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Archive name: showoff.txt (MF, exh)
Authors name: Margaret (address withheld by request)
Story title : Showing Off

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Showing Off (MF, exh)
by Margaret (address withheld by request)

***

These are some of my early memories of showing myself to 
others. I intend to write more later to bring things to 
the present day.

***

Hello, My name is Margaret. I'm now 49 years old and, 
before time slips further away, I'd like to share these 
memoirs of my passion for exhibitionism.

It all started when I was very young. I was showing my 
cousin my "peach" as he called it and he was showing me 
his "wiener". I suppose we must have been about 6 or 7. I 
am a year younger than him. We were caught by our mothers 
who told us it was rude to do that but I heard them 
giggling about it a few minutes later in the other room. 
I liked showing myself off already and didn't intend to 
stop.

After that I made a lot of opportunities to show off my 
young body - to anybody really. We lived in a ranch-type 
home, or a bungalow as the Europeans call them. My 
bedroom was on the side of the house and all visitors had 
to walk past my window to get to the front door from 
their cars. I used to wait until I heard them saying 
their goodbyes and get ready. It was usually dark by the 
time they left, so I would switch on my bedroom light and 
pretend to be doing my ballet exercises - naked - when 
they walked by. I didn't have much to show off yet but I 
loved the feeling of knowing that they could see me, and 
thinking I was oblivious to their gaze.

As I grew older my exhibitionism techniques improved. 
There was a friend of the family; I called him Uncle 
Edgar, though he wasn't really related to us, who I used 
to enjoy showing off to in particular. I was, I suppose, 
about 9 by this time. I purposefully sat on the floor 
with my back against the chair opposite where he was 
sitting and raised my knees up together under my chin 
with my ankles a foot apart, showing him my panties. 

I loved to see his eyes darting backwards and forwards to 
my crotch. Once when the kids had been outside playing in 
the garden, splashing each other with the hose, I sat 
opposite him in my usual position but this time I had 
pulled the crotch of my swim suit to one side, exposing 
my young, hairless pussy to him. I loved it and I think 
he enjoyed the view. No physical contact ever took place 
but I used to rub my little cunny like crazy later, in 
bed.

My parents split up when I was about 9 or 10. I was 
totally bewildered by it all really. My Dad moved out and 
I would see him occasionally but he moved to the coast 
and our visits got less and less. I continued with my 
exhibitionism, showing myself when I got the chance.

My next real memory is about summer camp. We were down by 
the lake, boys mostly sticking with boys and the girls 
all together. I knew that about 6 or 7 of the boys used 
to hang out behind one of the boathouses, doing what, I 
don't know, probably smoking a cigarette, stolen from a 
Dad before camp or other pranks done by 13 to 16 year old 
boys. One day I slipped from the group of girls and made 
my way over to the boathouse. 

When I reached the side of the building I made a fair bit 
of noise and listened as the boys hurriedly hid, probably 
fearing they'd been caught. Then I walked around the 
corner to the back and, pretending I didn't know they 
were hiding, started to pull my shorts and panties down 
to take a pee. I could see a couple of the boys' heads 
popping up and down and pretended not to see them. 

I actually stepped out of my shorts and panties and, 
spreading my legs quite wide bent my knees slightly and 
peed right in front of them. At least two of them were 
only a couple of yards or so away. Halfway through my 
performance one of the bigger boys stepped out of hiding 
and ran towards me, laughing and pointing at my pussy. I 
pretended to be embarrassed but I couldn't stop 
'midstream' so I let him get near and he got a real 
close-up. 

At 14 I had some hair on my pussy now and he commented on 
it and told his friends to come and take a look. I 
feigned panic and fell backwards, totally spreading my 
legs for the now 3 or 4 boys in close proximity. The 
first boy grabbed my legs and held them open and called 
the others closer. I didn't scream or cry out. He wasn't 
hurting me and I loved the attention. One of them 
mentioned my pubic hair again and I, thinking I was being 
tough, bet him he didn't have any. 

This shut him up immediately but the first boy said, "Oh 
no, look at mine then," and, releasing my legs, which I 
made no effort to close, pulled the waistband of his 
shorts down, exposing his pubic hair. The other boys 
egged him on, telling him to "show her your prick!" 

At this he pulled his shorts all the way down, exposing 
his penis to me. The other boys were telling me that "I'd 
never seen a whopper like that before" and I have to 
admit it seemed huge to me at the time. I hadn't really 
seen one since the days of my young cousin. It was semi-
erect and he was shaking it around proudly in front of us 
all. 

One of the other boys took advantage of the distraction 
and leaned over and roughly rubbed my pussy and whooped 
to the other boys that he'd done it. I started to feel a 
little scared as first one hand then another did the same 
thing. They even tugged on my pussy hair. It did, 
however, have the effect of spreading my pussy lips open 
to their gaze. The first boy's penis was now standing 
almost straight up and he was staring at my exposed pussy 
and slowly stroking his penis. 

One of the other boys told him to "show her how you can 
fetch." He then began to furiously jerk his fist up and 
down his penis. I was in awe and absent-mindedly started 
to run my finger up and down my slit as I watched him. 
The other boys were encouraging him and his face was 
turning redder and redder. 

Suddenly his body stiffened and his hips bucked forward. 
He let out a moan and his sperm dribbled from the head of 
his penis. I had been frigging myself all this time and 
the boys were now quietly watching me. 

I held my pussy lips wide and rubbed my little clit 
furiously with my middle finger. I looked at their faces. 
I was in heaven at their astonished looks. I felt the 
familiar feeling building in the pit of my stomach and 
pushed my pussy up towards them as I came, my juices 
running down my crack.

After that I showed the boys my pussy nearly every day, 
sometimes to as many as 20 of them. I made a couple of 
them show me their penises but my pleasure came from them 
looking at, and even touching, my pussy.

One of my Mom's dates, Herb, would come over to the house 
quite regularly, and I got on quite well with him. Herb 
was a very nice man. I was in my bedroom when I saw him 
pull into the driveway one day. My mother greeted him 
from the garden where she was planting flowers. They 
exchanged a few words and he asked where I was. 

My mom told him that I was inside listening to records or 
something. He told her that he'd bought me some candy and 
she told him to take it into the house and surprise me. 
She continued gardening and I saw him, through my sheer 
curtains coming, to the front door. 

I immediately sprang into action. I removed my panties 
and lay back on the bed, pulling up my skirt around my 
waist and spreading my legs towards my bedroom door. I 
started masturbating and closed my eyes until I could 
just see. My door slowly opened and I carried on rubbing 
my pussy as his head appeared around the door, at the 
same time calling my name. 

He was all the way in the room in one step and he just 
froze. I stopped and sat up on the bed, pushing my skirt 
down in mock embarrassment. He stuttered and stammered 
that he was so sorry and I did a great job of being 
totally embarrassed. He scurried out of the room and I 
couldn't help but smile to myself. I heard him outside 
with my Mom, but he didn't mention the incident to her. I 
don't think he ever did!

My exhibitionism seemed to stop for a few years, or I 
can't remember it too much. The main reason, I suppose 
was that my High School years were spent at an all-girl 
Catholic school. Of course, we would "date" boys from the 
neighboring boys' school and I even indulged in a little 
sexual activity. I had intercourse, if that's what you 
could call it, twice. My biggest thrill was watching the 
boy's face as I removed my clothing.

The next "fun" time I had was on spring break when at 
college. We were in Fort Lauderdale, having a great time 
drinking and flirting with all the guys on the beach. A 
girlfriend and I had rented a room in a Bed-and-Breakfast 
type of place as our parents thought this was safer than 
a big hotel. The owners of the place, Nancy and Ted, were 
a middle-aged couple. They seemed ancient to us but were 
probably as old as I am now. 

The bedrooms were off a hallway, and the bathroom and 
toilet were in the hallway too, separate from the 
bedrooms. We were placed next to Nancy and Ted's bedroom, 
probably to ensure no hanky-panky occurred. 

One night as I lay in bed I heard Ted come out of his 
room and, mumbling something to Nancy, proceed down the 
hallway to the toilet. This was next-door to the bathroom 
and I snuck out of our room - my friend was asleep 
already - down to the bathroom, trying not to make a 
sound. 

Once inside the bathroom I turned on the small light 
above the mirror and sat on the side of the bathtub with 
my robe wide open with one leg raised on the side of the 
tub and my legs spread, pretending to be washing my foot. 
My plan worked when Ted pushed open the door and flicked 
on the light. I pretended to be startled and didn't move 
a muscle. Ted's eyes immediately went to my pussy. 

I pretended to regain my senses and stood up and closed 
my legs, covering my pussy with one hand and putting my 
arm across my chest, as if to hide my boobs. Of course, I 
made sure to leave one boob on show. He didn't say a 
word, just standing there for what seemed like ages, 
until he turned without a word and left, closing the door 
behind him. Again I loved it. 

A couple of days later we went down for breakfast and Ted 
was sitting in his chair in front of the window, reading 
his paper. He glanced up and went back to reading. I sat 
on one of the dining chairs at the side of the table 
facing him and pulled my heels up on the seat and, knees 
together, opened my ankles a few inches until I knew my 
pussy was showing. I was so excited but he didn't look up 
for the longest time. 

Finally I saw the newspaper go down and he lifted his 
head. I was chatting across the table to my girlfriend, 
who knew nothing of what I was doing, being hidden by the 
table between us. I looked out of the corner of my eye 
and saw Ted staring at my pussy, which, by now was open 
and wet. I slowly turned my head towards him and as he 
lifted his gaze and our eyes met, I smiled at him, not 
moving my position at all. 

He looked stunned for a couple of seconds and then smiled 
himself and looked at my pussy again. I slowly moved my 
hand from on top of the table, and, while still chatting 
to my girlfriend, spread the lips of my pussy wide for 
him. I was soaking and I slowly, nonchalantly inserted a 
finger into my vagina, all the while still talking to my 
girlfriend, who could see nothing of this. I looked over 
at Ted again and inserted and removed my finger several 
times. He couldn't take his eyes off the view. After a 
few minutes I stopped and put my legs down, closing my 
robe.

That same night I repeated the scene from the other night 
and waited, legs spread on the edge of the bathtub, for 
Ted. He duly appeared and this time, closed the door 
behind him, locking it. He told me I was a very dirty 
girl, all the while with a grin on his face. As he 
approached me I told him to stop right there. I told him 
that he could look but not touch.

He grudgingly said, "OK," and moved to sit on the small 
stool at the make-up mirror. I spread my legs as wide as 
I could and started to run a finger up and down my slit, 
which was already very wet. I fingered myself as I had 
done at breakfast, then I turned my back to him and bent 
over as far as I could and spread my cheeks for him. I 
turned back and he was pulling out his penis. I sat on 
the bathmat with my back against the tub, spread my legs 
and started to finger my clit. I watched him jerking his 
penis as he watched me frig my pussy. 

Within a few minutes he raised his butt up from the 
stool, took a couple of steps forward and stood over me 
and grunted as the sperm spurted from his penis and into 
my hair, face and onto my boobs. 

I never missed a beat and continued masturbating. He 
staggered back onto the stool and watched me as I 
shuddered through my orgasm. Not a word was said for the 
next couple of minutes and then I stood up, wiped the 
sticky mess from my face, chest, and, as best I could, my 
hair and walked out of the bathroom and went to bed. 

Things were a little strained the next morning at 
breakfast but it was our last day, so after breakfast we 
packed our suitcases and took a taxi to the airport. I 
kissed both Ted and Nancy goodbye as if nothing had 
happened and thanked them for their hospitality and told 
them we'd be sure to return. 

We never did.

Continued...

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