As an exhibitionist, I take vantage of my travels to find men willing to spoil me, whether it 's for a pilot or a male flight attendant on my crew, someone I know on the hotel faculty or even as wild as a group of men if I can arrange it.

Because I think men like the theme of a sexy stewardess getting naked, my outfit of option is my actual flying tender uniform. I feel sexy wearing it on the airplane attracting men's extended glances with an extra blouse push button undone, but so much more so when I 'm stripping from it for a double-dyed stranger. And in a practical signified, I already have it with me on my layovers so I do n't have to think of something else to jam.

I usually act out my fantasy at my layover hotel. I say 'usually'because, in Amsterdam, my favorite layover city because of its liberal attitudes on sex, I have a helpful friend that has made peculiar arrangements for me outside my hotel, the most daring being working a 'picture window'in the De Wallen department of the Red Light District on Saturday Night which works well for me because I can only withstand the trip on weekends anyway.

This particular shop owner is Sir Thomas More than bequeath to host me because he says the fixture girls are not very motivated to cultivate an hour long shift on public display but which, for me, is the most exhilarating exhibitionist act I can call up of plus he says he gets more walk-ins when I 'm in the window, the kind of compliment the flasher in me thrives on.

I enter the small room with the big picture window wearing lingerie and a Mardi Gras way feathery masquerade that hides just enough of my brass to give up me to anonymously act out my fantasy of stripping and masturbating for strangers which, in this grammatical case, are mostly male British tourists over for the weekend.

It 's an hr of walking on air for me as men stop and watch me from the other side of the drinking glass as I dance in a sexy Latina manner with my hands holding my hair above my head and strip show to nude leaving only my heel. The workshop owner Tell me that visitant compliment him on his detail ***********ion of Saturday night girls plus I smile a lot which makes me somewhat alone compared to other mostly bored sex shop girls. He says my tan lines stand out and highlight my darkness landing strip which looks good in the gleaming of the red kindling - tan cable being something you rarely see on the movie window girls.

He also says visiting men are disappointed when he tells them I only work the window - substance I'm not actually a working lady friend although, I have to say, he has tried hard to convince me.

'' You 're already here on a layover and I 'm offering you a great way to spend it. ''

'' Men would pay a lot to be with you. ``

Then he quotes a tempting sum of money of money for not a lot of work. The part that both scares and excites me is that just the hypnotism of playing a woman of the street for a dark activates that part of my phantasy creative thinker that all to easily bilk the ancestry but so far I have n't. I do admit that when I 'm masturbating in the picture window I fantasize about what it would be like having sex with multiple strangers on my one night in Amsterdam.

So after dancing and posing nude sculpture for the tourist passer-by, I keep their attention by leaning back in a chair that I pull up to the window and watch men lustfully gaze between my legs as I piece them. I love the reaction I get when I continue by hooking my legs over the armrests of the chair showing my pussy to them for the first clock time. It 's all grinning for me.

It 's fishy seeing men shaking their heads yes or giving thumbs up signs when I pinch my labia between fingers and teasingly pull them straight out but keep them together. But after a teasing mo I try not to let down them.

Eventually, I 'm cook to dispatch my exhibitionist 60 minutes by fingering to orgasm either in the chair or in a chaise lounge that occupies a bulwark in the tiny way although on my concluding layover, I finished myself off while standing up close to the windowpane while looking in to the eyes of the men watching me as I climaxed which was extremely erotic for me, almost intimate, and something I think they also enjoyed. The backbreaking portion about that was keeping my centre open and preventing my knee joint from buckling during the intense orgasm.

But standing, sitting or reclining, I climax easily thinking of men desiring me or those that will later get off to thinking of me masturbating.

So, really, in any city but Amsterdam, it 's most potential that I will encounter a man or maybe even a group of men sitting at the bar or a table, say, in the hotel lobby bar. When the conversation allows, I reveal my fantasy of having men watch me denudate nude from my uniform but I do n't say anything about masturbating. I want it to be an titillating and receive surprise.

In the arranged hotel room, I ask my guest or guest to will a corner of the bed available for me after I strip which is where I hope to both surprise and impress. Plus when I just honorable mention that I 'll need the bed, it further peaks their interest.

So after my flight attendant cartoon strip tease to nude, I do what men have told me they like which is dance naked for them, wearing just my black heels but I also like the sexy look of thigh high stockings.

I love to trip the light fantastic toe nude for men. I do it in a sexy Latina style holding my hair loosely on top of my question. Dancing is a way that I express my sexuality and it 's the everlasting segue for the familiar fundamental interaction I will have with my trunk afterwards.

So I lie back on the bed turning point, my breathing quickened from the dance, and rest my arms above my head and conclusion my eyes to let my fantasy mind charm up and soak in the fact that I am living a fantasy in real time. Then I nonchalantly place my leg on either side of the bed corner to sacrifice a more detailed view of what has so far been only my tan lined landing strip. The transition reveals my button peaking out, my labia backstage starting to flare and the opening of my vagina.

While I 'm relaxing with my legs parted, I might enjoy an erotic conversation while my nude body is being studied, the flasher in me getting off to baring all for total strangers. If I sense they want to see more, I indulge them and straighten and raise my off my ramification off the bed and let gravity spread them apart like a full stripper. Then I use my fingers to unhood my rather outstanding clit, which men often comment on, and pinch and deplume my labia apart. This is a nasty position of me that I think surprise men but that I also think they either secretly or openly desire. But the scoop voice for me as an flasher is what follows.

Depending on how I think my audience wants me to masturbate, I 'll go from keeping my legs provocatively raised and spread maybe placing them in the hands of a two men willing to obtain them for me to sensually pleasuring myself while lying in the middle of the bed resting my foreland on someone 's lap, maybe asking him to pinch my nipples while I masturbate which, if I had four workforce, I 'd be doing myself because of the wondrous tingle it sends to my button not to mention the OMG sexual climax I have. One time on a Belize layover, two men pulled on and stretched my labia while I masturbated. What a wonderful coming it gave me. This personal interaction makes the experience with total strangers paradoxically intimate and I think men like being a little involved.

I like to use just the stretch forth heart digit of my correct hand to wank while forming a'V'with my left hired hand using it to unhood my button and sustain my labia spread in order of magnitude to give my guests an unobstructed view of my pussy as it builds towards climax.

I occasionally stop masturbating to point my increasingly excited clitoris and contracting pussy by pulling my labia out, and sometimes, just for fun, opening and closing them like butterfly wings. The interruption also give my pussy a longer work up up which rewards me with an even more intense and pleasurable sexual climax, one that I immensely enjoy sharing.

To make my masturbation show more complete, I tuck my limb in close to my breasts which presses them together and makes them jiggle in regular recurrence to my fingering. I want my guest to remember me well after I have returned, satisfied, to my room.

speaking of coming, when I was a young teen and first started having show-off intuitive feeling, I would masturbate to the fantasy of being seen naked by my elderly brother 's honorable friend but never acted on it.

Eventually, though, the urge was overwhelmingly potent and I 'll never forget my first time. It was in Guadalupe River commonwealth Park in Texas where I took off my bikini top in a thin wooded area near the river and in sight of three Mexican fishermen. I pretended I did n't see them but made niggling face glances and they seemed very interested so I daringly took off my prat. I walked around with a beach towel pretending to look for a dapple to tan. I was so aflutter and excited at the Sami time that I started shaking. I only hoped it was n't obvious. I masturbated many time afterwards thinking of that new and exhilarating experience.

Now I do n't know if it was system of logic or crave that suggested to my fantasy nous, `` Why wait to masturbate afterwards when you can do it in real time ? '' So when I tried it for the first fourth dimension, that is, masturbated for a boy that wanted to determine me, my orgasm was improbable and I was hooked for life. And if you 're like me, you know that the climax you have while acting out an exhibitionist fantasy is incomparable to any other.

So stay fresh an eye out for me when you 'Fly The Friendly Skies'. Who knows what a suggestive wink will get you - a strip and masturbation display from a genuine flying attendant ?