Games I play

As promised I will write a small blog when I do anything which gives me exhibitionist pleasure. I hope it invites to comments or serve as an inspiration.

The other day I had to be on a three and a half hour flight home. Having been a bit bored I was being inspired to do a bit of my exposure, but hadn't come across any real good opportunities. On the net I saw a picture of a girl sleeping on a plane with her breasts fallen out of her top, and that gave me an idea. I have a wrap around top, which is very open. So open in fact that you cannot wear it without some kind of a top under it. I have done that lots of times without it giving me any inspiration, but the picture was a bit of an eyeopener. Having thought about this for a day or two, I found a rather thin black tube top and some black thread which I sowed on the inside of the tube top, so that the fastening point was right under the breasts. I let the string trail down under the inside of the top fastening it to the belt hidden by the wrap around top. I tried sitting in my couch assuming a position I thought was similar to sitting in a plane, turning sideways pretending to be asleep, with my hands in my lap. Pulling the strings I could make the tube top slide down to reveal the nipple on the side where the wrap around blouse had fallen away from the breast due to the sideways position. The thought of sitting like that in the plane was highly arousing, I just hoped to find a suitable target for my little display.

Before departure I made sure to check in online so I could choose a position in the middle of the row on the left side of the plane, seeing that it always is the right side of the blouse that opens up the most (as that is the second flap to be closed, it is the one which opens most), so if I turned away from the aisle towards anybody sitting in the window seat, it should be easier to do my little act. As I always fly business class it is often business men next to me, so there was a good chance of a suitable target.

One the plane I was happy to see two guys in the seats next to me as I got in the plane as one of the last passengers. Putting up my stuff in the overhead locker I noticed both at them looking at me, so at least I had their interest. I took one of the pillows which were fortunately in my locker so that I could indicate an interest in just sleeping on the trip (I normally can't be bothered by guys trying to chat me up on planes).

After the obligatory meal and clearing of the trays, I got the pillow out, turned towards the guys to my left and pretended to go to sleep. But first I had made sure the wrap around blouse was so open that there was a clear view of my right breast, still fairly decently covered by the tube top. I found the end of the strings and settled down comfortably.

I pretended to try to get into a better position and pulled the string a little, feeling the top slide down, dangerously close to revealing the nipple. I left it there for perhaps five minutes while I pretended to sleep. The guy had his laptop out and was typing, but through my almost shut eyes I could tell he was occasionally stopping and glimpsing over at me. I could feel myself getting aroused at the thought of what I was about to do.

I closed my eyes completely, and next time he stopped writing I pulled the string a little more, intending the top to only clear the nipple. I clearly felt as the nipple popped out, feeling a little sorry knowing that it would get hard and showing some degree of excitement. I was afraid it would give me away. If I was asleep and not noticing the slip, I shouldn't be getting aroused by it. But perhaps he would just see it as a natural reaction to it being released like that, or perhaps he was imagining me having a sexual dream, sparked by the feeling of the exposed nipple. I didn't get to think about this for long, because I felt the top continuing down, even without me pulling the strings. I guess sitting in this position, with the breast squeezed a little, once the top cleared the nipple there was nothing to hold it up, and suddenly I felt if falling completely down revealing the entire breast and naked skin below it. I almost, as a normal reaction, reached up to put it back in place, but at the last moment I controlled myself. This was exactly the kind of excitement I had been planning, so why stop it just because it had gone a bit further than I had planned? I kept sitting there, suddenly conscious of the typing having completely stopped. I know he was sitting there staring at my bare breast, but hoping that it wasn't obvious to anybody else. To me the greatest satisfaction is when it is a kind of action only going on between me and one "innocent bystander".

I think I was sitting like that for perhaps five minutes, getting extremely aroused, even perhaps dozing of a bit on my dirty fantasies, when I suddenly felt a tap on my arm. I looked up, again controlling an urge to cover up. As I saw the guy staring straight at me and then down at my breast, I felt a surge in my stomach as about to experience a small orgasm from the excitement.

Leaving the hand on my arm, the guy spoke to me.

"I am sorry to wake you," he said. "It is just that I have been sitting here noticing your top falling down. Add as much as like what I see, I don't feel I can sit here with a clear consciousness and look at you without letting you know that your top has fallen down."

I pride myself in my talents as an actress, because I managed to blush and seem embarrassed as I looked down at myself, seeing how exposed I was and quickly pulling the top back up.

"Am am so sorry, I keep having trouble with that top, but didn't think anything would happen when I sat down," I lied fluently.

"Oh, I don't think you have anything to be sorry about. It is I who is sorry for taking so long time to let you know, but I have to admit, that I was enjoying the view too much, so I couldn't really get myself to warn you about it."

I managed to look suitably embarrassed and flattered at the same time.

"Thank you , I guess that was a compliment," I said with a smile as I settled down to go back to sleep. "Please let me know if it happens again, I mean, after you are finished looking."

I could have done it again to see how he reacted, but I thought I had had my fun, and I was quite happy to stop the conversation there. He smiled nicely at me as we got up, but no more was said. But I was quite pleased with myself for laying a plan which ended up working so well. The image in my mind of me waking up, catching his eyes on my breast, looking down and "discovering" the totally exposed breast, will stay with me for a long time.

Now that is the kind of small displays that really appeal to me. Hope you people out there don't find it too disgusting to have a woman behaving like this.

Hugs Jen

Developments

There are many things happening in my life these days. I spend a week out of each month working in Spain. That should have given me lots of opportunity to write, but being alone down there, where it is still warm and nice, has given me so many opportunities to play with my exhibitionism, that I have been all caught up in that instead.

As an alternative to writing, which takes a more continous effort, I thought that perhaps I should use this blog for more discussions about exhibitionism. I have already had a reader share a story about his wife's exhibitionism, and I would like to invite more readers to share their experiences. Not only stories, if you think that takes too much effort, but also just small descriptions of things she does and that perhaps you encourage her to do. And should you be a woman reading this, and should you happen to share the same tendencies as I do, I would really love to hear from you. If you don't want to do it here on the public blog, then write me directly. I promise to reply to all such mails.

I will also start writing blogs about the small plays I play, or how I try to set up situation where I can do a bit of "accidental exposure". Perhaps it can work as an inspiration to others, both for trying out the same, and for writing about them here.

I know there are other forums for exhibitionists, but they cost money which means leaving your credit card and identity behind. I don't do this for money, so perhaps we can have a more open discussion here.

Hugs Jen