As an exhibitionist, I take advantage of my travels to find men willing to indulge me, whether it 's for a pilot or a male flight accompaniment 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 melodic theme of a sexy air hostess getting bare, my outfit of alternative is my existent flight attendant uniform. I feel aphrodisiacal wearing it on the aeroplane attracting men's extended glances with an supernumerary blouse buttons undone, but so much more so when I 'm stripping from it for a complete stranger. And in a hard-nosed sensory faculty, I already have it with me on my layovers so I do n't have to think of something else to tamp down.

I usually act out my fantasy at my layover hotel. I say 'usually'because, in Amsterdam, my favorite layover city because of its free posture on sex, I have a helpful friend that has made limited arrangements for me outdoors my hotel, the most presume being working a 'picture windowpane'in the De Wallen section of the Red luminance district on Saturday nights which works well for me because I can only deem the trip on weekends anyway.

This exceptional shop owner is more than than willing to host me because he says the regular missy are not very actuate to run an hour long change on populace presentation but which, for me, is the most exhilarate show-off act I can think of plus he says he gets 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 ikon window wearing intimate apparel and a Mardi Gras Style feathery mask that hides just enough of my human face to take into account me to anonymously act out my fantasy of stripping and masturbating for alien which, in this eccentric, are mostly male Brits tourists over for the weekend.

It 's an minute of bliss for me as men stop and watch me from the other side of the chalk as I dance in a sexy Latina panache with my script holding my hair above my top dog and cartoon strip to nude leaving only my heels. The shop owner tells me that visitant compliment him on his particular ***********ion of Saturday Night young lady plus I smile a lot which makes me somewhat unique compared to former mostly bored sex shop girls. He says my tan lines stand out and highlight my shadow landing place strip which looks good in the glow of the red kindling - 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 daughter 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 not bad way to drop it. ''

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

Then he quotes a tempting amount of money for not a lot of work. The component part that both panic and excites me is that just the hypnotism of playing a tart for a night activates that section of my fantasy mind that all to easily queer 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 unknown on my one Night in Amsterdam.

So after dancing and posing nude person for the tourist passerby, 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 voice them. I love the chemical reaction I get when I continue by hooking my legs over the armrests of the death chair showing my puss to them for the start time. It 's all smile for me.

It 's comical seeing men shaking their straits yes or giving thumb up augury when I pinch my labia between fingerbreadth and teasingly pull them straight out but keep them together. But after a teasing consequence I try not to disappoint them.

Eventually, I 'm ready to complete my flasher hr by fingering to orgasm either in the chair or in a chaise lounge that occupies a wall in the lilliputian room although on my last stop, 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 confidant, and something I think they also enjoyed. The hard part about that was keeping my centre open and preventing my knees 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 metropolis but Amsterdam, it 's most likely that I will meet a man or maybe even a grouping of men sitting at the bar or a table, say, in the hotel hall bar. When the conversation allows, I reveal my fantasy of having men watch me strip nude sculpture from my uniform but I do n't say anything about masturbating. I want it to be an erotic and welcome surprise.

In the stage hotel way, I ask my guest or guests to leave a corner of the bed uncommitted for me after I strip which is where I hope to both surprise and impress. Plus when I just mention that I 'll call for the bed, it further peaks their interestingness.

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 shameful dog but I also like the sexy tone of thigh gamey stockings.

I love to dance nude for men. I do it in a sexy Latina expressive style holding my pilus loosely on top of my chief. dance is a way that I express my sex and it 's the hone segue for the intimate fundamental interaction I will bear with my eubstance afterwards.

So I lie back on the bed box, my breathing quickened from the dancing, and rest my arms above my head and close my eyes to let my fantasy mind catch up and soak in the fact that I am living a fantasy in real clip. Then I nonchalantly place my legs on either face of the bed corner to apply a more detailed view of what has so far been only my tan lined landing place strip. The transition reveals my clit peaking out, my labia wings starting to flame and the first step 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 exhibitionist in me getting off to baring all for aggregate stranger. If I sense they want to see more, I indulge them and clean up and raise my off my legs off the bed and let gravity broadcast them apart like a effective stripper. Then I use my fingers to unhood my rather striking button, which men often comment on, and soupcon and pull my labia apart. This is a nastier side of me that I think surprisal men but that I also think they either secretly or openly desire. But the best voice for me as an exhibitionist 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 men of a two men leave to curb them for me to sensually pleasuring myself while lying in the middle of the bed resting my head on someone 's lap, maybe asking him to pinch my mammilla while I masturbate which, if I had four hands, I 'd be doing myself because of the wonderful chills it sends to my clitoris not to note the OMG orgasm I have. One clip on a Belize layover, two men pulled on and stretched my labia while I masturbated. What a marvellous orgasm it gave me. This personal interaction makes the experience with add up unknown paradoxically intimate and I think men like being a little involved.

I like to use just the extended eye finger's breadth of my right paw to masturbate while forming a'V'with my result hand using it to unhood my clitoris and hold open my labia spread in society to give my guests an unobstructed sight of my snatch 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 and closing them like butterfly stroke wing. The intermission also give my cunt a longsighted build up which rewards me with an even more acute and pleasurable coming, one that I immensely enjoy sharing.

To make my onanism record more concluded, I tuck my arms in closing to my breasts which presses them together and makes them joggle in rhythm to my fingering. I want my guest to think me well after I have returned, satisfied, to my room.

Speaking of orgasms, when I was a offspring teen and first started having exhibitionist feelings, I would masturbate to the fantasy of being seen naked by my onetime brother 's unspoiled friend but never acted on it.

Eventually, though, the impulse was overwhelmingly impregnable and I 'll never forget my start time. It was in Guadalupe River State Park in Texas where I took off my Bikini top in a thin wooded expanse near the river and in sight of three Mexican fisher. I pretended I did n't see them but made little incline coup d'oeil and they seemed very matter to so I daringly took off my bottoms. I walked around with a beach towel pretending to look for a smear to tan. I was so nervous and excited at the same sentence 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 have intercourse if it was logical system or thirst that suggested to my fantasy psyche, `` Why wait to masturbate afterwards when you can do it in tangible time ? '' So when I tried it for the offset time, that is, masturbated for a boy that wanted to watch 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 exhibitionist fantasy is incomparable to any other.

So keep an eye out for me when you 'Fly The friendly Skies'. Who knows what a suggestive eye blink will get you - a strip and masturbation appearance from a real flight attendant ?