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Subject: {ASSM} Flaunting It
Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2001 00:10:05 -0400
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Flaunting It
by Bob

I suppose all young girls -- or the pretty ones, at least -- remember the
rush they experienced when they realised how much young guys were effected
by their bodies. I certainly do. When my body began to go in at the waist
and out at the hips in a way that boys' bodies didn't; when the boys' skins
started to get coarser, while mine got smoother; when I first noticed the
boys at school peeking at my budding breasts; and when I found out how those
things drew the boys... Wow, it was great.

Later on, in my mid teens, I sometimes got my courage together enough to
give some guys an `accidental' flash. Bending over a desk in the office
where I worked, `forgetting' that I wasn't wearing a bra, and watching the
guy get flushed trying to see down my dress. Or walking up the stairs near
the edge while wearing a miniskirt, and seeing the guys on the flight below
trying to see -- was I or wasn't I?

But it can be dangerous for a young girl to get too forward. Guys can get
the wrong idea, and a look can lead to a touch, or more, whether the girl
wants it or not. So I had to be careful with my little games.

In my teens I had a few boy friends, some good, some not so good. But they
were all very possessive. If another guy looked at me admiringly, my current
boy friend would get upset, and probably want to fight him! Each one thought
I should be flattered that he `owned' me. I didn't find that idea at all
flattering. I own me. No-one else.

That went on until I met Geoff. He was quite different. He just loved having
a pretty girl around, and was proud when other guys looked at me enviously.
I soon discovered that Geoff got a kick out of showing me off.

And so, because Geoff didn't regard me as something to be possessed, I let
him possess me. (Yes, I know. Girls can be very contradictory at times). We
moved in together.

But just being in a summer dress and having guys give me admiring glances
was one thing. It all began to get heavier, when Geoff and I went to buy me
some new shoes.
I was wearing a short skirt and a white blouse. It was summer, and my legs
were bare. We went to the big shopping mall where there were several shoe
shops.

At the first one I sat on a chair, and Geoff sat more or less opposite. The
male assistant went to Geoff first -- males tend to do that -- and Geoff
just pointed at me, and looked at a newspaper he had with him. So the
assistant turned and asked how he could help. I described some shoes I had
seen in the window and told him my size, and he went off to get a pair.
Since my legs and feet were bare, he gave me some ankle stockings to wear
for trying on the shoes. Then he sat on one of those low stools, and helped
me on with one of the shoes. This required me to put my foot on the sloping
part of the stool, which raised my leg, and of course, my skirt. He leaned
forward to grasp my ankle and help me on with the shoe, and I knew he could
see right up my legs, and I'm sure he could see my white panties. Mmmm.

I told the assistant that I wasn't taken with the shoes now I had them on.
He didn't want to lose me that easily, and suggested another similar pair.
He took my calf in his hand to raise my leg even further so he could remove
the shoe, and I could see where he was looking. When he stood up to get the
other shoes, he had to bend forward a little in an attempt to hide his
erection. I looked across at Geoff, and he looked at me. He smiled, and I'm
sure he could see how excited I was. He stood and indicated with a turn of
his head that we should leave. I took off the ankle stockings, dropped them
on the chair, and called out to the assistant that I wanted to look round
some of the other shops. We left the shop.

Geoff put his arm round me and squeezed. I looked up at him and we both
laughed.

"That was great," I said. "Let's do it again."

"Yeah," said Geoff, "but without your panties this time."

I looked at him, surprised; but his suggestion also excited me.

"See that corner there," Geoff pointed, "slip them off while I stand in
front of you."

I hesitated just for a moment. Then making up my mind, I went into the
corner and Geoff stood in front of me, facing outwards. I was sure no-one
could see. I reached under my skirt and quickly slid my panties down,
stepped out of them, slipped them into my purse, and stood beside Geoff
again.

"Let's try that one," said Geoff, indicating another shoe shop.

We went into the shop and I sat on a chair with Geoff sitting opposite, just
as before. As the assistant came over, Geoff indicated that I was the
customer, and again started to read his newspaper.

I told the assistant the sort of shoes I was looking for, and my size. He
went to the back of the shop and quickly returned with a pair of shoes in a
box. He slid a low stool in front of me, straddled it and sat down. He'd
noticed my bare legs and so he also gave me some ankle stockings to put on.
I slipped out of my shoes, bent forward and slid on the stockings, and lay
back in the chair with one foot on the stool.

The assistant took hold of my ankle and lifted my foot to put on the shoe.
As he did so he looked up my legs, which I parted very slightly. This time,
no white panties! As he caught sight of my pussy, he stopped and looked up
at me. I looked him right in the eyes. He took a deep breath, looked down,
and carefully fitted the shoe onto my foot.
I held my leg out straight so I could see the shoe. This lowered my thigh,
and took away his view of my secret parts.

"Yes," I said, "It looks nice. Can I try the other one," putting that foot
on the ground and my other foot on the stool.

Could I ever! He quickly removed the other shoe from the box, took my calf
in his hand, and raised my leg -- unnecessarily high I thought -- and
looking along my leg, fitted the shoe. He took a long time to fit it very
carefully, all the time staring at my bare pussy, while I stared at him. I
felt quite faint to know this stranger could see my most secret part. At
last I had to draw my foot away from his clutch, so I could stand and walk
around, and check the shoes in the mirror. They really were rather nice, so
I told him I'd take them. I sat down and allowed him to slip them off each
of my feet, and put them back in the box.

"Anything else I can do for you, madam?"

I nearly laughed at how disappointed he looked when I told him, "No," and he
went to make out the bill.

Geoff paid with his credit card, and we walked out of the shop.

We looked at each other.

"That poor guy," said Geoff. "He was nearly wetting himself."

"Never mind that," I told him. "Get me home!"

That was a breakthrough.

After my experience in the shoe shop I stopped wearing underwear when I was
out with Geoff. I thought of him as my protector whenever I leaned over a
counter to let some male assistant get a glimpse of my breasts; or bent over
in a supermarket to inspect something on the bottom shelf, while secretly
getting a look at the face of the bored husband pushing the trolley for his
wife -- suddenly not so bored.

Then Geoff bought a camcorder, so he could tape me. That weekend, we drove
out of town to a nearby beauty spot, parked, and skipped off into the trees.
I slowly removed my dress and and strolled around naked among the bushes,
while Geoff taped me. Then we went back to our apartment and watched me on
the television. It was great.
The next weekend, Geoff wanted me to go further. He had me lie down on the
grass and stroke my breasts and pinch my nipples. Then he got me to slip my
hand between my legs and play with my pussy. I'd done this before in our
apartment -- I got a great lift out of seeing how excited Geoff got seeing
me play with myself. But doing it naked in the woods, and on video -- that
was even better. I came easily, squirming around on the earth, and I could
see how aroused Geoff was, watching me. When I came down a little, I looked
up to see Geoff getting out of his clothes. And that's how I learned how
great sex is in the open air!

A week later we decided to repeat our experience. I was wearing a miniskirt
and a short T-shirt that exposed my tummy -- belly buttons were fashionable
that year. No underwear, of course. Geoff drove to the same beauty spot and
parked the car. We walked along the path that went across the little bridge
over the stream before rising into the woods on the far side. When we got to
the bridge, Geoff stopped and raised the video camera to his eye.

"Let me see your breasts," he said.

I looked all around. No-one at all was in sight. So I posed for Geoff's
camera, and slowly lifted my T-shirt until my breasts were in full view. I
swung my shoulders from side to side, then poked out my tongue at Geoff. It
was just fun. But this was the first time I had actually exposed myself
right out in the open. The cool air on my breasts felt great, and I was
enjoying myself.

"Now take off your T-shirt," said Geoff.

Oh! That would be a big step. If someone came now while I just had my
T-shirt lifted up, I could simply slip it down again, but once I took it off
there'd be no way to cover up except by using my hands. I looked around
again, very carefully, but I couldn't see anyone. I looked back at Geoff. He
looked eager. So, gathering my courage, I reached behind my neck, took a
grip on the back of the T-shirt, and pulled it off over my head. I hung it
over the rail of the bridge, close at hand, just in case, and turned back to
Geoff and the camera. Well, nothing ventured... I put my hands behind my
neck, raising my breasts; I arched my back, and smiled at the camera.

"That's great," Geoff told me. "Now the skirt."

The skirt! I'd be completely naked, right out in the open. I gaped at Geoff.

"C'mon lovely," he said, "there's no-one around."

I looked all around again. I couldn't see anyone. I looked back at Geoff;
then looked around again. The place was very quiet. Nothing but bird song.

I looked down at my skirt. Such a little thing. And I was completely bare
underneath. I gulped. I very nervously undid the button on the waistband,
looked around again; then, bending over, I slid the skirt down and stepped
out of it, while Geoff filmed me doing so.

I stood up. Totally naked except for ankle socks and sneakers. I was
nervous, but also exhilarated. I posed this way and that for the camera;
thrusting out my breasts, turning my back and smiling over my shoulder at
Geoff. Then I bent down to untie my shoelaces, and took off my very few
remaining clothes. Then I stood up again and posed some more.

"Play with your breasts," Geoff told me.

Why not? I was already completely naked in a public place. I cupped my
breasts in my hands, and tweaked my already erect nipples. A lovely feeling
ran through me, from my breasts down through my belly. Geoff knelt down,
slanting the camera up across my body to my face, as I looked straight at
the lens and continued playing with my nipples and squeezing my breasts.

"Now your pussy," muttered Geoff.

By now I was high. I moved my legs apart, slid one hand down across my
belly, through my bush, and between my legs. I began to stroke between my
already very wet pussy lips.

Geoff, still kneeling down and following my hand with the camera, said in a
matter of fact voice, "Don't look. There's two guys on the path watching
you."

"Oh yeah," I said.

"Don't look," he repeated "They came down the path from the woods, and when
they saw you, they stopped. I don't think they believe their eyes. But don't
look, you'll spoil it all."

I stopped stroking between my legs. "Geoff, you're kidding me, aren't you?"

"Keep looking this way," he replied. "No, I'm not kidding you. Go on honey,
give them a show."

I looked at him, hard. One hand still on my breast; the other on my bush.

"Go on, love," he repeated, "this is what you've been waiting for. Go for
it."

I thought, long and hard. Were there really two guys watching me? And if
there were, was this really what I wanted? The thought that two guys were
looking at me, completely naked, got to me, and I began to feel excited
again. I straightened up. My left hand began to tweak at my nipple again,
and my right hand resumed its slippery path up and down my slit, over my
clit, then down, and back, and up into me. Over and over again. My head went
back, my mouth opened, and my eyes closed. I could feel the rush going
through my body, as the feeling heightened, heightened, heightened, and then
I exploded.

For perhaps a minute I stood there, on tiptoe, my body taut like a bow, as
the earth stood still and the stars exploded in my head. Then I staggered,
sagged, weak at the knees. I came down from that high, and realised, if
there were two guys looking at me, they had just seen me come, and come in a
way I don't remember ever coming before. I grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it
over my head; stepped into my skirt and pulled it up around my waist.

Not far behind me I heard clapping!

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