[Amy Sue]

The Evolution of an Exhibitionist
Parts 1-3

Preface:

This story is intended to reveal my journey to understand how I became an exhibitionist. It started physically, but I believe even the telling of this story is related to these tendencies. I have come to enjoy not only showing but telling.

This is a long story, so over time I will add to this thread in parts, occasionally jumping around in time to explain and connect to any pictures or videos I can post. (In my early life, digital media and my necessary level of courage did not exist, so most material is from my later adventures.) When posting pictures or videos in other threads, I’ll try to refer to the parts of this story that directly relate, for anyone who may like to know how that material or situation came to be.

I very much appreciate anyone who will indulge. (Feedback and other postings in this thread are, of course, welcome.)



Part 1: Awakening
(Early 1980s)

I have had exhibitionist tendencies since I was a young girl. In an effort to better understand, I have given much thought to how this developed over the years. My first related memory is from when I was a girl in my parent’s house. There was a large window in the upstairs bathroom. It was always uncovered because it was located such that it was not exposed to the neighbors or street. One would have to be on our roof to see in. When taking a bath, I would fantasize that whichever boy I liked at the time was out there watching me. I think this was extra thrilling because of how much it was contrary to my world otherwise. My father was a Presbyterian minister. I was, and considered by all to be, a “good girl”. Over time, I grew to hate this. I so much wanted to shed this reputation.
As a teenager, I overheard a boy at school telling his friends that he slept in the nude. At first, I was shocked, but also fascinated. I thought about this a lot. How brave and somehow mature. I built up the courage and started sleeping naked myself. Although usually under the covers, it was quite liberating. I was afraid my mom would discover me – and eventually she did. To my surprise, she did not freak out. See did a double take, but generally ignored it. So, this became something normal in my world.

To this day I sleep in the nude, or sometimes in just my panties. This is likely connected to my always feeling sexiest in the morning. It is the time I feel the most slim and desirable. If I don’t pleasure myself before getting out of bed, I likely won’t get dressed at all, until I have no choice. I like to do my chores or find fun activities to do naked. It is not difficult. Just the work of everyday life is more enjoyable in the nude.

Just after I began sleeping naked, I would lie in bed until I knew both my parents had left for work, then I would kick off the covers and lay face down, exposed to anyone who may enter the room, although no one did. But I would fantasize about who this could be. At that time, it was usually Tom Selleck – dressed as a cowboy. My most prevalent fantasy is to be roughly taken, from behind. This intruder having his way with me. That can sound a little scary, but not to a girl in the 80s when the intruder is Tom Selleck.

My routine of naked morning chores, etc. was, and still is fun. But like most things people enjoy doing a lot, it can lose its luster after a while, and you must step it up to keep it exciting. This too happened to me. I started to fantasize more about being seen. But I did not want my parents to find out. And if they did, I knew I would need a good story for how this “accidentally” happened. I became determined to bring this fantasy to life.



Part 2: The Course of Things
(Mid 1980s)

My first idea to be seen related to the fact that we lived on a golf course. It was common to have tee shots miss the fairway and land near or in our yard. I decided to do some nude sunbathing. If discovered by my parents, I knew they would be mad, but at least it would make more sense than just running out and flashing someone. So, I laid out a towel in the yard - a long way from the fairway. It took a while to build up my courage. I knew to keep to areas not exposed to the neighbors. Most of the yard was well covered by trees, so I had to move often to stay in the sun and not appear to be a naked teenage girl just napping in the shady woods.

I was so excited and nervous, yet also somehow relaxed with certain parts of my body feeling the sun and air for the first time. When I spotted golfers in the fairway, I actually chickened out, but it was too late. I knew they were more likely to catch me if I jumped up and ran. I tried to cover up with the towel, but the leaves started to rustle. So, I closed my eyes hard and just froze until I was sure they had passed. I had no idea if they saw me, but I don’t think so.

It was weeks until I tried again. I wasn’t even planning on it at the time. I was cleaning the sliding glass door on the back deck when I heard the familiar knock of a ball striking a tree in our yard. It just came over me to really go for it. I grabbed a towel and rushed out to pretend to be sunbathing. As it seemed to take forever for the golfers to arrive, the excitement kept building and building, and with it my courage. I picked up my towel and hurried down closer to the course and set up again. I saw three men headed my way. Now I was terrified. I knew they would see me for sure. They would be looking for the ball very close to me. Then, just like before, I chickened out. But this time I did jump up to run back to the house. As I grabbed my towel, I looked right at them looking right at me. I was flooded with emotions as I ran for the house. I did not look back until hidden below my living room window. Peeking out, I could see them still frozen in their tracks. But after a moment or two it became clear they were engaged in happy conversation. I imagine I made their day. And after a few minutes I had calmed down enough to realize it made my day too. I ran around the house, jumped up and down, screamed and danced for some time after.

I knew it was unlikely that the golfers would know me or my family. We lived on Hilton Head Island. A vacation resort that always had many more tourists than locals. But as I still feared being recognized, this did not become a regular event. I would still lay out sometimes, but closer to the house. Although it was usually hard to tell if I was seen, I am pretty sure that a handful of times some golfers caught the show.

I had other adventures related to the golf course. At night, it was pitch black out there. You could not see more than a few feet. Sometimes I would sneak out at night and run naked around the course. Daring myself to go farther each time. This was a good outlet for me for a couple of years. As far as I know, I was never seen. But I had a few close calls getting in and out of the house, or crossing the light near a road to reach other parts of the course.



Part 3: Fashion Show
(mid 1990s)

I found myself in an unfortunate situation. I had married young, and it had gone very bad. I could not bring myself to tell my minister father that I was getting a divorce. So, I found myself without a place to stay, and pretty much just the clothes on my back. However, I knew a couple of guys, Brandon and Mark, who were starting a video editing business. It was low budget, so instead of a proper office, they had rented a small apartment to house their business. No one lived there. It was only used as a place where they could edit their projects. So, I asked if I could stay there, just until I got back on my feet. They agreed. I think they felt a little obligated because I already sometimes worked for free preforming in their videos. I wanted to be an actress. They mostly did cheap corporate and real estate videos, trying to build a media business as the internet was just getting going.

They were very nice to me. At first, I tried to stay out of their way when they were working, but they seemed to enjoy that I was there. One or both usually worked at night. And sometimes we would get to talking. I really started to enjoy their company. I needed this. Considering what I was going through, the attention of nice young ambitious men was wonderful.

They learned a good bit about my situation. After listening to me complain about not being able to get my possessions back from my husband, they surprised me with a gift card from Victoria’s Secret. That was so nice of them. But I thought it may also be a suggestion. I think they had their own ideas of what it would be like to have a girl living in their office. As an exhibitionist, I was not too shy about walking around while barely dressed, but I wasn’t sure how it would go over. I would not want one of them, or one of their girlfriends, to be put off and put me out. If it were later in life, I would just ask if it would bother them if I walked around naked. But back then I did not have the audacity.

I decided to test them. One day, around the time I expected one of them would come by, I left my hair brush out on the editing desk and watched TV naked in the main room. When I heard the key in the door, I rushed into the bathroom and turned on the water. I wet my hair, turned the water off, and walked right out to the desk. It was Mark, and he was alone. When we made eye contact, I feigned surprise. He froze for a second then looked away. I scurried back to the bathroom while apologizing and explaining about my brush. He apologized and said I could get my brush; he would not look. I came back out saying it was his place, he could look if he wanted. He didn’t. So, I picked up my brush and said it doesn’t bother me. He hesitantly glanced over as I started brushing my hair while walking back to the bathroom. I played it calmly, but my heart was pounding. As I was catching my breath in the bathroom, I heard him say, “Wow.” I called back, “Thank you.” He responded with an emphatic, “Thank you!”.

It took a few days for it not to be at least a little awkward after that. But I started doing little things like grabbing a snack from the kitchen while topless, leaving the bedroom door open, changing in front of them, etc.

When they gave me the gift card to Victoria’s Secret, I decided to pay them back with a fashion show of what I bought. I couldn’t figure out the best way to do this live. So, I surprised them with a video. I set up their camera in the corner of the office and put on a little show. It was silly, and not very well done. But it really got me excited. I thought maybe I took it too far. But I went through with it anyway and put the tape in their machine to discover. When Brandon came into work, I said I had somewhere to be and left. I didn’t want to watch him find it. When I returned, no one was there, and the tape was gone. He did not mention it for days. Eventually I learned they had both watched it. Brandon asked me if I would pose for more videos. This led to many videos and pictures around that time, and for years to come. There is a lot more to the story, as I ended up marrying Brandon.

A few clips from the Fashion Show video are posted on OCC under the thread “Sexy Homemade Recordings From Years Past”. Other videos on that thread, like “I’m Dripping Wet” and “Always Start with a Joke” were recorded around that time. Brandon was the camera operator.