As an exhibitionist, I take reward of my travels to find men leave to indulge me, whether it 's for a pilot light or a manly flight attendant on my work party, someone I know on the hotel faculty or even as uncivilised as a grouping of men if I can arrange it.

Because I think men like the idea of a aphrodisiac stewardess getting naked, my getup of option is my literal flight tender uniform. I feel aphrodisiac wearing it on the airplane attracting men's extended coup d'oeil with an extra blouse clitoris undone, but so much more so when I 'm stripping from it for a complete stranger. And in a practical gumption, I already have it with me on my layovers so I do n't have to think of something else to bundle.

I usually act out my fantasy at my layover hotel. I say 'usually'because, in Dutch capital, my favorite layover city because of its handsome attitudes on sex, I have a helpful supporter that has made extra arrangements for me outside my hotel, the most audacious being working a 'picture window'in the De Wallen section of the Red twinkle District on Saturday dark which works well for me because I can only withstand the trip on weekends anyway.

This special shop owner is more than unforced to host me because he says the regular girls are not very motivate to solve an 60 minutes long pitch on populace display but which, for me, is the most tickle pink exhibitionist act I can mean 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 windowpane wearing intimate apparel and a Mardi Gras Style feathery mask that hides just enough of my font to let me to anonymously act out my fantasy of stripping and masturbating for strangers which, in this case, are mostly manlike British tourists over for the weekend.

It 's an minute of bliss for me as men stop and watch me from the early side of the meth as I dance in a aphrodisiacal Latina way with my hands holding my fuzz above my head and strip to nude leaving only my dog. The shop possessor Tell me that visitors compliment him on his item ***********ion of Saturday dark young woman plus I smile a lot which makes me somewhat unequalled compared to other mostly bored sex shop girls. He says my tan lines stand out and spotlight my dark landing cartoon strip which looks good in the glow of the red lighting - tan lines being something you rarely see on the picture window girls.

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

'' You 're already here on a stop and I 'm offering you a bang-up 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 work. The constituent that both scares and excites me is that just the suggestion of playing a whore for a night activates that theatrical role of my fantasy mind that all to easily get over the argument but so far I have n't. I do admit that when I 'm masturbating in the characterization 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 statue for the holidaymaker 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 theatrical role them. I love the reaction I get when I continue by hooking my pegleg over the armrests of the chair showing my pussy to them for the start prison term. It 's all smiling for me.

It 's curious seeing men shaking their heads yes or giving thumbs up signs when I pinch my labia between digit and teasingly commit them straight out but continue them together. But after a cod present moment I try not to disappoint them.

Eventually, I 'm ready to fill in my exhibitionist hour by fingering to orgasm either in the chair or in a chaise lounge that occupies a rampart in the diminutive elbow room although on my death layover, I finished myself off while standing up close to the window while looking in to the eye 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 part about that was keeping my eyes open and preventing my knee joint from buckling during the acute 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 metropolis but Amsterdam, it 's most likely that I will meet a man or maybe even a group 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 keep an eye on me bare nude painting 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 elbow room, I ask my guest or guests to leave a niche of the bed uncommitted for me after I strip which is where I hope to both surprise and impress. Plus when I just citation that I 'll need the bed, it further peaks their interest.

So after my flight attender strip tease to nude, I do what men have told me they like which is terpsichore naked for them, wearing just my disastrous heel but I also like the sexy tone of second joint highschool stockings.

I love to dance nude sculpture for men. I do it in a sexy Latina style holding my hairsbreadth loosely on top of my head. dance is a way that I express my sex and it 's the perfect segue for the intimate interaction I will have with my torso afterwards.

So I lie back on the bed corner, my breathing quickened from the dancing, and perch my arms above my heading and close my eyes to let my fantasy idea catch up and soak in the fact that I am living a fantasy in real time. Then I nonchalantly place my pegleg on either side of the bed street corner to grant a more detailed sentiment of what has so far been only my tan lined landing strip. The transition reveals my clit peaking out, my labia wings starting to flare and the opening of my vagina.

While I 'm relaxing with my ramification parted, I might enjoy an titillating conversation while my nude body is being studied, the exhibitionist in me getting off to baring all for total alien. If I sense they want to see more, I indulge them and straighten and raise my off my legs off the bed and let gravity go around them apart like a good stripper. Then I use my fingerbreadth to unhood my rather large button, which men often comment on, and collar and deplumate my labia apart. This is a nastier incline of me that I think surprisal men but that I also think they either secretly or openly desire. But the best constituent for me as an exhibitionist is what follows.

Depending on how I think my audience wants me to jerk off, I 'll go from keeping my ramification provocatively raised and spread maybe placing them in the hands of a two men willing to hold them for me to sensually pleasuring myself while lying in the midsection of the bed resting my head on person 's lap, maybe asking him to snarf my teat while I masturbate which, if I had four hands, I 'd be doing myself because of the grand quiver it sends to my clit not to mention the OMG orgasm I have. One time on a British Honduras stopover, two men pulled on and stretched my labia while I masturbated. What a terrific coming it gave me. This personal interaction makes the experience with number strangers paradoxically intimate and I think men like being a piffling involved.

I like to use just the extended middle finger of my right hand to masturbate while forming a'V'with my left helping hand using it to unhood my button and go on my labia spread in ordering to give my guests an unobstructed position of my pussy as it builds towards climax.

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

To take a crap my masturbation show more arrant, I tuck my arms in close to my breasts which presses them together and makes them jiggle in rhythm to my fingering. I want my invitee to commemorate me well after I have returned, satisfied, to my room.

Speaking of orgasms, when I was a young adolescent and first started having exhibitionist feelings, I would masturbate to the fantasy of being seen naked by my sometime pal 's best friend but never acted on it.

Eventually, though, the urge was overwhelmingly impregnable and I 'll never forget my for the first time time. It was in Guadalupe River State Department parking lot in Lone-Star State where I took off my bikini top in a thin wooded area near the river and in tidy sum of three Mexican fishermen. I pretended I did n't see them but made slight side coup d'oeil and they seemed very matter to so I daringly took off my keister. I walked around with a beach towel pretending to look for a spot to tan. I was so spooky and excited at the same clock time that I started shaking. I only hoped it was n't obvious. I masturbated many times afterwards thinking of that new and inebriate experience.

Now I do n't cognise if it was logic or thirst that suggested to my fantasy psyche, `` Why wait to masturbate afterwards when you can do it in rattling time ? '' So when I tried it for the foremost sentence, that is, masturbated for a boy that wanted to see me, my orgasm was unlikely and I was hooked for life. And if you 're like me, you know that the orgasm you have while acting out an exhibitionist fantasy is incomparable to any other.

So continue an eye out for me when you 'Fly The well-disposed Skies'. Who knows what a indicatory nictitation will get you - a strip and masturbation show from a real flight concomitant ?