How I became an exhibitionist

It’s not something I ever planned and I feel as though it all happened very quickly; I’ve become an exhibitionist.

I suppose it started about a year ago when my husband bought me a lovely dress and pestered me to wear it without underwear. I did so and quite enjoyed the feeling and liked the freedom I felt it seems to give me. From then on, whenever I wore that particular dress, I always left my underwear off. After that, I started to occasionally go commando with jeans and often went braless at weekends.

Around this time, at work, to avoid a VPL I’d wear tights without knickers under tight dresses and skirts. I began to feel more dressed up when I was braless and it was much more comfortable so whenever I thought it would be unnoticeable I went without a bra. Over time I became much less worried about it and eventually I was going to work braless most days. Now I quite happily go braless with tee shirts and blouses although I usually wear a jacket which allows me to maintain my modesty if I have a ‘fripples event’. Gradually I have become less concerned and as no one has ever made any comment it has become normal for me to go without underwear and now it feels odd if I do wear any.

The start of my exhibitionism

About 6 or 7 months ago I went to a meeting in Leeds. I wore a grey skirt suit and was braless with a close fitting black shirt under the jacket. I arrived at the venue and nipped to the loo before I went in to the meeting. I checked myself in the mirror and felt the top was a little low so fastened the next button up. This made it look too high and so I did it up and undid it a few times and in the end, although it was quite low, decided to leave it undone.

The extra button I’d left undone didn’t go unnoticed and I saw that one of the men in the room couldn’t take his eyes off me. All throughout the meeting I kept catching him looking at me. It was obvious he was looking at my chest. A follow up meeting was called for the next week.

On the day of the follow up meeting I was intent on impressing the young man I’d caught looking at me at the first meeting. I went commando under nice tight trousers and wore a dark red silk blouse. The fabric was quite flimsy and although it was very businesslike in style, it left little doubt I was braless if one looked carefully. I peered through the window in the door and saw that he was already there and, making sure my jacket was pulled over to the side with my right breast showing a good hard nipple through the fabric of my top I entered the room.  He gave a very obvious double take and I felt a flush of excitement as I realised what I’d done.

This was the first time I’d purposely dressed with the intention of impressing a man other than my husband and the start of my new life as an exhibitionist.