One of my favourite early exhibitionist memories involves this. Back in my early twenties I was living in a share house with a few other friends. It was a big place in a really central location, so the obvious trade off for a bunch of students and apprentices to be able to afford it was that it was falling apart.
Our landlord would have been in his early sixties by my guess, and was pretty frequently around the house to fix things as they broke down. Usually after one of us had called him to let him know that repairs were needed, he'd just show up the next day or two and knock, letting himself in if nobody answered.
We all got to know him pretty well and would chat and catch up whenever he was around. He was nice enough, although a bit of a perv and most of the girls living in the house found him to be a little leery.
So one day I'm home in the afternoon after a run and am having a quick shower when the hot water cuts out. This usually meant and issue with the boiler, and the old unit was downstairs in the kitchen cabinet. I was still covered in soap and shampoo, so I grabbed a towel, threw it loosely around myself and ran down stairs to fiddle with the settings. As I turn the corner into the kitchen I come face to face with our landlord and let out a scream of surprise, almost dropping my towel, but managing to hold it over my front.
He has a laugh about it, clearly having a look over my body and says that he was knocking but no one answered. He's in the kitchen working on the boiler and says that he'll fix it up and will call up the stairs when it's running.
That's the end of our interaction, and my initial feeling was one of embarrassment and relief that he hadn't actually seen anything. But once my heart rate settled down I found myself really excited by the encounter. I kept thinking about it for days and how exciting it would have been for him to see me completely naked if I had not thought to grab a towel (which wasn't uncommon when no one else was home).
It took a while and lots of daydreamt fantasies before I decided that I wanted to try and let him catch me like that. It was probably over half a year before the opportunity arose, as the couple of other times he came round there were other housemates at home. I finally got the chance when our washing machine broke down and he said he would be bringing a replacement. I'd been the one to call him and had arranged a time specifically when no one would be home so he could access the kitchen/laundry when no one was using it.
I remember calling in sick to work that day so I could stay home, nervously second-guessing my silly choices. Around the time that I was expecting him I locked myself in the bathroom. The bathroom was on the second floor above the front door, so with the window open I could hear when he arrived and knocked at the door, quickly turning on the shower and stepping under, listening out for him letting himself in. I made a little bit of noise upstairs, running the water, pulling the shower curtain, letting him know that someone was home.
Once I'd decided I had been in the shower long enough for the plan to be convincing, I made my move. I had purposefully left my towel down in the living room on an airing rack. To get there I would need to go down the stairs, down the corridor and past the kitchen to the back of the house.
I swung open the door and quickly made my way down the stairs, knowing that the noise I was making would cause him to stick his head out and say hello. I made it past the kitchen door without glancing inside and stopped in front of the airing rack. I could hear movement coming from the kitchen and didn't dare look back. I'd planned this out in my head and wanted to carry it through. So took a few seconds pretending to look for my towel, before bending at the waist and pulling it from the rack. Once I had it in my hand I turned around, holding it at my side.
Exactly as I'd hoped and prayed, he was standing right in the doorway with a big surprised grin as he took in my full frontal naked body. I let out a yell of surprise that was actually genuine, and then dropped the towel (that part was intentional).
I quickly dropped into a squat to grab the towel, making it look like I was trying to cover myself, but made sure that my knees parted and he got a proper spread look at my pussy.
Once I had the towel I stood back up, blushing bright red and kind of held it hanging over my front, one of my boobs still showing. I apologised and said I thought I was home alone, and he laughed and told me not to apologise and that I'd made his day. The towel was kind of slipping as I held it so went to adjust it, then fumbled it, nearly dropped it, and ended up just holding it by myside while my face burned red.
I remember my voice just disappearing and I kind of mumbled something about needing to go back up stairs. I was so embarrassed, so excited and so turned on being seen like this that my legs were shaking and my heart was racing. He kept looking for a few seconds (felt like minutes) and then I took a step forward and she shuffled to the side so I had to squeeze past him. I remember being so conscious of how my bum was bouncing as I went back up the stairs.
The feeling afterwards was somehow better than the experience itself. Knowing that he'd seen absolutely everything on show was such a rush. I lived in that house for almost another year after that encounter, and every time I saw him afterwards, I couldn't help but think about him imagining me like that.
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