Beach Flash
Saturday had been the day I planned to flash my neighbour but it appears they’ve gone on holiday! So a rethink was called for. I could of…
Saturday had been the day I planned to flash my neighbour but it appears they’ve gone on holiday! So a rethink was called for. I could of course have done nothing. Simply relax in the sun, but after the previous day, I was sexually needy. In case you missed my antics I’d gone to work knickerless then stripped off in the office after everyone had gone and took a couple of photographs to prove it.
It was a turn-on standing with my pussy on display in the office, where only hours earlier I’d been having intense business conversations, but it lacked the kick of the risk of being caught.
Saturday I needed to change that.
Carol had been going to help with my neighbour flash so I asked if she fancied a little trip out. Yes definitely!
The beach seemed the obvious place so I donned a summery dress with a halter top. Knickers (to start with) and stockings. Going to the beach in stockings! Probably the last time a woman did that was about 1955! They were hardly appropriate, but they make me feel properly dressed and sexy.
The main beach was not nearly as busy as I had thought it would be and suited me ideally. Plenty of people but not rammed!
I felt as though I was preparing for an Olympic final. Nerves on edge. Excitement building! I’d promised myself to do something extreme. Something I’d not done before, certainly not in such a busy venue. But it’s easy, isn’t it, planning anything from the safety of one's bed, fingers encouraging one on? With the cold light of day, things were different, but I was determined and with Carol to goad me on I had little doubt I’d accomplish what I set out to do.
We parked the car and walked to the beach. I told Carol we — (we? I! Carol was still quite insistent she was not flashing anything in public.) — I told Carol I wanted to see what reactions I could get but would only start with something tame so we did some photos of me revealing stocking tops on the beach. There were people in all directions. This wasn’t going to be a case of keeping my back to anyone present so they couldn’t really see what I was revealing. I was going to be seen. No doubt. And that was so exciting. The whole point of flashing after all. I can’t quite see the attraction of going into the middle of a forest and stripping off. Hardly going to turn the squirrels on, is it?
I started by the side of a sea break. Having said what I’ve just said I did think it sensible to start where I only had to keep an eye open in one direction! I’m not sure what I was looking for. A policeman? I think there’s only three in the whole county! My boss? Hardly the sort to go and sit on a beach. Men who would watch and wank? Ah, that’s more like it! Seriously though all I wanted to ensure was that I didn’t do anything outlandish in front of children. I think the area of beach we had chosen was far enough away from the amusement machines and kiosks so that families didn’t bother walking that far. So I could display myself to my heart's content. You’ll see from the pictures there was plenty of stocking on display and there were several viewers, ranging from two young (eighteenish) lads who seemed to enjoy the view to an older couple. They both saw me and the woman loudly tut-tutted, grabbed her husband's arm and marched him on.
After ten minutes or so I felt I wasn’t getting enough reaction. It was time to lose my knickers. We went back to the promenade and found a bench.
There was a continual flow of people there and I realised I wasn’t going to get a break in the flow to take my knickers off. So what? I asked myself. I wanted people to see, didn’t I? To exhibit myself? God. I did but actually to do it! Carol was sitting patiently waiting. As usual, her goading pushed me into it. “Come on Hun, slip them off. The world is desperate to see your hairless pussy.”
Hardly an eloquent statement but it had the effect. There were probably a dozen people walking toward me who would clearly see what I was about to do. I glanced at Carol. “Go on Hun you know you are desperate to do it.” She was right.
I put my hands up my skirt and pulled the knickers off. I looked around. Yes, I had been spotted, by two young women, they appeared a little perplexed whispering to each other, giggling but walked on. Not quite what I was hoping for but a start. I sat down and emptied my shoes of shingle. Have you ever tried walking on a beach in high heels? Don’t! I’m amazed I didn’t break an ankle.
“Keep going Hun, you’re giving everyone a perfect view.”
I hadn’t realised (or had I subconsciously?) that crossing my legs as I had, to remove my shoes, gave a clear view up my skirt. Oh my. The feeling of wantonness sweeping over me was delicious. I made no attempt to sit demurely, leaving one ankle crossed over my knee and the skirt pulled half way up my thigh.
My previous experiences of flashing had taught me that the general public is less observant than a blind mole, but now as I looked around I could see at least three people had seen me. All men. I smiled. Yes!
The three men had varying reactions. One had a large smile and winked. That produced a gush of juice. I really was showing my cunt to strangers! Oh jeez. Another checked that his wife hadn’t spotted me before looking back and leering and the other obviously felt I was some sort of Jezebel.
Quite a few other people noticed too. Each and every pair of eyes I saw take in the view upped my libido. Increased the flow from my pussy. As with the initial three voyeurs reactions were mixed. A couple of women even went as far as to loudly express their disdain. Why I should find that such a turn on I have no idea. Perhaps I feel superior? Thinking that perhaps they’d love to do it but don’t have the courage? I don’t know. All I know is that the combination of appreciative glances and scowls had me dripping.
Now having displayed my pussy I felt liberated. I sat on the bench in the shelter, put my feet up on the seat and let the skirt fall down my thighs. Carol sat at the other end of the bench. “Nice view Hun. Going to play with yourself?”
I wasn’t sure if she was being serious. The problem was I desperately wanted to get my fingers in my cunt. I was aching to play. But there? On the prom? Dozens of people? I can hear all you readers shouting at the page Yes, yes, do it! but sense prevailed. For a while.
I settled on just sitting there with my pussy visible to anyone who cared to look. Listen! I’m making it sound so every day. I was so hot. Sitting there in town, legs exposed up to my naked pussy. God, I so so wanted to finger myself.
It was then that I saw him. A man leaning against a lamppost (seem to remember my father singing a song by that title. Opps, sorry, I digress.) staring intently at me. Different to all the others. All the quick surreptitious glances. The embarrassed looks. The I’d love to stare but better not. He had no qualms about making it obvious what he was looking at. A hand thrust into a pocket was moving. Carol might think me naive but I knew what that signalled. I recalled my first flashing expedition on my own when I’d been desperate for someone to actually approach me. Would this one? Did I really want him to? I had Carol if things went too far, so yes I did.
I uncrossed my legs sat with my knees well apart and shuffled my bottom forward on the seat. Oh god. I couldn’t have issued a plainer invitation. He looked to be about my age. Short, bald, dressed in tee shirt and jeans. A manual worker I guessed. No Adonis but I felt so hot he could have had two heads. What he’d do if he came over I had no idea. Come to that, I had no idea what I’d do if he came over. I didn’t think I had any power to stop him doing whatever he wanted. Carol might though.
I opened my legs even further. A couple walked by. Both stared. I was leaking copiously.
I looked back at the man. Oh shit. He suddenly went stiff and pushed himself off the post. His hand stopped moving. Ten seconds and he’d turned and walked away. Shit. He’d cum in his jeans! My immediate reaction was disappointment, but then I felt elated. That’s want I wanted. Men showing me they couldn’t resist me! God, how egotistical!
Dear Carol sat there quietly, an amused expression on her face. “Well, there’s one happy camper Hun. What now?”
I decided.
“Let's go for a walk, I feel like walking topless down the prom.” Carol raised an eyebrow. “Really? Oh my Hun, you going for the young slut of the year contest?” I liked the young bit!
So we walked down the promenade. There were fewer pedestrians, but still enough to make it exciting.
This was more brazen than showing my pussy. More obvious. More blatant. At a stretch, I could have denied I realised my cunt was on view. No way was that a possibility with my breasts.
But I had to do it. Had to feel what it felt like to be utterly brazen. My halter top was easy to remove. I undid the strap around my neck and unwound it and threw it to Carol. She was walking beside me although a metre or so away. Not so much a covid precaution as ‘I’m not really with her’. She skipped ahead to take a couple of photographs. “I’ve got to record this or I won’t believe it happened, even though I’m witnessing it.”
The looks! In the south of France or wherever the rich go these days, a topless woman on the prom wouldn’t raise an eyebrow. In deepest, darkest, Suffolk it was raising a lot more than eyebrows!
Being more brazen the reaction was different. More open. More direct. Cat calls. Shouts of ‘lovely pair darling’ and ‘can I have a feel?’ Cruder than those who saw my pussy. Not that I minded, although the silent surreptitious looks turned me on more. The crude shouts didn’t seem as sexual. We’d walked about a hundred metres and Carol said, “Look, I don’t want to be a spoilsport but I think it might be an idea to cover up. The level of attention is getting quite serious.” I hadn’t taken it in, but now looking around it was obvious we had a considerable gaggle of followers. None coming that close but I was definitely playing the part of the Pied Piper.
I took Carol’s advice and slipped my top back on. My fan club melted away.
We walked back to the car, not that I can remember it. My mind was elsewhere. I’d done it. I’d exhibited myself like the slut I so want to be. Such a feeling. Hiding inside my professional persona this whore, desperate to experience a whole new world.
We opened the car and found a pizza oven. We sat with the doors wide open letting the putrid air escape.
I shouldn’t have done it, but couldn’t stop myself. I was so sexually charged. I pushed my hips forward, hoisted my skirt and fingered myself. “God, excuse me, Carol.”
“Don’t mind me, Hun. Just a shame Charlie’s not here to watch.”
Her words only just got through to my brain. My hips were thrusting, my head back. It took literally seconds and I came. A big bucking climax. A pool of juice ending on the car floor.
I began to regain reality.
Her words eventually got through to my brain. I turned and smiled. At least I think I did, everything was hazy. I was drunk on this. This what? This madness I suppose.
I eventually managed to speak. “We’d better go back then so I can do it again for him.”
“Mm, I’m sure he’d like that. So would I.”
I reached out to close the car door. Oh my god! I’d been so enveloped in my sexual cocoon that I hadn’t realised there was a man sitting in the driver's seat of the car next to us! I think the look of surprise on my face must have spoken volumes. “Don’t worry Luv. I enjoyed it.” I think I blushed. Can’t think why! It was a brilliant culmination of the day's fun. I looked at Carol. “Did you realise he was there?”
“Yes, why?”
“You might have warned me!”
“Why? It’s what you’ve been after all afternoon.”
She was right. “Come on then, let me show Charlie what we’ve been up to.”
So we did. But the evening’s events I’ll leave till next time! XXX
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