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After my topless exhibition of the night before, I slept fitfully. My dreams were elusive but filled with images of being naked in front of crowds of people. I woke up early and sat in the semi-dark with a glass of water, a headache and doubts about what I was doing. Eventually I worked up enough enthusiasm for a scalding-hot shower, and after that I felt better.
I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and opened the curtains. There were a few people at the coffee shop down below and lights were on in the office buildings across the street. Suddenly it felt like my mojo was back! It was time for my next show.
I unwrapped the towel and put it on the bed. I was now stark naked, but I couldn't quite work up the courage to stand facing the window. I sat at the dressing table and did my hair and face, then stood up and rummaged in my bag for undies. But before I could put anything on my phone rang. It was my boss. I answered, and while we were talking I became distracted and wandered over to the window to look out. Belatedly I realized that I was still naked, and down below I saw two guys at the coffee shop look up at me. One pointed. I pretended not to notice and kept talking. It was thrilling but part of me wanted to duck out of sight.
I stayed where I was, enjoying the excitement of the moment and hoping my boss wouldn't hear a tremor in my voice. My hair had fallen down and was covering my breasts, so I flicked it back and and out of the way. My nipples were hard. I could feel that I was wet between my legs.
We finished talking. I put my phone down, found some undies and went back to the window. The two guys were still at the coffee shop and looking up at me. In one of the windows of the building across the street I saw a man and a woman standing at a filing cabinet. They were both staring out at me. Still naked, I went into the bathroom, used the loo and pulled on my panties. My bra was lying on the bed where I'd left it, so I walked back into the room, my breasts bare, and tied my hair up into a ponytail while standing at the window. I could not believe how exciting it was to be half-naked in front of a window with people watching me!
I wanted to prolong that delicious feeling, but I had to get to work. I could still make getting dressed as sensuous as possible though. I picked up my bra and slipped my arms through the straps, then slowly fitted my breasts into the cups. I fastened it at the back and adjusted everything until I was comfortable. Then I pulled on my skirt, blouse and shoes, my skin tingling from the excitement of the show I'd put on. Luckily the main entrance of the hotel was in a different street from the one below my window, so I didn't have to walk out and past the coffee shop where the two guys who'd been watching me were still sitting.
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I had another night in the hotel before flying home, so I repeated what I had done the previous day. Unfortunately, after my day of work I got back to the hotel rather late, so the coffee shop was closed and the office block across the way looked mostly empty. But it was nearly dark, and with the lights on and the curtains open I knew that anybody looking in would have a grandstand view. I undressed teasingly in front of the window, slipping the straps of my bra off slowly and wriggling my hips to let my panties fall. Then I threw my hair back and tied it up so that it wouldn't fall in front of my breasts. For the rest of the evening I walked around the room naked, until it was time to shower and get to bed. But without an audience my nude show felt rather disappointing. It was the thrill of being watched that was exciting, not simply being naked.
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After returning from the business trip I settled back into my normal life. For the next few weeks my exhibitionist experiments were limited to an occasional up-skirt and some minor cleavage displays. I did discover that a favourite exhibitionist trick was to wait until you had a courier delivery, then answer the door wearing very little (or nothing). But I couldn't do that - I was conscious of the fact that I needed to keep this little kink of mine private and anonymous, and if I pulled a stunt like that the delivery guy would have my name and address. Bad idea.
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A month or so later I was invited to a hen party. Or should that be a bachelorette party? Rebecca, a girlfriend of mine, was getting married, and another friend had arranged the hen party for her. She told me that there would be a male stripper, so "come prepared." That's all she said. What did that mean? I assumed there wouldn't be any men there, but I still wore my sexiest thong and bra with jeans and a t-shirt.
And the party was raunchy. The stripper was a huge, muscle-bound guy who came charging in wearing a fireman's outfit. He pranced around to loud rock music and singled out Rebecca, who was sitting in the middle of the room. She was laughing but also blushing as he stripped off in front of her. When he got down to his G-string she put her hand up and stepped away. It was obvious from the G-string that he was big and hard. But Rebecca didn't want anything more than that. She was getting married in three days' time, I suppose.
The stripper turned to the other girls sitting there. We all cheered and shouted, and he proceeded to rip off his G-string. His dick was massive and stiff as a flagpole. Candice was hollering and waving her arms, so he waltzed up to her and pushed his cock at her. She didn't need a second invitation and took his dick in her mouth. She sucked good and hard while his hands were cupping her breasts and all over her body.
Then he stepped back and pulled Rachel to her feet. Rachel was married and quite modest, and she blushed furiously while he danced with her, his cock rubbing against her stomach. But you could see she was actually enjoying it, and when he began unbuttoning her blouse she didn't object. He pulled her blouse off then grabbed her skirt. She resisted at first, but he simply pulled it down and she was left standing in her undies. All of us cheered and she laughed. But when the stripper reached for her bra strap Rachel wriggled away, grabbed her clothes and went to sit down.
The guy looked around and I found myself standing up. It was surreal. What are you doing? I asked myself. I went up to the stripper and grabbed his cock. He was hard and slimy with cum. I felt his big hands on my waist, lifting up my t-shirt. I heard the girls cheering as he pulled my t-shirt over my head. Then he unbuttoned my jeans and I wriggled my hips to let them fall. He pulled me close and fumbled with my bra strap, and before I knew it he'd slipped my bra off. The girls were clapping and shouting and I was loving it! The stripper was staring at my breasts, and I swayed and danced with him to make my boobs wobble.
I was wondering if he'd try to take my panties off, and also not sure what I would do. But it was such fun that when he put his fingers in the waistband and started pulling my panties down I didn't resist. I shimmied my hips, he pulled them down and I lifted my feet through. The guy got a good look at my pussy as I did so! I was then absolutely naked, and right next to an equally naked man with a huge hard-on!
He turned me round so I was facing the audience. They cheered and clapped, I mock bowed, picked up my clothes and went to sit down. I was so turned on I wanted to continue, but the stripper had moved on to another girl. The action continued like that for a while, with the stripper making sure that all the girls who wanted attention got it. By the time he was finished five or six of us were either naked or only in our undies.
What a rave! Taking my clothes off in front of so many people was such a thrill that I decided there and then that I had to do a real strip show of my own some time. I just had to figure out how to arrange it.
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