When we got married, I'm talking early 70's, skirts were very short and my wife was very proud of her legs. We lived in an apartment complex with mostly young singles, we were one of the few married couples. The complex had exterior stairs and we lived in townhouse on the 2nd & 3rd floor.
Wife was still in college, as were a lot of the residents, so her hours were irregular. These 3 guys who lived in the unit at the bottom of the stairs usually were sitting outside, drinking beer, smoking weed, playing the stereo, just socializing with everyone who walked by. My wife was leaving for a Friday afternoon class and walked down the stairs and the guys were all outside getting a head start on the weekend. They offered her a beer, she declined and one of them said "I just want to tell you, we voted on it, you have hottest legs and wear the sexiest panties of any woman in this apartment complex".
Of course she then realized that their vantage point at the bottom of the stairs gave them a perfect view up her skirts. She said she blushed and laughed and told them to behave themselves. Now, she didn't tell me about this little encounter, I guess she was afraid I'd spoil the fun and ask her to use the other stairwell. Of course when she told me this, years later, I asked her if she became more careful when she descended. No, she said, I got a little more brazen, their compliments turned me on, I bought sexier panties and walked where they could get the best view, sometimes they were whistling and clapping when I got to the bottom of the stairs. They always offered me a beer and I only accepted once, when I came home from the last day of classes before graduation.
She said she hung around their apartment for a while, sitting in beanbag chairs in a short skirt, giving everyone a little show, until I came home from work. I asked her if that was all there was to it, she said not quite. When we were getting ready to move out a couple of months later, she gave them the ultimate, she threw them her panties and walked down the stairs to an ovation.
Thus was born my little secret exhibitionist. From them on she went from a Miss Goody-Goody to an "accidental" flasher. I didn't really find out about all of her adventre for almost 30 years.
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