As an flasher, I take advantage of my travels to find men volition to indulge me, whether it 's for a pilot or a manlike flight attendant on my crew, someone I know on the hotel staff or even as wild as a group of men if I can arrange it.

Because I think men like the idea of a sexy stewardess getting nude, my outfit of choice is my genuine flight attender uniform. I feel sexy wearing it on the plane attracting men's extended glances with an extra blouse buttons undone, but so much more so when I 'm stripping from it for a perfect stranger. And in a practical sense, I already have it with me on my layovers so I do n't bear to think of something else to tamp.

I usually act out my fancy at my stop hotel. I say 'usually'because, in Amsterdam, my favorite layover city because of its broad attitudes on sex, I have a helpful acquaintance that has made especial placement for me outside my hotel, the most daring being working a 'picture window'in the De Wallen plane section of the Red Light District on Sabbatum nights which works well for me because I can only hold back the trip on weekends anyway.

This particular shop proprietor is More than willing to host me because he says the even little girl are not very motivated to form an hour long shift on public show but which, for me, is the most exhilarating show-off act I can guess of plus he says he gets Thomas More walk-ins when I 'm in the window, the variety of compliment the exhibitionist in me thrives on.

I enter the small room with the big picture windowpane wearing lingerie and a Mardi Gras Style feathery mask that hides just enough of my side to allow me to anonymously act out my illusion of stripping and masturbating for strangers which, in this case, are mostly male British tourists over for the weekend.

It 's an time of day of bliss for me as men stop and watch me from the early slope of the glass as I dance in a sexy Latina style with my workforce holding my hair above my caput and slip to nude leaving only my heels. The shop possessor William Tell me that visitors compliment him on his particular ***********ion of Saturday Night girls plus I smile a lot which makes me somewhat unique compared to other mostly bored sex shop young lady. He says my tan lines stand out and spotlight my iniquity landing landing strip which looks honest in the glow of the red inflammation - tan line of products being something you rarely see on the picture windowpane girls.

He also says visiting men are disappointed when he tells them I only work the window - meaning I'm not actually a working young woman although, I have to say, he has tried hard to convert 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 total of money for not a lot of workplace. The persona that both scare and excites me is that just the suggestion of playing a prostitute for a night activates that function of my fantasy mind that all to easily crosses the line 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 for the holidaymaker passerby, I keep their attention by leaning back in a chair that I pull up to the windowpane and watch men lustfully gaze between my legs as I theatrical role 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 starting time time. It 's all grin for me.

It 's funny seeing men shaking their top dog yes or giving thumbs up signs when I pinch my labia between digit and teasingly pluck them straight out but retain them together. But after a teasing moment I try not to disappoint them.

Eventually, I 'm ready to nail my exhibitionist hour by fingering to orgasm either in the chair or in a daybed lounge that occupies a wall in the lilliputian room although on my last layover, I finished myself off while standing up close to the window 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 hard role about that was keeping my eyes open and preventing my knees from buckling during the vivid 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 likely that I will play a man or maybe even a grouping of men sitting at the bar or a board, say, in the hotel lobby bar. When the conversation allows, I reveal my fantasy of having men observe me uncase nude from my consistent but I do n't say anything about masturbating. I want it to be an erotic and welcome surprise.

In the arranged hotel room, I ask my guest or Edgar Guest to leave alone a turning point of the bed available for me after I strip which is where I hope to both surprise and impress. Plus when I just mention that I 'll need the bed, it further peaks their pursuit.

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

I love to dance nude person for men. I do it in a aphrodisiacal Latina elan holding my haircloth loosely on top of my head. Dancing is a way that I express my sex and it 's the perfect segue for the versed interaction I will make with my dead body afterwards.

So I lie back on the bed niche, my breathing quickened from the dancing, and rest my arms above my head and close my heart to let my fantasy mind catch up and soak in the fact that I am living a fantasy in real sentence. Then I nonchalantly place my legs on either side of meat of the bed quoin to give a more detailed view of what has so far been only my tan lined landing strip show. The passage reveals my clitoris peaking out, my labia annexe starting to break open and the opening of my vagina.

While I 'm relaxing with my wooden leg parted, I might enjoy an erotic conversation while my nude sculpture consistence is being studied, the show-off 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 leg off the bed and let gravity go around them apart like a good stripper. Then I use my finger's breadth to unhood my rather prominent clit, which men often comment on, and pinch and pull my labia apart. This is a awful side of me that I think surprises men but that I also think they either secretly or openly desire. But the best share for me as an exhibitionist is what follows.

Depending on how I think my consultation wants me to masturbate, I 'll go from keeping my peg provocatively raised and spread maybe placing them in the paw of a two men volition to confine them for me to sensually pleasuring myself while lying in the middle of the bed resting my head teacher on someone 's lap, maybe asking him to sneak my nipples while I masturbate which, if I had four manpower, I 'd be doing myself because of the rattling chills it sends to my clit not to mention the OMG orgasm I have. One fourth dimension on a British Honduras stopover, two men pulled on and stretched my labia while I masturbated. What a grand orgasm it gave me. This personal fundamental interaction makes the experience with sum strangers paradoxically intimate and I think men like being a little involved.

I like to use just the pass middle finger's breadth of my right wing paw to fuck off while forming a'V'with my left paw using it to unhood my clit and keep my labia paste in order to chip in my guests an unobstructed aspect of my cunt as it builds towards climax.

I occasionally stop masturbating to exhibit my increasingly excited clit and contracting slit by pulling my labia out, and sometimes, just for fun, first step and closing them like butterfly stroke wings. The intermission also give my pussy a recollective make up which wages me with an even more intense and enjoyable orgasm, one that I immensely enjoy sharing.

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

Speaking of orgasms, when I was a young stripling and first started having exhibitionist opinion, I would wank to the fantasy of being seen naked by my aged brother 's well friend but never acted on it.

Eventually, though, the itch was overwhelmingly potent and I 'll never block my first sentence. It was in Guadalupe River State Park in Texas where I took off my Bikini top in a thin wooded domain near the river and in sight of three Mexican fisher. I pretended I did n't see them but made little side glance and they seemed very interested so I daringly took off my bottoms. I walked around with a beach towel pretending to count for a situation to tan. I was so nervous and excited at the Saame time that I started shaking. I only hoped it was n't obvious. I masturbated many times afterwards thinking of that new and stimulating experience.

Now I do n't know if it was logic or lust that suggested to my fantasy mind, `` Why hold to fuck off afterwards when you can do it in real time ? '' So when I tried it for the low gear time, that is, masturbated for a boy that wanted to watch me, my orgasm was improbable and I was hooked for life history. And if you 're like me, you know that the orgasm you have while acting out an exhibitionist fancy is incomparable to any other.

So keep an eye out for me when you 'Fly The Friendly Skies'. Who knows what a suggestive wink will get you - a strip and onanism show from a real flight attendant ?