My slutty secret

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I never thought I will write something like this on the internet. But I receive random PMs as I post to some dating subs and other subs where it is clear to the users that I am a girl. I was born to Indian immigrants and brought up in a fairly upscale suburb. When I was young I walked out into my balcony wearing a night gown without panties or a bra.

It was warm and the way the air hit my private parts, I had a feeling of arousal I never had before. It was very different and nice. Although I never wore panties while sleeping, I rarely went out without them, not even to my balcony. But I started doing that some times after that day. I went to a mall with my mom and my little brother. It was a fairly regular routine for us to dine first, shop around and go home.

We ambled slowly to the stairs. We stopped as my brother was very excited. In a few minutes he was enthusiastically inserting quarters and playing a game, when I began to get the feeling that I was being watched. I glanced casually back down at the floor below. An older guy who worked at the store was putting out some audio books, just below the stairs. When I looked down at him, he quickly averted his eyes and started pretending to examine the tape in his hand.

I started paying attention to what my brother was doing, when I felt eyes on me again. I looked back at the older guy and caught him staring in the same way. I was just starting to enjoy the flattery when I suddenly realized that I was wearing a pretty short skirt. I figured out that from where he was standing, the older guy had an excellent view straight up. I was a little surprised at first, more by my reaction than what the guy was doing. I should have been mortified and quickly gone out of his view. I paused for a moment and went back to the railing. Maybe it was because he was cute, but I definitely got an instant thrill from knowing that I was on display for him.

Everyone else was busy with their activities, with no clue that I was showing off so intimately to a complete stranger. There was something simple about it that made sense to me. My little brother disappeared upstairs. I looked discretely back down into the basement. My lovely peeper was still there, putting some stickers on some of the tapes.

I turned my head a little so that I could still see him from the corner of my eye. When I could tell that he was looking again, I moved slightly in his direction, and stood with my legs just a little further apart. He stopped applying stickers. His hands were still. I had his complete attention.

Making sure there was no one else at the bottom of the stairs, or anyone coming up them, I slowly bent down and looked at something on the bottom of the rack in front of me. My little skirt slid up my thighs even more. I glanced down and saw him devouring my view. With a smile to myself I picked some random item from the rack and straightened up.

I turned so that I was facing him dead-on, but never actually looked at him directly. Someone came down from the ground floor and walked past me. I waited until they were gone then pulled my skirt up very slightly with one hand, stopping short of anything that would look too indecent to the casual onlooker. My heart was thumping hard. The older man, of course, had a wonderful view. I pictured what he would be able to see from where he was standing: The straps of my heels clinging tightly to narrow ankles that led up to my shapely calves; the long, smooth expanse of my thighs; the tiny, black hairy bush that barely covered my pussy.

I imagined his heart beating fast like mine, his hands shaking, his stiff cock pressing against the confines of his jeans. I was getting so wet. I began to wonder what dirty fantasies he was having about me. Did he want to put his head up my skirt and go down on me? Put his fingers inside me? Or did he want to bend me over the banister and push my skirt up, so that he could put his desperately hard cock in my slippery cunt?

I felt the danger. Someone could have come up the stairs any second and they would have seen; would have known what a slut I was being. I would let him see my damp slit. I let my skirt drop and walked nonchalantly upstairs with him, never looking back. I was so hot, yet slightly afraid. It was naughty, slutty, yet utterly exhilarating. And what struck me most was the feeling of control, of having power over a man like that.

I showed him as much as I wanted him to see, and no more. It was a rush that I wanted to feel again, and again. Source: reddit. Looks long to read but damm you find yourself at the bottom of the story so fast youd think you skipped so paragraphs. I hope you will tell us about your other adventures of becoming an exhibitionist. Is that what you consider yourself to be? I let him look. My brother looked at me as if he was ready to go. I hesitated. I forgot about that. It means going up to the second floor. I was thrown off when my bother suddenly reappeared beside me. I decided that it was time to end my little show.

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