I Am An Exhibitionist

As a child growing up my parents were teachers in Samoa. Life in Samoa is laid back and we stayed for two three year assignments. We returned when I was 17. Samoa was both conservative and open. Boobs were no big deal. My parents were not supportive of me going topless, but I did, no tan lines.

After we returned I had to embed in high school culture after six years of home schooling. Kids were weird, strange, hung up, snotty, and up tight. And stupid bras. I got a boyfriend of sorts, a real nice Saturday my mom suggested I ask him to an afternoon swim and hot dogs on the grill. My chance to get the uptight out of him. I took my top off for the afternoon, it felt so good after being strapped in.

The poor boy, yes my mom's words, the poor boy did not know where to look. His unease, discomfort, did it for me. I got hot between my legs, my first ever pure sexual turn on. I discovered I got hot, wet and horny showing off my tits. As for him he cringed, hid his eyes from me, would not look at my tits. Putting his hand on my tit freaked him out. My mother put an end to it by making me put a top on.

All these years later I love showing off. I have nice tits and long legs and I work out and keep my ass and thighs in shape. I love the feeling and the stares.