[Exhibitionist] The Evolution of an Exhibitionist

[Amy Sue]

Originally Posted by Curiouscouple2469

Love the story and to hear it from your perspective is fascinating to me. I myself and also with at least two partners have shared similar situations and have found them to be tremendously erotic.
We have never taken things as far as this went but close, and only fell short for reasons of lacking privacy and a fear of getting reported.

I always enjoy hearing your thoughts and getting insight into what inspires you to take on these adventures.
Ironically it was watching a lone ballerina on a beach when my buddy an I were just teens that has been ever engraved in my memory for 50 years. So the Demi-pointe stride would have had my attention already.

She encouraged us to not be shy and watch if we so desired. We shared these early morning performances for the better part of a summer with her encouragement to not hide the effects it had on us.

It was a lovely coming of age experience that provide a forum of its own for open conversation and mesmerizing sights as we sat chatting in the sand with a older women that captivated our attention as the sun warmed our bodies.
If only we could have imagined that she too would have gotten a thrill but figured it was just niceties.

With my current partner I have witnessed her take the opportunity to walk over and strike up conversation rather than miss the opportunity by passing behind two lads lounging in the shallow waters.
They only took up this position in the river to watch as she frolicked just yards away.
But as she walked towards shore and the shallower water she slowly reveals herself to them with sun on her face and beads of water glistening as they ran down the length of her body.

It had me excited watching her, and the one rather well endows stranger was producing a rather noticeable sea-urchin rising from the depths and take rest against his laying belly, as she stood over them chatting and their eyes explore her.

It was a scene that left me literally breathless as they say, but honest to god there have been a few occasions that your throat goes dry and just the act of inhaling seem to be too much of a distraction from what you are watching unfold in front of you and wondering what’s going to happen next.

You describe a similar emotion where groups out for a walk be dammed you have a rush building to something amazing and they can choose to watch or walk past but the pleasure building within needs to proceed to a release come he’ll or high water.. haha

You are the creature I’ve dreamed of encountering unexpectedly kn the beach and by my own great fortune, have a couple times in my life, but to hear it told from the other side makes it all the more memorable if they felt half of what you did in these similar situations.

Thanks for sharing your story and the wonderful photos just top off the screen and show the grace and beauty you carry when lounging in the sun on display for the lucky few. A gorgeous sight indeed!

I am so grateful that you share these moments from your life when my stories bring them to mind. Your partner slowly revealing herself from the river, for the excited admirers is so sexy. But two young friends appreciate a girl rehearsing her ballet on a beach is most beautiful. Your complete story would be a lovely read. But even just these CliffsNotes inspire images and emotions that are wonderful.

Few of my stories hold such innocent charm. But staying with the ballerina theme, I include some pictures below. The black & white are from when I was 18. My parents hired a photographer for my high school graduation. I chose to take some pictures at the beach in my graduation dress and other outfits. And I chose to have him take some of me at the studio where I studied ballet. Officially, the photographer was a professional. But he was not much older than me, and was just starting out. I thought he was remarkably cute, and I could tell he was particularly distracted by me when I was posing in my leotard and tights. We flirted with each other through what I will always remember as an amazingly beautiful day. But nothing more to tell because he went to my church and knew me as the preacher’s daughter.

The other pictures attached are from years later. I had been out of ballet for a long time but had learned that a touring company was hiring some local dancers as they came to town, and I decided to audition. I dug out an old leotard but didn’t like how I looked in it now. I was complaining about this to Brandon, and he asked me to try it on for him. As I did so, I got the idea to have some fun with him. I put it on backwards, which exposed my boobs, and told him it was an erotic ballet. At first, he didn’t believe me, but I stuck to my story until I thought he was convinced. When I told him I was joking, he said he never believed it – but I think he did. I could tell how excited he was. Not something my ballet stories usually did for him.

I did get a small part as a chorus dancer. But this was The Nutcracker. I didn’t actually show my boobs while performing.

[Curiouscouple2469]

Amy Sue I Love the follow up as always and if I can find the time I will attempt to expand a little on our introduction to not only an infamous nude beach but the ballerina that would spend the quiet mornings there.
A writer I am not ( possibly directly related to the amount of classes we missed sneaking off to the nude beach, once it was discovered) lol

As for the revered leotard I believe there is opportunity to attract a whole new audience if this became the way these were regularly worn… I say market it. A whole new spin on the “Nut Cracker” like never seen before. Haha

You mention that you had decided to have a few photos at the beach in not only your grad gown but also a leotard. Curious if that transition of outfits took place in the presents of one young photographer ?

I can imagine it would have been a “innocent” opportunity to do your best to be discreet but perhaps accidentally provide him a little insight into what photos he is really missing out on….

[heartfire05]

Originally Posted by Amy Sue

...Few of my stories hold such innocent charm. But staying with the ballerina theme, I include some pictures below...

Innocence like beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

The earlier ballerina pictures have an innocence and lend that innocence to the whole story. And all the pictures are certainly beautiful.

Thank you for sharing.

[Amy Sue]

Originally Posted by thefergieferg1

(Original edit in album)

This one is so Heavenly devilish. Very cute! And I am loving the album. I have also been enjoying your other albums. I want to comment on them soon, and I encourage people to check them out - such great stuff!

Thank you, Ferg!

[Amy Sue]

Originally Posted by Menorca

Yor are...

so beautiful
so sexy
so hot

You have

so much self esteem
so much enjoyment of life
a wonderful charisma

Thank you for all your stories, for alll your pics and vids, for all the wonderful moments you share with us!

You always have such wonderful descriptions of me. I am impressed, particularly considering that English is not your first language, yet you have so many varied compliments. Thank you, Udo!

[Amy Sue]

Originally Posted by 25baja

Amy Sue your last beach story was great. The excitement you must have felt getting caught at the gas station by the family in the mini van. Was it more stimulating having them see you in your sheer underwear or the looks of disapproval and maybe jeolasie from the lady. By the way I would love to cum all over your chest and stomach. Can't wait for the next chapter

Getting caught in my underwear at the gas station was very different than most of the scenarios I set up intentionally. This added more fear and embarrassment, but for all the unexpected excitement, it gave me exceptional pleasure. Let me add that the screenshot from the video of me in that bra and panties does not show well. They are very sheer. At times, when wearing them, I feel totally naked. Driving to the beach, I liked thinking of the risks – car breaking down, getting pulled over, etc. But I had not thought about gas. So, having to stop as I did was unexpected. This turned the situation from my plan, for which I had built up the courage. Now I was in a situation a bit more out of my control. So, even though I am used to being in public in various stages of undress, and the gas station experience was not extreme among them, I was much more scared than usual. Then, being discovered by a family was far from my commonly intended audience. I should not here go into detail about the various members of that family, but it was a large group that were mostly the type for whom I would not normally show off. They piled out of the van to stretch their legs and throw out their trash. They were only a few feet away and froze in their tracks when they noticed me. None were shy about staring. I could not control myself and was literally hopping with nervous energy. I only made eye contact with the mom. She was shocked, but I couldn’t otherwise tell what she thought. She didn’t seem angry - more curious or amused. This was a relief. I was mostly afraid that someone would confront me. While in the middle of it all at the gas station, I just wanted out of there. But as soon as I drove away, I was engulfed with the highest level of the sensations that my exhibitionist endeavors pursue. I have found that the greater the fear and the unknowns, the greater the payoff.

To answer your question, I was relieved by the mother’s reaction, but most excited from being caught by everyone.

I find it interesting that I got so much out of the gas station experience. One would think it would pale in comparison to my adventure on the beach a few hours later. Masturbating for, and with, strangers should far exceed the excitement of pumping gas in my underwear. And in some ways, it did. But the expectations in the different environments have much to do with the outcomes. Playing sexually where it is acceptable to be nude is arguably not so extreme as parading in see-through underwear around an unsuspecting family in public.

Everything that happened on that trip, made for a marvelous day. Driving home from the beach, I knew the excitement would stay with me for a very long time. But I didn’t know it would continue even today, as your comment of what you would like to do to me after reading the story allows the dividends of that day to continue to payout.

Thank you for your compliments! I look forward to your feedback for the next chapter.


No pictures from the gas station, but here are a few more random pictures from that beach.

[Amy Sue]

Originally Posted by Curiouscouple2469

Amy Sue I Love the follow up as always and if I can find the time I will attempt to expand a little on our introduction to not only an infamous nude beach but the ballerina that would spend the quiet mornings there.
A writer I am not ( possibly directly related to the amount of classes we missed sneaking off to the nude beach, once it was discovered) lol

As for the revered leotard I believe there is opportunity to attract a whole new audience if this became the way these were regularly worn… I say market it. A whole new spin on the “Nut Cracker” like never seen before. Haha

You mention that you had decided to have a few photos at the beach in not only your grad gown but also a leotard. Curious if that transition of outfits took place in the presents of one young photographer ?

I can imagine it would have been a “innocent” opportunity to do your best to be discreet but perhaps accidentally provide him a little insight into what photos he is really missing out on….

I brought a few different outfits with me and changed a couple of times at the beach. I wasn’t exactly planning on changing in front of the photographer. All along the beach front are containers that are used to lock up the beach chairs at night. They are only about 3 or 4 feet tall, so I couldn’t completely hide behind them, but I thought I could use these if I was too nervous to blatantly undress in front of him. I also had a girlfriend with me. But when we got to the beach, he suggested we go over to a rougher unmaintained area. He thought this would look more interesting. But this area had no containers for me to hide behind. So, I just changed on the beach while my girlfriend held my clothes, and he turned his back. I also turned my back to him, so I don’t know if he peeked. With my friend there, he probably didn’t dare. But it was fun for me to change on the beach as we joked and flirted the whole time.

Answering your question brought to mind other times I would change on the beach. When I first moved to Hilton Head Island, I would put on my bathing suit at the house before riding my bike to the beach. But as my exhibitionist impulses grew, I would sometimes carry my bathing suit with me and change on the beach. I would park my bike and go find different places to change. These locations ranged from ugly and boring to beautiful and exciting. If the beach was crowded, and my nerves got the best of me, I would change behind a dumpster or trucks in the parking lot. If people were far off, and I was feeling brave, I would change right out in the open on the beach, or at the water’s edge. There were times that I knew people could see me, but I thought they were far enough that I could get away with it. I did this often over the years, so I have some stories. Maybe I’ll write the detailed version in this thread at some point.

I only have a few pictures left from when I was with the photographer on the beach. (As I have mentioned before, I lost many of my pictures when hurricane Charley damaged my house in Orlando.) Although they may not interest most people, I include a couple pictures below. The photographer took one of these while I was changing. I’ll let you figure out which one.

And just for fun, I also include an actual picture of me changing at the beach years later (not taken by that photographer).

[Amy Sue]

Originally Posted by heartfire05

Innocence like beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

The earlier ballerina pictures have an innocence and lend that innocence to the whole story. And all the pictures are certainly beautiful.

Thank you for sharing.

You have me thinking again. When I very first posted pictures of myself young and fully dressed, I thought no one would care. I posted them to hopefully help the reader connect to the time and place and people of the stories. But I thought it would probably only mean something to me. I worried that no one would care, or maybe wonder why I thought to post such pictures. But I was surprised about the reaction to some of these. People seem to really like them. I think there is something to your recent comment of how they “…lend that innocence to the whole story.” This is probably why this type of picture is more appreciated than I expected. But even if people enjoy them for an entirely different reason, I am still so happy that I can share them for my enjoyment, and for the enjoyment of others.

[Curiouscouple2469]

Brilliant, and we do enjoy the many pictures for a variety of reasons.
The thought of watching you changing from a comfortable distance is intriguing. I can imagine most would love the opportunity especially on a textile beach where it would be unexpected. A little treat for all.

[Amy Sue]

Part 21: An Exciting Ride
(late 1990s)

I don’t remember if we were planning to go for a bike ride when we left the house, or if we were just out randomly looking for something to do that day, but Brandon and I ended up renting bikes and exploring some trails around small towns outside of Orlando. We liked to find such activities to spend our days off together. Towns like Clermont and Winter Garden, West of Orlando, were often our destination for lunch or antiquing, etc. We rented bikes at a kiosk along a very nice paved trail that went on for miles. I have recently tried to find this location on Google Earth, but there seems to have been quite a few changes. The trails extend for many miles farther than they did in those days. I am no longer sure where we were. But I know we rode East from the rental kiosk for several miles.

Whenever we went a bit out of town on these day trips, I liked to dress sexy, as I didn’t expect to encounter people I knew from work. But on this day, I didn’t take that too far. I wore my favorite skit and a nice tight blue top. As usual, I was not wearing underwear, except I did wear a bra this time because I thought it made my boobs look better in this top. I enjoyed riding the bike in my skirt with no panties. The wind felt very good, as did the little thrills I got from the possibilities of being noticed by passing bikers. But otherwise, we were not planning any exhibitionist escapades. We were just enjoying a lovely ride on an almost perfect day, passing various parks, lakes, neighborhoods, open fields, and across bridges over swamps and roadways.

Eventually, we came to the end of the trail. It was a circle turnaround (like a cul-de-sac with no houses) in the woods just before a highway. I guessed they ran out of money to extend it with a bridge or tunnel to continue past the highway. As we were turning to ride back, Brandon stopped and asked me to give him my shirt. As he usually wants me to undress everywhere, I didn’t think much of it. There were too many trees for anyone on the highway to see us. The only chance of being caught would be if someone came down the bike trail. We encountered a lot of people for the first half of our ride, but almost no one for the last half. I knew if anyone was coming, they were still far away, and could only come from the one direction. So, in one move, I pulled my shirt and bra off over my head and hung the garments over my handlebars. Then I squeezed my boobs together in a way I know he likes, while I started to wonder if I should try to ride back like this. Then Brandon asked me again to give him my shirt. I asked what he was going to do. He said he would ride ahead of me far enough that if people came toward us, he could ride back to give me my shirt. He thought it would be fun to see how far I could go with no top.

I was immediately excited by the idea, but remembered not far back we had passed along the backyards of houses, one of which was undergoing some serious landscaping. Several workers were using machines to dig up the yard. I thought maybe they were putting in a pool. So, I confirmed with Brandon that he wanted me to ride past the workers with my boobs out. He just smiled while grabbing my shirt and bra from my handlebars. I reached for them with no success as he rode off telling me to give him a good head start. I shrieked and covered up with my arms as my nerves got the best of me. I get very excited by this kind of thing, but it takes some build up for my courage, and now I was thrust into this with little thought. It was only a few seconds before I realized I was doing this, like it or not. Brandon was leaving with my shirt, and I couldn’t just wait here, as eventually someone could come down the trail. I thought about using my skirt in some way, but it was not long enough to cover everything, and I had no panties. As I looked along the tree line, thinking to fashion something out of leaves, my excitement built to the point that I wanted to ride past the workers. I started pedaling back down the trail debating if I would try to make myself small, keep my eyes ahead, and speed past - or if I would sit up, look them in the eyes, and wave as I slowly cruised by.

As I came around the bend to the straight away that would pass the landscapers, I could see Brandon stopped far ahead, well out of sight of the workers, but looking back to watch. I now felt confident that I would be bold and wave at the men. The bike trail was raised, a few feet higher than the yards. There was a small slope covered in dense foliage down to the chain-link fence of the yard. I felt this was a safe barrier between me and my audience. But as I closed on the yard, and saw one of the guys looking my way, my nerves kicked in. I looked straight ahead and pedaled faster. Everything was happening quickly, and I kept waffling. One second, I was scared and wished for my shirt – the next, I was thrilled and really wanted to make a show of it. Watching Brandon watching me, I decided to go for it. I slowed the bike just a bit, turned toward the guys with my shoulders back and chest out, gave a big smile, and waved as I passed. There were 4 or 5 workers I could see. At least 3 of them saw me. They said nothing while I waved, but as I rode away, I heard them calling after me. There was some whistling, but mostly shouted requests for me to come back.

I felt a burst of energy and was so excited from the short experience that I was giggling uncontrollably but had mixed emotions. I wanted to catch up to Brandon, and my shirt - but I also wanted to turn around and ride past them again. I loved that they enjoyed me. I don’t always get such immediate and enthusiastic feedback. I could still hear them calling to me as I watched Brandon continue away and out of sight around a bend. While thinking about what else I would be riding past to catch up to him, I began to question if he would turn around and bring me my shirt if someone came up the trail, or if he would stop before I had to pass a major road or populated situation. A wave of intense arousal and terror hit me as I realized he was definitely gone. I knew he would love to have me ride topless all the way back to the kiosk. The only chance I had of seeing him again was if he stopped to watch.

Most of the ride so far was under a canopy of trees, and those few backyards, but as the trail opened to a large field, I gained more confidence. The sun hit me, and I began to appreciate the wind on my breasts, which were swaying nicely with the rhythm of my pedaling. I exaggerated this movement, gratified by these sensations and the vast exposure as I cruised down the path through the open field. There were busy roads in the distance, but they were so far that I thought no one knew I was topless. However, I remembered that I would soon have to cross a road, and then ride alongside it for a while. This was not a busy road, but I needed to figure out how to get through this part.

Reaching a point where I could see this road ahead, I stopped and looked for cars. From my position, I could see both ways for some distance. After one car passed, I started riding fast toward the crossing, hoping to cross before another car came. I didn’t know what I would do when riding alongside the road, but figured I would pull over into the bushes, if I must. Then a car turned onto the road. It seemed we may arrive at the crossing at the same time. No doubt they had already seen me. I was very close now but would have to stop to let them pass. So, I quickly turned around and rode back the way I had come. When the car beeped, I knew they could see I wasn’t wearing anything from the waist up, but now my back was to them. Riding away, I realized I was not going to make it to my shirt without committing to ride closely by people, perhaps dozens of them, before it would be over. I felt stuck and needed a new plan.

I had noticed that a few of the landscapers were working with their shirts off, and at least one shirt was hanging on the fence. I rode back to the cover of trees while considering if I could sneak up and steal a shirt. I decided against it, but thought it might be fun, and solve my problem, if I approached them and asked for a shirt. In some ways that seemed crazy, but the more I thought about this, the more I liked the idea. Even if they refused, I thought it would be fun. And I was pretty sure there was no getting out of this without encountering more people, so it may as well be the landscapers who apparently enjoyed my show so far.

Although I liked this idea, I still had trouble committing. Riding closer to the landscapers, I grew increasingly anxious. I noticed a place to pull off the trail where I could hide behind some bushes, and took advantage of this while I thought through my plan to approach the workmen. I felt safe in the bushes and figured even if Brandon went all the way to the car, if I just waited here, he would eventually come back. I could just stay and watch for him to pass on the trail. But I was probably there for less than a minute before I got bored and decided to keep things exciting by going to ask the landscapers for a shirt.

Riding toward the men, I remembered something that got my heart beating even faster. With no pockets, I had put my money in my bra. It was probably now somewhere along the trail, and most likely on the ground where I took off my shirt. I decided to just ride past the workers and assess the situation again on the way to check for my money. If I didn’t like what I saw in the yard, I would hopefully find my money and then just quickly return to the hiding spot in the bushes. If all went well, I would find my money and then stop to ask the men for help.

Coming within sight of the landscapers, I could feel the pressure building. I didn’t make a show of it this time as they were not looking toward me. Riding past, I noticed that a shirt was still hanging on the fence, but the foliage was too thick and sharp for me to try to reach it. I heard some loud talking just after I moved out of sight from the yard, but I wasn’t sure if they had seen me.

Thankfully, my money was lying right where I had taken off my shirt. Keeping it in my hand, I gripped the handlebars and tried to work up the courage for what I was about to do. I took a deep breath and started back toward the workmen. But I had taken too long. Around the corner came a young couple on bikes. A man and woman who looked to be in their twenties. I was struck with such fear that I thought I would pass out. Then after only a few seconds, a calm overcame me as I just accepted the situation. This has happened to me before. I relate it to a major injury, or some kind of intense pain, when your body just releases adrenaline or something that just helps you survive. I was no longer afraid, and looked right at them as we passed on the trail. They glanced at me but mostly kept their eyes ahead as they continued around the bend and out of sight. I felt something like pride for not just collapsing with embarrassment. But I had to figure out what to do next. Now ready for my interaction with the workmen, I didn’t want to be in the middle of that while the couple rode back past us, which I knew they must. So, I decided to just wait there on the trail until the couple hit the dead end and came back my way. This seemed to take forever as I wondered if anyone else would be coming along. It was also now proven that Brandon was not going to return if anyone came up the trail.

I waited there on my bike until the couple passed by again. I smiled and said hello. The girl then stopped and asked if I was okay. I told her I was fine, but she stared at me, I think wanting an explanation. I just smiled. She nodded and continued down the trail toward her boyfriend, who never stopped. I was feeling very bold and excited for some fun with the landscapers.

One of them saw me coming and began to wave me down. He rushed to the fence, assuming I would just ride past, but I had every intention of stopping. As I pulled up, his coworkers also began to notice and a couple more guys approached. The most excited of the group asked where I was going. I halfheartedly kept a hand over my boobs, trying to appear shy and helpless, as I told him that my boyfriend stole my shirt as a joke. I asked if he would give me his shirt. He just repeated my request, probably stalling or not sure what to say next. I thought about offering some of my money, which was still in my hand. But he offered to trade his shirt for my skirt. I was standing over my bike, which was a boy’s bike. So, even on my tiptoes, the bar was high between my legs, pushing up my skirt and putting pressure in fun places. Because I was uphill from the guys, I wondered if they could see that I wasn’t wearing panties. As I debated lifting my skirt to confess the dilemma of surrendering it, another of the group removed his shirt and tossed it toward me. Even though he had balled it up, it caught the wind such that it stalled in the air and fell short, landing in the brush on the side of the hill.

I gave up on covering my boobs as I dismounted the bike and walked to the edge of the path considering how to reach the shirt. I really had no intention of going down the hill, but I loved being half naked and helpless in front of these men who were split on what to do about me. A couple of them were admiring and complimenting me, and the others seemed genuinely concerned and were trying to help. The one who tossed his shirt toward me jumped the fence, retrieved it from the brush, and carried it up to me as the loud one insisted that I trade my skirt for it. I thanked the guy who gave me his shirt and told him I would return it when I found mine. I was going to kiss him on the cheek, but he stumbled back down the hill before I could. The shirt was wet with sweat, but that is not why I didn’t put it on immediately. I thought it would be more fun to ride off topless, even though I now had a shirt. The loud guy was still insisting on a trade. So, just before I mounted my bike, I turned my back and flipped up my skirt at them. This seemed to thrill them, but their vocalized reaction thrilled me more. Their deep and excited voices reverberated through me as I practically felt them appreciate my bare bottom. I got on my bike and again promised to return the shirt as I rode off. They kept calling to me until I was well out of sight.

I stopped to put on the sweaty shirt. It was pretty gross, but in some ways, it turned me on having this stranger’s now cold wet shirt against my skin. By the time I rode back to the open field, I saw Brandon head my way. I stopped and waited for him to reach me. As he pulled up, I accused him of abandoning me, but he didn’t answer for that, and asked about my new shirt. I told him the story. He was shocked and expressed disappointment for missing that part of the show. I said that is what he gets for abandoning me, and we now must return the shirt. Brandon followed me back toward the landscapers but stopped just before we were in sight of them. I reached for my shirt, which was wrapped around his handlebars, but he backed away saying I had to return the borrowed shirt first, then he would give me mine. I knew he would ride off as soon as I was topless again, so I refused. We debated about this until I suggested that he give me my shirt, I would return the borrowed one, then ride back to him before putting on my shirt. He knew he could trust me because I would enjoy doing this.

Brandon gave me my shirt but kept my bra. I gave him my money to hold. Then he waited and watched as I approached the landscapers. They were pleased, and a bit surprised, to see me again. I took off the borrowed shirt and tried to toss it back, but it hardly made it a few feet into the brush. The guy had to come retrieve it. I stood topless over my bike and chatted with them for a bit and found out they were not putting in a pool but working out some drainage problem. They knew I was having fun with them, because I had my shirt now, and wasn’t putting it on. I am not sure if they could tell that I was slightly rubbing and enjoying the bike between my legs as I asked what they thought of my boobs, and the guys were very complimentary. But a couple of them were really pushing, saying I reneged on the trade of my skirt. I reminded them I never agreed to the that deal. But as a thank you, I lifted my skirt for them.

I was aware that the neighboring houses could also see me on the bike trail. No one was in those yards, but someone could be watching from the windows. This didn’t bother me. I enjoyed the possibilities. But as I stood there topless, holding up my skirt up to please the guys, I saw the neighbor’s back door open. I quickly dropped my skirt, thanked them, and blew a kiss as I turned around and rode back toward Brandon, who had been watching. I was so aroused at this point that I just rode past him without stopping to put on my shirt, wanting to see how far I could convince myself to go this time. But I did put it on when we came to the open field and saw the traffic ahead.

Our adventure was not quite over. My bra was still wrapped around Brandon’s handlebars, and I got even more excited as we moved into areas around other people. I wondered if they noticed my bra, and what they thought about it. The whole adventure of this day really got me going. I was now looking for a place to pull Brandon off the bike path to have sex in the woods. But as we crossed back over the highway, which I think was the Florida Turnpike, Brandon stopped and dared me to flash the truckers until one of them honked. Although we had passed several people recently, no one was on the bridge at the time. But I was so revved up, I don’t know if that would have mattered to me anyway. I parked my bike and walked up the tall chain-link fence above the oncoming traffic and pulled down my shirt. I stood like this for a while with no reaction. I decided I wasn’t obvious enough, so I pulled my shirt all the way off and waved it above my head. A car honked. I laughed as I enjoyed knowing that at least one car, and probably more, saw me. When I started to put my shirt back on, Brandon pointed out that it was a car, not a truck that had honked. So, I dropped my shirt and faced the traffic again just as two girls on bikes came around the corner and onto the bridge. Brandon’s voice was high and panicked as he tried to warn me, but it was too late. We were caught. I held my boobs feeling silly as they passed. I just went with it and said, “Just flashin’ the truckers.” To which one of them answered, “Okay.”, as they moved on.

Out of this whole adventure, I think the most embarrassed I got was at the very end. After the girls caught us on the bridge, I was distracted and forgot that my bra was still wrapped around Brandon’s handlebars. Later he said he remembered but was waiting for me to notice. I did not think about it until we were walking to the car. So, I walked back to the kiosk where the bikes were being put away, by the 2 teenage boys who worked there, and had to ask them for my bra.





Pictures:

1: I am not sure if this was taken the same day, but this is the exact outfit I wore for the bike ride.

2: My bike trail outfit, except the shoes. (I was wearing tennis shoes on the trail.)

3: Taken a different day, but this is the skirt from the story, so how I was dressed when riding topless.

4: I am not sure if this is the spot on the trail with those houses, but it was a lot like this, although the trees have grown.

5: Always happy to show off… This is about how I looked when first flashing the highway traffic.