Exhibitionist Flight Attendant

I am a real stewardess and fly for a Major US Airline, but you won't see me like this on your flight or know that I am an admitted exhibitionist. Simply put, I enjoy masturbating for men while they watch. It's my favorite way of sexually expressing and satisfying myself. As an exhibitionist, I take advantage of my travels to find men interested in helping me, whether it's for a pilot or a male flight attendant on a layover, someone I've befriended on the hotel staff, or even as wild as a group of men if I can arrange it. As long as someone is watching me, I get off to it.

Traveling as a flight attendant, I have the opportunity to perform my strip and masturbation show in different cities I visit. Some of my favorite acted out fantasies are; masturbating for ten German soccer players in a private summer garden by the Main River in Frankfurt - Masturbating in a hammock outdoors at night by Tiki Torch light at a Belize resort for my two pilots - Performing for those same two pilots in an open area in the woods just up from the beach next to our resort, one of my most intimate and interactive experiences - Stripping naked and fingering to orgasm on stage at 'Scores Gentlemen's Club' on Amateur Night in Tampa, Florida. I performed again in the finals later that month, when I had the audience take off my clothes. When I was nude, I went to the edge of the stage, laid down, spread my legs open to inviting arms ready to hold my ankles up and pulled my labia wide for a group of men that gathered in to see the intimate view I was providing. Then I acted out my fantasy and fingered myself to orgasm for the great crowd, the most men (and a few women) I have ever masturbated for.

Also memorable was when myself and another woman I met at the Scores Club were actually hired for a bachelor's party on a private boat in Sarasota, Florida. We stripped and danced nude for a rowdy group of men on the aft deck after the skipper dropped anchor in a secluded cove.

Later that evening, the party continued at the host's home. My flight didn't leave until the next afternoon so I jumped at the exhibitionist opportunity. Lucky for me, I always pack a party dress that shows significant cleavage with a push up bra. I rarely use it but, truth be told, I don't like to miss an exhibitionist opportunity.

The bachelor party guests were either standing near an outdoor bar that was set up near the pool or were in a game room in the pool house. So I picked a spot in between the two and started dancing in a sexy Latina style, with my hands holding my hair above my head and my eyes closed.

When men started to walk over from the bar, drinks in hand, I danced even more sensually, using my hands to slide down my body, over my breasts and down to my rounded Latina ass. When the song ended, I didn't want to stop but I also wanted to gauge the level of interest in these seemingly lusty men. When they practically pleaded for me to keep dancing, I had my signal to continue. I took that as strong encouragement to strip for them.

I slowly slipped my party dress from my shoulders, down over my bra, my panties and over my heels. I danced my way into the game room, losing my bra on the way making a fun twirl and tossing it aside. I made my way to the billiards table, slid my panties off and tucked them into a side pocket. I kicked my heels off, and with the help of two men, climbed onto the table as they pocketed the remaining balls. I apologized for interrupting their game and promised to make it up to them if they'd give me the chance. They said, by all means since they weren't playing for money.

I had one additional request. I told them that a shot of tequila for me would be a good investment. I think they knew what I meant. Ever since I was a young teen, when I first developed my exhibitionist fantasies, tequila was like a magic elixir that took all inhibitions away and allowed me to get the most out of my shared masturbation experience.

I was leaning back on my hands sipping the tequila and talking to men whose eyes were studying my body like there was a test on it the next day. When I set my glass down, I was already buzzed and ready. I laid back on the felt but within seconds, someone kindly brought a couch pillow to rest my head on. I separated my legs and tucked my feet into two corner pockets. I raised my arms toward the opposite end's pockets even though they were too far to actually reach, closed my eyes, and laid spread eagle as the men made their way down for their first view between my thighs.

I closed my eyes and let my fantasy mind take over. I pictured their eyes on my nude body, taking in my full breast, my nipples, gazing between my thighs. Their talk turned to their observations. "Now that's a nice pussy." "Wish my girlfriend had tits like that.""You don't see a big clit like that every day." "Love that landing strip." "Yeah, and those tan lines that frame it."

They started asking me why I was doing this for them. Since I had been on the boat with most of them that afternoon, they knew that I was a flight attendant on a Sarasota layover. They were fascinated that I was spending it getting naked for men I'd never met. So with little inhibition, as you can well detect (I'm already laying, legs parted, on a pool table surrounded by horny young men), I opened up about my exhibitionism being my most pleasurable way of sexually expressing myself. That I had started having exhibitionist feelings since pretty much puberty when my naturist ways became sexual. I told them that I felt I was born with these desires, that I thought there was something wrong with me but that I eventually gave in to what made me happiest. I admitted that it's something I think about almost all the time even though I try to project normalcy. So that's why I was there, to fulfill my exhibitionist fantasy.

Talking openly about what most excites me as an exhibitionist - my nude body being the center of attention - the anticipation of the pleasure of masturbating to it in real time - and the ultimate goal of experiencing the exquisite exhibitionist orgasm caused me to start playing with my clit without being consciously aware of it.

As they talked about my body, my excitement grew. I brought my other arm down and formed a V shape with my index and middle fingers of my left hand and pulled up to unhood my now erect clit, When men see my unhooded clit for the first time, I know they are fascinated by its size, so I brought my right hand up to my mouth to moisten it, taking my time for the curious onlookers. I returned my extended moistened middle finger to my clit and lightly stroked it up and down and side to side. I pushed it over to one side and let it spring back up. Then the other side. The rowdy talk got me so hot. I knew I was going to masturbate with all these guys watching me. I felt myself getting wet. I had to ask for a napkin because I didn't want to leave anything on this nice billiards table.

What I didn't expect was when they saw what the napkin's purpose was, one guy jumped in and said. "Here, let me do that for you." That was totally unexpected but he had already taken it from my hand and moved down to my right hip. He said, "Pull your lips apart so I can do this properly."

At first, I didn't know what to do but he actually took me to where I was going anyway so I acted like I was indulging him - obeying his order - and pinched my labia between two fingers and pulled them out to the side.

"Is this good enough? Will it work for you?" I asked.

"Holy shit! That's one extraordinary pussy you got, Yvonne. Every one of you guys needs to get down here and see this. You may never see this again. We have lying right here in front of us, a hot Latina flight attendant with a pretty smile, gorgeous face, long dark hair, big tits, tight abs, a perfect natural landing strip, a really big clit and a yummy tight pussy."

I could tell the booze had set in with these partiers, the effects obvious. The one bold man who dabbled my vagina with the napkin was a good indication. The next was the stretch I felt on my inner thighs as my knees were pulled out wider. Men were trying to see their way in for a better view of my labia spread vagina's inner sugar walls.

The hands on my knees remained. It was not what I'm used to but I realized that I just happened to be at the after party of the afternoon's bachelor boat party. It might spoil my exhibitionist mood if I asked them to take their hands away. In a way, I thought their touch on my body might make this a more intimate affair between me and my voyeurs.

So I released my labia and started to finger my clit and with my left hand supplied the unhooding of my very excited and waiting pearl. The talk subsided and the voyeuring began. I loved that my masturbating had that effect on them.

But the hands being placed on my body continued. As I got seriously into fingering, I felt a hand on my right breast followed by another on my left. I interrupted my masturbating and slapped the greedy hands away. I supposed that these new hands felt encouraged by my acceptance of those already on my knees and thighs. My reaction was met with the sound of laughter

When I resumed masturbating, the hands boldly came back in, more aggressively and joined by others.. I slapped them away again to even more laughter. I was frustrated as they were interfering with my goal of achieving my wonderful exhibitionist orgasm. But I decided that I wasn't going to let their interruptions stop me so I adjusted to the situation and convinced myself that it was just part of my exhibitionist experience - that their hands on me was part of the attention that I was seeking. It just wasn't what I had fantasized about in the past. I also thought I'd been lucky to have survived the lengths I have sometimes gone to act out my fantasy.

Sometimes, especially in the evening, I have felt desperate to find someone to masturbate for, so I've taken bigger chances than I should have.

One good example of the unpredictability and scariness that my acting out can conjure was a time that I performed for a man in his home in an upscale community of San Antonio called The Dominion. His name was Richard. He had acted all the gentleman before and during the first part of my dance and strip. When I started masturbating, he asked if he could film me but I said no. But he wouldn't take no for an answer. He started pleading with me to let him film me saying it was because his girlfriend refused to let him watch her masturbate - that he'd die a happy man if I let him film me so that he could watch the video later. So I relented, telling him that if he gave me a mask to wear, I would do it. He came up with one faster than anyone should have which should have scared me away but, you see, I was at the point of no return. I had to orgasm that night or spend the night and who knows how long in what I can only describe as a desperate need of being watched masturbating. Addicted? Do you think?

I remembered fingering myself to climax for Richard but the next event was waking up and finding myself strapped naked into a chair- like device meant only for one thing which was all too obvious by the S & M paraphernalia adorning the concrete walls. I realized I had been drugged. The abridged story is that Richard was waiting for the right woman to indulge him in trying out his dildo fucking machine with its assorted and realistic phalluses. Indulge is the word he used. He thanked me for indulging him. I knew he was crazy then. That is another story that I have yet to fully tell.

But the point I make is that I will find the unanticipated in what I do. In fact, after that experience with psycho man, I swore off my acting out. But that lasted all of three months when I had eight Las Vegas layovers in one month. You can imagine my temptation there with all the men away from their wives who would gladly watch me strip off my clothes, dance nude, and finger myself to orgasm for their viewing pleasure and, for me, the pleasure of being viewed.

So, at the after bachelor party, I lay on the pool table and resigned myself to letting the hands have their way and went back to fingering my clit. I had to concentrate really hard because of the distraction of I don't know how many hands that were squeezing and shaking my boobs. Others were pinching and pulling up on my nipples.

Someone got the idea that my legs were in their way so he lifted one of my feet out of the pocket and pulled it wide off the table so he could get inside of it. My other foot was pulled out and to the side in the same way. This apparently gave much better access to my pussy because the vulture hands moved in and performed their own labia pulls but with much less concern for my comfort. I looked up and saw three men peering between my thighs, their hands extended in to open my vagina, having their own pussy reveal party, laughing and saying very explicit things. Their graphic talk created a line of men peering over and around the ones closer in. Surely all these men were seeing more of my pussy than I ever had!

Even if I wanted them to stop, I wouldn't have tried. I wanted so bad to climax, I blocked out from my mind their probing hands and fingered like crazy to get there. I don't know why it surprised me but someone got the idea that I needed a good finger fuck to aid my orgasm although I don't believe his motives were completely altruistic. The plunging fingers were replaced by something harder but I didn't know what or try to figure it out. I just let myself go when I finally reached that point in masturbation when you know it's going to happen and all you gotta do is keep at it, I arched my back off the table best I could with my legs on the edge of the pool table and let out a loud long moan. My legs were shaking uncontrollably as the most pleasurable chills flushed through my body. After I climaxed, I felt exhausted and flopped back down. The combination of tequila and my tremendous exhibitionist orgasm always makes sleep irresistible. My eyes closed to the feeling of the many hands getting in what they could before I left for the evening.

When I awoke, the only hands on me were those on one guy pulling up on both nipples and shaking my breasts below them. Two other partiers had my clit unhooded and were flicking it back and forth. But what I also noticed was that there was a long neck beer bottle inserted into my vagina. Didn't take long to realize that it was a beer bottle that was the hard thing I felt earlier in my vagina. I told them to take it out. They did saying, "Sorry, wasn't our idea."

At home, I perform a masturbation show for a group of friends who also understand and accept the exhibitionist in me. We meet monthly for beers (Tequila shots for me) at a local bar and continue the party at my place where I change into an outfit I have chosen or one that they sometimes kindly provide. When I reappear, I perform a dance and striptease in a sexy Latina style. The outfit of choice for them is my actual flight attendant uniform which is also fun for me because I feel sexy in it and, more so, taking it off (at work, on the airplane, I sometimes catch men's attention with an extra blouse button undone with a lacy part of my bra exposed). When I strip from my uniform at home, I wear sexier bras and panties underneath than I do at work. As I remove my clothes and see their eyes looking up and down my body, the exhibitionist 'switch' in me turns on and my 'fantasy mind' takes over.

I have long since accepted that this is just a part of who I am, how I express and satisfy myself sexually. And even though it interferes with intimate relationships (read having a serious boyfriend), it's something I'm not willing to give up at this time in my life. Addicted? Probably!

So by this time in my performance, after I'm naked and wearing only my black heels, I feel compelled to continue. I have talked to the guys about this inner need (which is where their understanding and acceptance comes in) and they have been nothing but encouraging saying they hope I never change. Since we all meet regularly, often with the introduction of a new (curious) friend, I think everyone looks forward to it. I've come to consider them good friends and feel very comfortable sharing the exhibitionist side of me. After all, how could I do it without them?

When I am ready to show them the more intimate side of me, we turn the music down or off, so I can concentrate, and I lie back on my pleasure couch, resting one leg on the back cushion and the other on the lap of one of my friends sitting in what they call the best seat in the house, a chair they move up close. Then I get comfortable, relax my legs open, and touch my body in sensual ways from my hair down to my thighs. I close my eyes because I think it makes a sexier appearance but I sometimes peek because I get off to them looking at me. Closing my eyes again, I imagine their desirous eyes upon me and want to show them more. Their expressed favorite, from one of our earlier times together, is when I pull my labia apart for them. It seems I've developed half the show around it doing different things for them. One they particularly like is when I pull them out and let them snap back. If I'm in a particularly nasty mood (which has lately become the norm) the chair man pulls my lips apart for me while I fold my arms behind my head. I like the feeling of my labia being pinched and stretched in different ways and love to watch their eyes as they gaze at me, a big turn on and compliment for the exhibitionist in me. One guy in particular really likes clits so when he's in the seat, I make sure I bring her out for him. So the best seat in the house has taken on new meaning.

At some point, with all the sexual play and talk, I naturally progress into a more selfish role of pleasuring myself and settle in, close my eyes, and finger with my arms tucked in close to my breasts so they jiggle. I finish by masturbating to orgasm, getting off to them watching and encouraging me, my fantasy realized.

Afterwards, we turn the music back on, refresh our drinks, sometimes order food and continue the party. I often stay naked, wearing just heels, or wear panties and a bra or maybe an open silk robe. I then perform a more customized dance and masturbation show for individual guys in a separate bedroom where I encourage my friends to masturbate for me. I do whatever they want, dance naked, masturbate, or show them my pussy, in order for me to see their magnificent squirt. I love it when a new guest masturbates for me. Our parties have become the highlight of my month.

Before I got married, I lived alone in my condo. My routine when arriving home from a trip was to, first, pour myself a shot of Tequila as my welcome home to myself. Then I'd take it into my living room and get completely undressed. I'd take my wings off my uniform and throw it into a dry cleaning bag. My other clothes I'd throw into the laundry room closet that is outside on my back patio. I like to walk outside onto my patio naked although it's not a big deal. There is a privacy fence around the patio. But my fantasy mind liked to consider that there was a potential exhibitionist opportunity. I knew there was a man that lived on the third floor of the building across from me and he would easily be able to see me naked on my patio.

Once I determined that he probably lived alone, I started looking to see if he might be standing on his balcony when I got home from trips. Overall, my observations showed me that he was out there quite a lot. For one he was a smoker but even when he wasn't lit up, I think he was just enjoying the fresh air. What would he think if he saw a pretty, naked Latina woman walk outside onto her patio carrying a handful of clothes to her laundry closet?

I liked the idea, so I added to my arriving home routine a glance through the blinds to see if he might be there. When he wasn't, it was more of a letdown than I liked to admit. My overactive fantasy mind was not often based on reality.

But then one time after arriving home, I peeked out as usual to see if he might be there. I couldn't believe it. He was standing just outside of his sliding glass door while holding a Lone Star beer in his hand. From that place, he could see off to the side of his balcony and down into my back patio area. I kind of panicked because I wanted to take advantage of this rare occasion but I was still dressed. So I just reacted and walked outside in my uniform with the tequila bottle I'd brought into my living room with me. I wanted to keep his attention focused on my patio area. I thought that going out on my patio fully clothed was actually a good idea because then he would see that his neighbor is a flight attendant.

I didn't want to go back inside and risk losing his attention so I opened the laundry doors and thought, why not just undress here? But I had to make it convincing. I set the tequila bottle on the dryer and took off my neck scarf and started to unbutton my blouse. But what if he wasn't looking? I had to know. I left my tequila there, went inside but left the patio door open so that he would know I was returning. I ran upstairs to a darkened bedroom window, and peaked between the blinds. YES! He was looking right down onto my patio and he had put a sleeve onto his can of beer, maybe a fresh cold one, which meant, to me, he was interested. My body reacted with what I call my exhibitionist shivers. They come when I find any serendipitous opportunity to act out my masturbation fantasy. It's caused by over-excitement.

I ran back downstairs, got my dry cleaning bag and a stack of mail off the table, and scurried back to the door. I stopped, took a breath, composed myself, kicked off my heels, and walked casually out the door. I kinda laughed inside thinking of what he was seeing, a uniformed flight attendant with a cloth bag, a bottle of Tequila, and a few days worth of mail. Actually it seemed plausible to me, so I went with it.

I faced toward my washer and unsnapped and unzipped my skirt. I let it drop and used my feet to bring it up to my hands to stuff it into the bag. I rolled my pantyhose down my legs and threw them in the washing machine. I removed my blouse, laid it out, and unfastened my wings, and put it in the bag too. I was thinking I wanted to savor this opportunity so I delayed removing my bra and panties.

My stopping at my bra and panties would provide a nice tease as he would likely be thinking that I may not, and in fact probably would not, get naked outside on my patio. I took a sip of Tequila to indicate that I wasn't going inside just yet. The tequila was having its usual fantasy freeing effect on me. I was horny now and wanted to masturbate. I decided I could record these next moments and masturbate to them later. But first I had to make the memory.

I felt that I was in control now and it was perfect. I turned around and leaned back against the washer and started opening mail. After a few pieces, I was really curious as to what he was doing. Was he there? Was he enjoying seeing me? I squeezed into the laundry closet and peaked out from between the little gap where the door was hinged. He was gone! His blinds were closed! But then I realized he had not closed them completely. In fact, I could see him looking down through a gap he had left. He was being discreet. Maybe he was masturbating! Oh, I hoped so! What a compliment and a reward for me! It was time to show him more, to make it as good for him as it was for me. I would find a way to masturbate.

I leaned back against the washer, facing outward, giving him his offset side view of me. I picked up another piece of mail and, acting tired, returned it to the dryer top and instead picked up my Tequila bottle and sipped directly from it. I leaned my head back and relaxed. With the bottle in one hand, I used the other to slide my bra straps off my shoulders. Would he be masturbating more intently with the anticipation of me getting naked? I reached behind me and unfastened it with one hand, pulled it down off of me, and flung it onto the washer. I ran my hand under my boobs to comfort them after a day in confinement. I held onto the dryer and, with my Tequila bottle hand, maneuvered my panties down over my feet, throwing them onto the washer too. I brushed my pubic patch for more comfort, leaned back against the dryer and took another sip of tequila. It was so warming to my body. I felt completely relaxed and, at the same time, excited beyond belief.

I imagined my neighbor masturbating to my naked body, with fresh tan lines made on my previous layover that accentuated my breasts and landing strip. I would try to give him an extended look. I picked up some more mail and slowly went through it, even taking my time with the ads and junk mail. After another five minutes, I decided it was my turn. I placed the mail back on the dryer and started brushing my landing strip with both hands. He would like that. Maybe this naked flight attendant on her back patio might let the booze affect her libido and progress into something more than just grooming.

I wasted no time. Without a conscious thought, my right hand's extended middle finger started warming my clit up. Well, turns out, she was already warmed up - as is nearly always the case

Then an erotic scene formed in my fantasy mind. What if I got one of my two reclining patio chairs out of the storage closet on the opposite side of my patio and used that as a way to let him see more of me while I masturbated. I couldn't move fast enough. I wondered what he thought of my sudden dart to the closet. Understandably, he would think I'm one horny bitch and had a compulsion to masturbate.

Well, he would be right! I wished I'd had a beach towel to lay on but I wasn't going to go inside to find one. I laid back, making sure I did not look up at his balcony, and started fingering. I thought about how I was, once again, enjoying all the pleasures of masturbating, and in that moment, thanked my neighbor for being there when I got home, I also realized that it may be a long time before I found him looking out when I got home. If I gave him a good masturbation show, maybe he would start looking for me when I came home.

So I masturbated very deliberately. I got so excited knowing he was watching me, that I fingered faster and raised my legs slowly toward the sky. I let gravity open my legs. I wanted him to see my pussy when I climaxed. What he thought of my way of positioning my body during masturbation I didn't know. Maybe he was thinking that this was just the way this crazy bitch got off. I interrupted my fingering about every thirty seconds and pulled my labia out and let them snap back like it was part of how I masturbated. But I was just showing him my pussy as best I could. I wanted to make his day as he was unknowingly making mine. After about three or four minutes, I shuddered with the rapid onset of a powerful orgasm. I started to moan loudly. I quickly put my left hand over my mouth as I fingered like crazy in the midst of a wonderful exhibitionist orgasm. The usual combination of tequila and orgasm made me very sleepy. I rested my legs out to either side of the chair and went to sleep, leaving him a view between my legs as I slept.

After flight attendant training, it took me about six months to work up the nerve to ask someone if they wanted to watch me masturbate. The first time was for my two pilots on the first of our three Belize layovers that month. The first time was actually outdoors late at night in a hammock near the resort pool. It was a beautiful setting under Tiki Torch light. The pilots stood watch for passersby while I climbed into the hammock. My bikini top was easy to take off but I struggled to remove the bottom. When I was settled in, I fingered myself for a long time. I was excited but also really nervous. It took me a long time to cum. I apologized. I told them I was nervous but they both said they loved watching me. So despite my awkwardness, I felt rewarded and couldn't wait for our trip to Belize the next week when I was determined to show them a better masturbation show. Although I used the same hammock, I had to hold back my orgasm as I was relishing the moment of masturbating outdoors again for my two pilots.

As a way to say goodbye in a memorable way, on our 'red eye' back to the States that night, I visited them in the cockpit after the service was over, stripped nude and let my boobs bounce in the occasional turbulence as I stood between them. They hung my panties and bra over their control columns and took photos of them! Then I was invited to sit in the jump seat. I buckled myself in, relaxed, and masturbated very comfortably while they watched under the soft glow of the dimmed cockpit lights. I was directed to rest my feet on the edge of the center console so I did and let my legs relax open. It seemed more like fantasy than real which was good for me as it's the fantasy thoughts that make me climax the best.

I said, "Before I masturbate, would you like to see my labia spread?"

The First Officer said, 'Yeah. Who knows when we will get together again?'

He pulled out a small flashlight and said, 'Do you mind?'

I said, 'Just like a pilot.'

I pulled my lips apart as he shined his light between my legs. 'Man you are beautiful. I would never get tired of watching you do that.'

I brought my clit out for him knowing he'd like that.

'Exquisite' he said.

I got an idea and said, 'Hand me your flashlight.'

Then I pulled one of my labia out and put the light behind it but couldn't stretch it in the right way to cover the lens so I asked him to hold the light in position for me. He did and I used two sets of fingers to stretch my labia to cover the lens. You can probably imagine what it looked like with little veins running randomly through it. They were wowed and so was I. We were like little nasty kids playing doctor. I was so comfortable with these guys plus their curiosity made it even more fun. They wanted to compare one labia to another so they switched hands depending on which side I was stretching.

As a side note, I learned from that experience that even though I have probably smaller than average labia, it's amazing how much they can be stretched if you try. And what we decided was that each labia was unique in the pattern of blood vessels running randomly through it. I told them I was horny and was ready to masturbate. They kept the flashlight on my pussy as I started in. I fingered slowly for as long as I could but it's like I was on 'bater pilot'. As I started to orgasm, my fingers stroked rapidly across my clit until I shuddered in the seat.

After I settled down, the Captain said, 'You're absolutely beautiful. I've never met a woman like you. We really gotta get together again!'

I responded, 'I hope we do. You guys have been great. You've really spoiled the exhibitionist in me but I'd better get dressed and get back before the purser suspects something - probably too late huh?