuck off in sign language.

An old guy, looked my dads age. The woman on top was smaller, and looked younger from what I could tell.
He didn’t stop, she didn’t stop. She didn't know I was there. I started to back off, looking around, trying to work out how, back out or turn around.

Then his hands went down and grabbed her ass, spread her cheeks open wide, lifted her up and down his full length of cock, showing me. Looking at me again, grinning.

I stopped trying to go down, looked and smiled. Got a great look, although only lasting a minute or so. Then he waved me off again. I backed off. Couldn't work out how to go sideways, so went all the way back down to the beach. Sat down and thought about waiting till they went, or trying to walk around and back up. Eventually, I went around the beach and up another way. There was no car in the car park, so assume they left. I tried to have a look at where they would have been, no one there. I rode home, beat off all night. The voyeur had awaken.

For the rest of the holidays I went down the tracks, back to same place and others and didn’t see anything like that again. A few topless women, but that’s all. Boring. Over the next couple years I found girls and sex myself, left school, joined the Army and had an adventure.

But Ive always had the liking for voyeurism and that’s where it all started, a young lad exploring and old guy showing off while fucking his woman in the bushes.

I'm assuming many young lads have similar memories, the summer holiday, the exploring, seeing things we shouldn't have, that started us down the track.

I've posted several on here already. When I have more time this weekend I'll post a few more.

my skinny dip
 

When I was in my mid teens I would ride my bike up to a family friends house on the lake,I would swim out to Judy's float and take off my shorts and hang them under it and swim back to the dock nude,Judy would come out and I would swim back and go under the float,the excitement of that was killing me,I would do it over and over hoping to get caught but to scared to get caught,then Judy would play with her baby in the sand and I would also,she would lean over and I could see her nipples in her bikini every time,I had to get back in the water fast,A year or two later I went fishing with an older friend and his girlfriend,we took extra clothes because we fished a creek and walked down the middle and got wet and muddy,when we got back to the car by a lake we stripped and walked out in the lake to wash up,walking back to the car nude his girlfriend was there and watched us,first time I ever walked up to a girl totally nude and it felt great.

Many moons ago we went camping with family friends. There were 3 families on the trip. One of the moms was a kind of a milf, maybe 35 and blonde.

Anyway, one afternoon I was exploring the woods near our tents. I was crouched down near some bushes examining rocks when I saw the milf approaching. She didn't see me through the bushes and appeared to be looking around. I was wondering what she was up to so I decided to keep quiet and find out. Lo and behold she was looking for a spot to pee! As luck would have it, she chose to pee right between the bushes I was behind. I was still confused as to what she was doing when I saw her fumble with her belt and unzip her shorts. I literally couldn't breathe as I watched her pull down her panties and her ass came into view. Then the squat.....PUSSY!

I was literally inches from her business and literally held my breath so as not to get caught. I had seen girls pee but only on it toilet so this was truly a revelation. Her pee shot out from her pussy in a gush (she really had to go). It ran down by my feet. I took a good look at her pussy, big lips and a few blonde hairs, leaning in for a closer inspection. What a sight. She finished pissing and then rocked back and forth to shake off the drops. I remained silent as she sadly stood up and bent down to pull her shorts up, giving me one last look at the pussy.

Later I rejoined the party and couldn't help but relive what I saw when I looked at her.

Swimming pool
 

It was early 80’s and the bikini’s were always a little bigger than the girls wearing them. The life guards were always shifting around in the chair and we would catch a glimpse of bush or a nipple shot! Every one was really tan back then so it was unbelievable when the suit would sag a little and you would see a tan line. Or if it was a great day you would see a white asscrack. Most women had pubic hair and if they turned enough you would see all kinds of bush coming from behind the suit!

i've always felt exhibitionist/nympho urges. my first pantyless at work and in public experience, even though it was just the result of a pantyhose mishap, really made me feel the feminine power of wearing a skirt with nothing underneath but me.

i took it from there, really. at art school i ended up hanging out with 3, sometimes 4 other girls interested in exploring our own horniness. we all decided to apply for figure modeling gigs at the school but i was the only one who followed through. posing nude in front of fellow students felt amazing and it was fun to date guys who had already seen me naked. i felt like a little erotic celebrity and wondered if it might be like being a porn star or a centerfold. i can tell you this: when a woman gets up the courage to expose herself, she doesn't want to stop. the school's studios each had a small storage and changing room and usually the model would emerge in a bathrobe and drop it just before posing. i did that only the very first time. after that i wore just a dress that i could pull off quickly and shoes that i could step out of. the students would see me in my street clothes walking to the front of the class, and in 2 seconds i was nude. likewise, at the end of class i'd simply pick up my dress and put it on, no bra, no panties. a sex goddess doesn't need underwear.

i'm 60 now, a wife and a mom to a grown daughter, a business owner, and i still live my life that way. i've been a stripper, briefly an escort, i've done softcore modeling in the vain hope of becoming a penthouse pet of the month (lol), and still a nympho and sex goddess who doesn't wear underwear. ;)

emily

Emily, supposedly Marilyn Monroe was once asked "what do you wear to bed?" She answered "Chanel No. 5" 😁

Beach walk
 

My partner was hesitant at first to go to nude beaches but then on vacation she did and loved it.

The attention she got was enough to have her hornier than she could ignore… on one such trip home we stopped at a very out of the way but clothed beach that was along the way home

. We walked along the beach, her in just a very short cover up and nothing else.
I had told her you couldn’t see anything but you definitely could…. The wind was blowing as we walked and we came across and older gentleman metal detecting.

We chatted with him for some time and his eyes were locked on her and every time she pulled her hair back out of her face the hem of her dress would lift and flash a bald pussy…

The bulge in his pant told us he was well aware of the flash… the breeze also lifted it up from time to time and the big wide neck band would open to show off her big tits if she bent to catch it from raising too high…

This was the start of some great fun that vacation as she really got the bug to expose herself and tease others back on the nude beach it just increased.

Sometime in the era of 1974-77, every summer for several years, I regularly visited the local public swimming pool. I remember some of the female lifeguards to this day. My friends and I had nicknames for the really hot ones.

One of them we called titty hanger. She had these really large breasts that were very firm and gravity-defying. Her bikini top covered the front of her tits, but underneath, about an inch to an inch and a half, you could see the underside of her tits. For us young men, we were so excited to see that.

Another female lifeguard we called Miss Furry. Her triangle bikini front bottoms didn’t cover all of her bush. It wasn’t blatant; it was just a few sprigs that would escape around all three edges. She was so tan, and when she would move a certain way, the tan line from dark to light it made the bush sprigs stand out like a neon sign. Oh, so exciting for us young men.

Last but not least was the werewolf. She was a short, gymnast-looking lifeguard. She looked a lot like Merrilue Ritten, the famous gymnast who came along many years later. She just didn’t seem to care. She wore one of those smaller triangle bikini bottoms, and you could see hair was escaping around all three sides of that bikini. When she sat in the lifeguard stand, she didn’t sit ladylike. As I said, she just didn’t care. Her legs would be parted and we could see between her legs at the crotch of her bikini, and hair was coming out down there.

My friends and I also talked about what we called her goodie trail that went from her belly button to her bikini. She never wore the same bikini. She always wore a different bikini every time we went. This one time her bikini seemed too big for her. My eyes were on her as she went to step up on the ladder of the lifeguard chair. When she lifted her leg, her bikini bottom lifted away from her body, and I saw her complete extra-thick bush. That sight I can still see clearly in my mind's eye today, 50 years later.

i also loved that she didn't wear panties, either. i would've loved to recreate her "seven year itch" scene over the subway grating, only pantyless. lol

emily

Social nudity and compliments
 

My (ex) wife started out at resorts and non-landed clubs very shy. She would keep on her sarong most of the time. It was body-acceptance issues; she thought she didn't look very good naked.

After making some friends and meeting people who encouraged her to "just go with it"; she finally relented. And put the sarong down. And she was met with so many positive reactions and "approving looks" that it boosted her confidence and made her feel attractive (she already was). And she kinda became addicted to the attention. And she entered what I call her "low-key exhibitionist phase." I call it "low-key" because she used "plausible deniability" to avoid having to acknowledge her compulsion. Almost overnight she went from "hiding" to "completely open."

Like shaving and sitting at the front of the pool area, sunbathing legs open. Or letting her legs dangle apart while sitting and chatting with other people. Sometimes other women would voice their admiration for her "brazen confidence"; which would reinforce her lack of inhibitions.
While driving to and from the resort, she would often just wear a sarong, and it would "magically" fall off during the drive. She once walked out of the car naked after coming home from the resort "Oh...I fell asleep and didn't even realize I was naked." "Sure you didn't". :rolleyes:
She was also known to approach newly arrived dressed newbies first, and stand completely naked in front of them; knowing she'd make quite an impression.
She especially enjoyed bending over with her back turned to other people. A couple of guys even said something to me about it. "Your wife is really comfortable, isn't she?!" "Uh yeah...I guess you were just looking at her pussy from behind the entire time." :rolleyes:

Eventually she started cooling off a bit; but for a while there wasn't a single person at the club or resort that didn't get to see her with her pussy completely exposed. She never did acknowledge she was experimenting with exhibitionism; although she did admit one day that she knew she'd been "more exposed than most."

I think we all wish she did that scene without panties.
I have been fortunate enough to see my wife have a light short skirt blown in the wind, without panties and her hands too full to effectively adjust it and so innocently flash people from both views

[QUOTE=Necro8617;3681316]I for one would love to hear all about other opportunities


An elderly woman lived next door who had rented out two rooms to two women. One was about 25–28 years old, and the older one was over 30—maybe even close to 40. The older one was probably divorced, and the younger one was unmarried and very beautiful—a brown-haired woman with long hair. I had a friend who pointed out the place to me. The girls’ rooms had windows facing the street. On the first few evenings, I saw the younger one strip completely naked and go into the bathroom. She had her blinds pulled all the way down, while the other one had hers only halfway down. If you positioned yourself just right, you could see into the room. We were really excited by the experience. The girl had great tits and an ass—a 10 out of 10—and she was, I repeat, very beautiful. She stripped completely naked, and I got a good look at her from the front and the back. Her completely unshaven pussy, as it was back then, was hidden by thick black hair. Anyway, it was pointless to wait any longer on other evenings because I didn’t see anything else. However, I think the older one figured out why we were hanging around there, because one time when she came home from work, she came to the window and lifted her blouse right up over her white bra, reached behind her back, unhooked it, and revealed a pair of white, round tits with brown nipples. She wasn’t a beautiful woman—her nose was a little too big—but her breasts looked amazing. After a brief display, she let her blouse fall back over them and walked away from the window. I think she could see us too, since the street was lit up. I don’t know if they were sisters or cousins, because they didn’t look alike at all and the age difference was quite large. What’s certain is that the experience repeated itself a few more times on completely random evenings. I now realize that she, too, needed that for her own masturbation. Back then we realized we were in on it together, but we didn’t make the connection to her needs. Eventually she found a boyfriend and left, and so did the younger one.
One evening, we hadn’t gotten anything from the girls, so I suggested to my friend that we check in on the old lady. He refused and said he doesn’t look at old ladies. Since my hormones were through the roof and I hadn’t gotten a release in two or three days, I went anyway. Her window looked out onto a garden and was covered in vegetation, but it was very large and the blinds weren’t pulled down. It was riskier to get there—you couldn’t make any noise—but once you were in position, it was just like being in the room. You didn’t have to stand up because the window was very close to the ground. I’d usually find her watching TV. She’d be leaning against some pillows, with her knees bent, and her nightgown had slipped down, exposing her legs all the way to her butt. I hadn’t thought of her in a sexual way until then. She was a petite woman in her sixties who dressed in black every Sunday and went to church.
She wasn’t fat, or at least her modest clothes gave no hint of her figure. But now that I was seeing her bare legs, I liked it and wanted to see more. For a few evenings, that was all there was. Every time she shifted the position of her legs, it seemed like she was going to reveal more, but to no avail. She wasn’t wearing panties, but she was always facing me sideways. I was getting ready to give up, and for a while I didn’t go back. But once, when other opportunities were still lacking, I went with the intention of giving myself a handjob there and leaving. In the meantime, the girls had moved out, and she was living alone. This time, though, as I approached, I saw the rhythmic movement of a silhouette with her back to me, and I imagined that a man had come over to her and was fucking her. It was the last thing I would have expected, because she was a very reserved person—and especially since she was older. Now her blinds were pulled down almost all the way, and when I looked closer, I saw a woman’s rather large, fluffy buttocks bobbing back and forth on a pillow. Beneath her bottom, I could see an object that was secured to the pillow at one end and disappeared between her buttocks.

Sisters pictures
 

My sister was a little older and would have girls staying at the house constantly. I would be nothing to see these girls in panties and bras. Sometimes naked coming out of the shower. It was all pretty hot.
These girls all had Polaroid cameras at the time and were always snapping pictures. One day I was snooping through my sister’s drawer and came across a locked box. My sister was afraid to lose the key so it was taped to the bottom of the box.
I opened up the box and there were countless pictures of clothed and unclothed friends. Some were in the shower and some were on the toilet. There were pictures of all her friends in some kinda sexy or revealing situation. Nothing like spread shots or blowjobs, but plenty of hairy pussy, breasts out!

As a follower of upskirting, my own mother was the one who introduced me to this fetish. My mother used to be someone who dressed in formal attire for work every day, which consisted of a business style white shirt and a short, fitted skirt. She would wear skirts in various colors paired with a blazer like black, gray, khaki, and more. She didn’t wear stockings, but her legs were just as smooth, fair, and slender.

I first learned about the act of upskirt from some storylines in comic books. When I got home, my mother was always in the kitchen preparing dinner as usual. She had a habit of changing out of her work clothes only after finishing the preliminary dinner preparations, and then she would cook and eat with the family. So, I would watch her from behind, her slender thighs visible beneath her fitted skirt, which compelled me to grab a piece of small mirror and quietly approach her from behind. I reached in, and through the reflection, I saw my mother’s white panties beneath her skirt. From that moment on, I fell in love with upskirt view.

Every evening when I came home, chatting with my mother in the kitchen about the day’s events became a habit of mine for many years. In my mother’s eyes, I was the thoughtful son who kept her company in the kitchen, but secretly, I was indulging in the pleasure of peeking up the beauty of her skirts every night. When the mirror got too boring, I would lean down to get a better look. I liked every pair of her panties. I even went so far as to secretly rummage through her drawer before her evening shower, selecting my favorite panties to place on top, so that the next day I could see them beneath her skirt. This habit continued until many years later when my mother gained weight and her figure changed, and she basically stopped wearing skirts altogether. However, the desire to peek beneath skirts had already laid a solid foundation in my heart.