As an flasher, I take advantage of my travel to find men willing to indulge me, whether it 's for a buffer or a male flight attendant on my bunch, someone I know on the hotel stave or even as wild as a group of men if I can dress it.

Because I think men like the idea of a sexy stewardess getting naked, my turnout of choice is my actual flight attendant uniform. I feel sexy wearing it on the aeroplane attracting men's extended coup d'oeil with an extra blouse buttons undone, but so much more so when I 'm stripping from it for a fill out stranger. And in a virtual good sense, I already have it with me on my layovers so I do n't get to think of something else to pile.

I usually act out my fantasy at my layover hotel. I say 'usually'because, in Amsterdam, my preferent stopover city because of its liberal attitude on sex, I have a helpful friend that has made special arrangements for me outside my hotel, the most dare being working a 'picture window'in the De Wallen section of the Red Light dominion on Saturday Night which works well for me because I can only support the trip on weekends anyway.

This particular shop class owner is Sir Thomas More than willing to host me because he says the steady missy are not very motivated to play an hour long shift on world video display but which, for me, is the most stimulating exhibitionist act I can think of plus he says he gets more walk-in when I 'm in the window, the kind of compliment the exhibitionist in me thrives on.

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

It 's an hr of blissfulness for me as men stop and watch me from the other position of the glass as I dance in a aphrodisiac Latina way with my hands holding my hairsbreadth above my foreland and strip to nude leaving only my heels. The shop owner tells me that visitant compliment him on his particular ***********ion of Sat nighttime female child plus I smile a lot which makes me somewhat unique compared to early mostly bored sex shop miss. He says my tan lines stand out and highlight my wickedness landing strip show which looks good in the glow of the red inflammation - tan lines 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 little girl although, I have to say, he has tried hard to convert me.

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

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

Then he quotes a tempting total of money for not a lot of oeuvre. The constituent that both scare and excites me is that just the suggestion of playing a bawd for a night activates that office of my fantasy judgement that all to easily get over the railway line but so far I have n't. I do admit that when I 'm masturbating in the film windowpane 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 tourer passer-by, I keep their aid by leaning back in a chair that I pull up to the windowpane and watch men lustfully gaze between my legs as I part them. I love the reaction I get when I continue by hooking my legs over the armrests of the hot seat showing my slit to them for the first time. It 's all smiles for me.

It 's amusing seeing men shaking their heads yes or giving quarter round up augury when I pinch my labia between finger and teasingly get out them straight out but keep them together. But after a teasing moment I try not to let down them.

Eventually, I 'm ready to complete my exhibitionist hr by fingering to orgasm either in the chair or in a chaise sofa that occupies a paries in the bantam room although on my lowest stop, I finished myself off while standing up close to the windowpane while looking in to the heart of the men watching me as I climaxed which was extremely titillating for me, almost intimate, and something I think they also enjoyed. The hard office about that was keeping my eyes open and preventing my knee 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 thought of me masturbating.

So, really, in any urban center but Dutch capital, it 's most likely that I will meet a man or maybe even a radical of men sitting at the bar or a tabular array, say, in the hotel lobby bar. When the conversation allows, I reveal my phantasy of having men observe me reave nude from my uniform 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 guests to leave behind a corner of the bed usable for me after I strip which is where I hope to both surprise and impress. Plus when I just mention that I 'll postulate the bed, it further peaks their interest.

So after my escape attendant strip show tease to nude, I do what men have told me they like which is terpsichore naked for them, wearing just my black hound but I also like the aphrodisiac look of second joint mellow stockings.

I love to trip the light fantastic nude for men. I do it in a sexy Latina style holding my hair loosely on top of my head. dancing is a way that I express my gender and it 's the perfect segue for the intimate fundamental interaction I will possess with my body afterwards.

So I lie back on the bed corner, my breathing quickened from the terpsichore, and take a breather my blazonry above my head and finish my eyes to let my fantasy creative thinker catch up and hook in the fact that I am living a fantasy in real fourth dimension. Then I nonchalantly place my pegleg on either English of the bed niche to kick in a more detailed thought of what has so far been only my tan lined landing comic strip. The modulation reveals my clitoris peaking out, my labia wings starting to flare out and the opening of my vagina.

While I 'm relaxing with my legs parted, I might enjoy an erotic conversation while my au naturel eubstance is being studied, the exhibitionist in me getting off to baring all for aggregate alien. If I sense they want to see more, I indulge them and square away and upgrade my off my legs off the bed and let gravity spread them apart like a good stripper. Then I use my fingers to unhood my rather outstanding clit, which men often comment on, and pinch and pull up my labia apart. This is a foul position of me that I think surprisal men but that I also think they either secretly or openly desire. But the best part for me as an show-off is what follows.

Depending on how I think my hearing wants me to masturbate, I 'll go from keeping my legs provocatively raised and spread maybe placing them in the hired hand of a two men willing to hold them for me to sensually pleasuring myself while lying in the midriff of the bed resting my question on someone 's lap, maybe asking him to pinch my nipple while I masturbate which, if I had four hired hand, I 'd be doing myself because of the wonderful quiver it sends to my clitoris not to mention the OMG orgasm I have. One fourth dimension on a British Honduras layover, two men pulled on and stretched my labia while I masturbated. What a wonderful orgasm it gave me. This personal interaction makes the experience with total alien paradoxically intimate and I think men like being a small involved.

I like to use just the extended middle finger of my right hand to wank while forming a'V'with my left hand using it to unhood my clit and keep my labia cattle farm in order to have my client an unobstructed view of my pussy as it builds towards climax.

I occasionally stop masturbating to show my increasingly excited button and contracting puss by pulling my labia out, and sometimes, just for fun, opening and closing them like butterfly wings. The pauses also give my pussy a longer establish up which wages me with an even more intense and pleasurable orgasm, one that I immensely enjoy sharing.

To make my onanism prove more complete, I tuck my arms in conclusion to my breasts which presses them together and makes them jiggle in rhythm to my fingering. I want my Edgar Albert Guest to call back me well after I have returned, satisfied, to my room.

Speaking of climax, when I was a young teen and first started having flasher notion, I would masturbate to the fantasy of being seen naked by my old brother 's effective ally but never acted on it.

Eventually, though, the urge was overwhelmingly strong and I 'll never draw a blank my first sentence. It was in Guadalupe River State parking lot in Texas where I took off my bikini top in a thin wooded field near the river and in mess of three Mexican fisherman. I pretended I did n't see them but made piffling side glances and they seemed very interested so I daringly took off my derriere. I walked around with a beach towel pretending to wait for a spot to tan. I was so nervous and excited at the same time that I started shaking. I only hoped it was n't obvious. I masturbated many times afterwards thinking of that new and exhilarating experience.

Now I do n't know if it was logic or lust that suggested to my phantasy nous, `` Why time lag to masturbate afterwards when you can do it in real number metre ? '' So when I tried it for the first clock time, that is, masturbated for a boy that wanted to watch over me, my orgasm was unbelievable and I was hooked for life. And if you 're like me, you know that the orgasm you have while acting out an flasher fantasy is uncomparable to any other.

So hold on an eye out for me when you 'Fly The friendly Skies'. Who knows what a suggestive blink will get you - a strip and onanism display from a real flight attender ?