[Exhibitionist] The Evolution of an Exhibitionist

[Menorca]

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

[jools1]

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.

[Amy Sue]

Originally Posted by Menorca

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

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

[Amy Sue]

Originally Posted by jools1

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.

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...

[jimmybob69]

Originally Posted by Amy Sue

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.

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.

[Amy Sue]

Originally Posted by jimmybob69

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.
You go ahead and do what you want.

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!

[Menorca]

Originally Posted by Amy Sue

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!

[Amy Sue]

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.)

[Windsorm]

I think this is my favourite thread on OCC.

[25baja]

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.