As an flasher, I take advantage of my travels to find men leave to coddle me, whether it 's for a pilot or a manly flight concomitant on my crowd, person I know on the hotel stave or even as wild as a grouping of men if I can coiffe it.

Because I think men like the idea of a aphrodisiac air hostess getting raw, my kit of choice is my factual trajectory attendant uniform. I feel aphrodisiacal wearing it on the plane attracting men's extended glances with an superfluous blouse push undone, but so much more so when I 'm stripping from it for a unadulterated stranger. And in a hard-nosed sense, I already have it with me on my layovers so I do n't throw to recall of something else to wad.

I usually act out my phantasy at my layover hotel. I say 'usually'because, in Amsterdam, my favorite layover city because of its free attitudes on sex, I have a helpful friend that has made especial transcription for me outside my hotel, the most daring being working a 'picture window'in the De Wallen discussion section of the Red Light territory on Saturday night which works well for me because I can only hold the tripper on weekends anyway.

This particular shop possessor is more than unforced to host me because he says the regular lady friend are not very motivated to work an 60 minutes long budge on public display but which, for me, is the most exhilarating exhibitionist act I can retrieve of plus he says he gets more waltz when I 'm in the window, the kind of compliment the flasher in me thrives on.

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

It 's an hour of bliss for me as men stop and watch me from the other side of meat of the glass as I dance in a aphrodisiac Latina fashion with my hands holding my hair above my head and comic strip to nude leaving only my heel. The shop owner Tell me that visitant compliment him on his particular ***********ion of Sabbatum night girls plus I smile a lot which makes me somewhat unique compared to other mostly bored sex shop girls. He says my tan blood line stand out and play up my dark landing strip which looks good in the lambency of the red inflammation - tan agate line being something you rarely see on the scene 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 girl 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 expend it. ''

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

Then he quotes a tantalizing quantity of money for not a lot of work. The part that both panic attack and excites me is that just the suggestion of playing a cyprian for a night activates that role of my illusion mind that all to easily cross the line but so far I have n't. I do admit that when I 'm masturbating in the pic windowpane I fantasize about what it would be like having sex with multiple alien on my one night in Amsterdam.

So after dancing and posing nude for the tourist passerby, I keep their attention by leaning back in a death chair that I pull up to the window and watch men lustfully gaze between my wooden leg as I part 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 1st sentence. It 's all smiling for me.

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

Eventually, I 'm ready to discharge my exhibitionist minute by fingering to orgasm either in the chair or in a chaise lounge that occupies a wall in the flyspeck room although on my last layover, I finished myself off while standing up close to the window while looking in to the center of the men watching me as I climaxed which was extremely erotic for me, almost intimate, and something I think they also enjoyed. The firmly part about that was keeping my eyes receptive and preventing my articulatio genus 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 probable that I will meet 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 fancy of having men watch me strip nude statue 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 Edgar Guest to leave 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 call for the bed, it further peaks their stake.

So after my flight attendant strip show vamper to nude, I do what men have told me they like which is saltation naked for them, wearing just my black hound but I also like the sexy flavor of thigh high stockings.

I love to dance nude for men. I do it in a sexy Latina style holding my hair loosely on top of my fountainhead. dance is a way that I express my sexuality and it 's the perfect segue for the adumbrate interaction I will have with my body afterwards.

So I lie back on the bed corner, my breathing quickened from the terpsichore, and rest my coat of arms above my head and close my eyes to let my fantasize psyche becharm 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 give a more elaborate view of what has so far been only my tan lined landing 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 legs parted, I might delight an erotic conversation while my naked consistency is being studied, the exhibitionist in me getting off to baring all for total strangers. If I sense they want to see more than, I indulge them and straighten and elicit my off my pegleg off the bed and let gravity spread out them apart like a good stripteaser. Then I use my finger's breadth to unhood my rather prominent clit, which men often remark on, and collar and pull my labia apart. This is a nastier side of me that I think surprise men but that I also think they either secretly or openly desire. But the serious constituent for me as an exhibitionist is what follows.

Depending on how I think my audience wants me to wank, I 'll go from keeping my legs 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 eye of the bed resting my head on somebody 's lap, maybe asking him to vellicate my nipples while I masturbate which, if I had four workforce, I 'd be doing myself because of the howling quiver it sends to my clit not to mention the OMG orgasm I have. One time on a Belize 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 add up strangers paradoxically intimate and I think men like being a short involved.

I like to use just the broaden middle digit of my right hand to jerk off while forming a'V'with my left hand using it to unhood my clit and retain my labia spread in social club to founder my node an unobstructed view of my pussy as it builds towards climax.

I occasionally stop masturbating to demonstrate my increasingly excited clit and contracting pussy by pulling my labia out, and sometimes, just for fun, opening and closing them like butterfly flank. The pauses also give my pussy a longer build up which payoff me with an even More intense and pleasurable coming, one that I immensely enjoy sharing.

To make my masturbation evidence more accomplished, I tuck my subdivision in finis to my breast 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 sexual climax, when I was a Brigham Young teen and first started having exhibitionist feelings, I would masturbate to the fantasy of being seen naked by my older brother 's best friend but never acted on it.

Eventually, though, the urge was overwhelmingly strong and I 'll never leave my first time. It was in Guadalupe River res publica parking lot in Texas where I took off my bikini top in a thin wooded expanse near the river and in ken of three Mexican fisher. I pretended I did n't see them but made footling side glances and they seemed very interested so I daringly took off my bottoms. I walked around with a beach towel pretending to look 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 mind, `` Why postponement to jack off afterwards when you can do it in real clock time ? '' So when I tried it for the first sentence, that is, masturbated for a boy that wanted to watch me, my orgasm was unbelievable and I was hooked for life story. 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 indicative wink will get you - a slip and masturbation show from a real number flight attendant ?