bi/gay women exposing themselves to straight women?

I went to a Macy's on Saturday with a woman friend

of mine and tried on tons of stuff. The changing rooms were cubicles in a large dressing room area. One could get out of one's cubicle and then stand on this raised platform with three big mirrors around it. Usually a tailor works there, but there wasn't one when I was there. I went with a straight friend who knows I'm kind of crazy, and I spent more time on that platform in the main dressing room area than in my cubicle, asking her what she thought of what I was trying on. I was braless, but if anyone was paying attention, they could see I was wearing very plain, but crotchless underwear.
 
of mine and tried on tons of stuff. The changing rooms were cubicles in a large dressing room area. One could get out of one's cubicle and then stand on this raised platform with three big mirrors around it. Usually a tailor works there, but there wasn't one when I was there. I went with a straight friend who knows I'm kind of crazy, and I spent more time on that platform in the main dressing room area than in my cubicle, asking her what she thought of what I was trying on. I was braless, but if anyone was paying attention, they could see I was wearing very plain, but crotchless underwear.

I should add that they were very obviously crotchless.
 
I'd like to hear from other bi/gay women who got off on exposing themselves around straight women, or, have masturbated where straight women might catch them. I'd also like to hear from straight women who have had women expose themselves to them or have caught another woman masturbating.

I'm straight and I have no idea if another woman has exposed herself to me. Most girls I meet all have a different level of comfort about nudity.

I think the human body is beautiful, male and female. I can appreciate a female body but I am more interested in male bodies. On the flip side, I don't care if women look at my body. I've been on other sites and met women who enjoyed looking at pics of my body.:rose:
 
I don't think the nude body is necessarily sexual. My friends and I dress to go out in front of each other or if you swim you do. Or on the beach. There is nothing sexual in it. Nudity alone is not sexy it is much more than that.
 
I don't think the nude body is necessarily sexual. My friends and I dress to go out in front of each other or if you swim you do. Or on the beach. There is nothing sexual in it. Nudity alone is not sexy it is much more than that.

I agree ,but I do think that nudity can be very sexy in the right situation
 
I'm straight and I have no idea if another woman has exposed herself to me. Most girls I meet all have a different level of comfort about nudity.

I think the human body is beautiful, male and female. I can appreciate a female body but I am more interested in male bodies. On the flip side, I don't care if women look at my body. I've been on other sites and met women who enjoyed looking at pics of my body.:rose:

I have been Bi since I was a t e e n, I love looking at other women
 
I don't think the nude body is necessarily sexual. My friends and I dress to go out in front of each other or if you swim you do. Or on the beach. There is nothing sexual in it. Nudity alone is not sexy it is much more than that.

I've been saying this forever so refreshing to meet someone who shares the sentiment. That being said, the human body is beautiful. And I admire even the peeks I get of people.
 
I agree ,but I do think that nudity can be very sexy in the right situation

If I'm nude or partially nude where I'm not supposed to be, it's a turn on and sexual for me. If I'm walking around nude in my gym's locker room and I've got tan lines from a ridiculously tiny string bathing suit, I think I'm talking about more than just nudity. I'm flaunting my body.
 
If I'm nude or partially nude where I'm not supposed to be, it's a turn on and sexual for me. If I'm walking around nude in my gym's locker room and I've got tan lines from a ridiculously tiny string bathing suit, I think I'm talking about more than just nudity. I'm flaunting my body.

I think women's locker rooms has many more women looking than you'd think. Be it curiousity or competition or lust lol. I always catch wanswering eyes
 
I think women's locker rooms has many more women looking than you'd think. Be it curiousity or competition or lust lol. I always catch wanswering eyes

I'm sure you're right about this. That's a big part of my motivation to go to the gym, lol. Nothing sexier than watching some of the girls get dressed/undressed. I love the waterpark in the summertime too, hanging out in the sun all day then going in afterwards to change and check out the other girls, I love tan lines.
 
I'm sure you're right about this. That's a big part of my motivation to go to the gym, lol. Nothing sexier than watching some of the girls get dressed/undressed. I love the waterpark in the summertime too, hanging out in the sun all day then going in afterwards to change and check out the other girls, I love tan lines.

I LOVE tan lines. Lol. So sexy! I don't get them often but very dark tan with very fair skin.
 
I'm sure you're right about this. That's a big part of my motivation to go to the gym, lol. Nothing sexier than watching some of the girls get dressed/undressed. I love the waterpark in the summertime too, hanging out in the sun all day then going in afterwards to change and check out the other girls, I love tan lines.

Waterparks, those were always interesting. :devil:
 
Shoe-shopping sans panties! Part One

I DID IT! Shoe-shopping without panties!

Several weeks ago, I had a hotel-room fling with a woman from out of town, and we "swapped fantasies" during a break. She told me that one of her favorite stunts was shopping for shoes without wearing any
panties, deliberately exposing her bare pussy to the male sales clerk.

For some reason or another - perhaps because I am an exhibitionist, more
likely because I am a try-anything-for-fun hyper-sexual woman - the
thought of doing this stunt on my own kept running through my mind. I
even did a couple of "rehearsals" by having Hal sit on an Ottoman stool
in front of my chair in the living room and pretend he was fitting me
for shoes. I would "accidentally" let my skirt ride up my legs so that
he could see that I wore no panties, and that my naked cunnie was only
a few inches away.

Hal liked the game, to be sure, as did I!!! He would eventually break
off the game by leaning in to lick and kiss my pussy and then pull me
down onto the floor for a good hard-riding fuck.

But I wanted to expose myself in a quasi-public place, to a strange man,
and in a situation that seemed accidental. Candidly, I was wary about
doing so anywhere near where we live - because of my profession, I am
occasionally on local TV. Not a big star, by any means, but enough sound-bite
stuff that I feared someone might recognize me, and I do NOT need that
sort of publicity. ("Financial Whiz Busted for Baring Beaver!" Yeah,
sure, just what clients like to read in the press.)

Well, darlings, the chance came two weekends ago when Hal and I went out
west a few states to visit another couple. I shan't tarry over the
sex other than to say that (a) the four of us hit it off immediately;
(b) Lyle fucked the proverbial living daylights out me of beginning
about 20 minutes after we walked into their home; and ©) Carol did the
same with Hal. Both of them were also most skilled at oral sex.

Now, to the good part. Carol told me she had read many of postings,
and the one that really turned her on was...yep, the no-panties
shopping scenario. She, too, had thought about giving some unsuspecting
clerk a thrill, and she, too, had hesitated about actually doing it
"too close to home."

This discussion came as the four of us enjoyed a late-morning breakfast,
with Carol doing stacks of pancakes. Lyle thought it was jolly fun to
smear maple syrup over his erect cock and offer it to me for tasty
licking; come on, Hal, your turn now! Just your run of the mill Yuppy
fun....

Anyway, Lyle had the solution: "Hey," he said, "let's get cleaned up and
dressed, and drive over to a mall near _____ [he named a town about 20
miles distant]. Hal and I can ride shotgun for you girls while you do
your things, just to make sure you don't get into trouble."

Great idea! We finished breakfast and enjoyed good leisurely
"for-the-road" fucks. I had not brought a mini-skirt with me, but
Carol and I are near the same size, and I borrowed one the hemline of
which was closer to my pussy than to my knees. Even walking around
their house, I could feel the air teasing my pubis. And when I sat down
and parted my legs, I felt as if I was at the GYN's having my annual
check up. I mean, folks, my cunt was right out there for the viewing.

And, of course, Lyle played with me during the half-hour drive to the
mall, me scooted way over in the passenger seat so that all he had to
do was drop his hand into my lap. "When the sales guy sees you, he is
going to wonder what got your pussy so wet," Lyle said. I giggled. "Me
being wet means that much more of a turn on for the guy, I should
think." Hal was giving Carol a similar fingering in the back seat.

Show time. We parked at a mall that seemed slightly up-scale, but not
ritzy, just middle-America. As we got out of the car, Hal asked, "So,
what are your girls going to do if the target gets carried away and
touches your pussies?"

The thought of a clerk being that bold had not occurred to me. I looked
at Carol. She shrugged and said, "I guess it depends on how I feel when I actually see the guy in person." We exchanged grins. "OK, Kath," she said. "It's show time! Let's go have some fun!!"

See Part Two later today
 
Shoie-shopping sans panties -- part two

Carol did add, "I'm damned well not going back into the store room to fuck a
shoe clerk, but if he wants an innocent touch....well, let's just see
what happens."

The deal was that Carol and I would scout out a shoe store that appealed
to us, and had the sort of layout we wanted - where we could sit
towards the rear of the store, and face a wall, not the street or other
shoppers - while the guys would slow-trail us from a distance, not
giving the idea that the four of us were together.

We found the right venue almost immediately, a nice non-chain store that
we could tell had a row of chairs at the back in addition to scattered
ones elsewhere. An older man was behind the cash register. A fellow I
would put in his mid to late 30s was futzing around the display racks,
doing something or another to arrange shoes. In we went.

Carol flashed him a warm smile and said, No, we don't have anything
particular in mind, OK if we just browse?

Now I admit, I was getting just a little nervous. Wasn't this a rather
risky lark? But we wandered from rack to rack, slowly moving towards
the rear of the store. The clerk stayed within range, awaiting our
choice. Carol shot me a glance. Show time, Kath, here we go, her
expression said.

"These white pumps," she said, pointing to a rack. "Do you maybe have my
size? I would like to try these."

The clerk said he'd best measure, for so many shoes come in these days
from Asia that you could not always trust the sizes to match up. As
Carol eased into a chair he sat on a lower stool and shoved the little
measuring rack thing towards her.

I stood right behind him, so I saw what he saw - and what a sight! As
Carol lifted her left foot onto the measure, her skirt fell away from
her legs, giving the clerk a direct eyes-on view of her neatly trimmed
pubic patch. Her pussy hair is stark black, but very fine, and her
distended labia were clearly visible. So, too, was her slit, which
glistened with juices that Hal had drawn from her during his
finger-fucking.

The clerk had started to make the measurement, but he was so startled at
what he was seeing - at what this damned good looking brunette was
SHOWING him, to be more accurate - that he stopped shock-still and just
gaped. Carol responded by shoving her skirt down just a bit - just a
bit, mind you, and not nearly enough to cover herself.

The clerk recovered enough to fumble around with the measure. He seemed
unwilling to take his eyes off her groin and see the numbers. Carol sat
in silence, a slight smile on her face. She looked up at me and gave me
a half-wink.

When the clerk showed signs that he had finished measuring, I stepped
up. "While you are back there, why not see if you can find another pair
in my size? I think it would be fun for us to wear matching shoes when
we go out tonight."

Now, my pussy is a very sensitive part of my body. When I am sexually
aroused, I feel a tingle in my groin, a sensation that invites a touch
and fondle. Even while walking around the store, I had enjoyed being
bare down there for the coolness of the air conditioning. As I moved
into the chair, my nipples hardened, and I knew there was a reddish
flush on my face.

By happenstance, there was another measuring stool thing just to my
right, and it was this one that the clerk shoved towards me. Even
sitting there, my skirt was at mid-thigh, and yes, it covered my lower
body (that is, my pussy). I quivered as I lifted my right leg and put
it onto the stand. I extended my knee to make damned sure that my skirt
went where I wished it to go - right up my legs so that my cunt was
right out there in the open for the clerk to see and admire.

He now knew for sure that what as happening was no accident - that two
attractive women in their 30s, one blonde, one brunette were
deliberately exposing their pussies to him. I could not see myself, my
position being what it was, but I knew that my cunnie was sopping wet,
and I could imagine the moisture matting my pussy hair.

He looked from one pussy to the other. He gave a hint of a smile.
"Matching shoes, eh? Things that match are always impressive." He was
not even pretending to measure now, he was just looking. My excitement
mounted at the audacity of what we were doing. I had the urge to be
even more naughty.

"Sir," I said, "my left foot sometimes takes a very slightly smaller
size than my right one. Just to make sure, I think you should measure
that one also."

Bless him, he caught on. He lifted Carol's foot off that stand - slowly,
for he was going to have to lose his sight of her cunt for a moment -
and slid it a few inches over so that it was in front of me. Leaving my
right foot in place on one stand, I lifted my left foot onto the other
stand.

Doing so meant that I had to part my legs even wider - and I could feel
my pussy gaping wide open, right in front of the guy's staring eyes. He
suddenly glanced over my shoulders, and I realized that he was making
sure that we were all alone at the rear of the store.

Hands went to both my feet, as if he was positioning them to measure. I
slowly flexed my knees up and down, and then farther apart, knowing
that doing so made my bare labia move about. His hands tentatively went
to my ankles, and then beyond, to mid-calves. He paused, staring at the
haired mons before his eyes.

I flexed my buttocks, lifting myself off the seat and thrusting my groin
an inch or so closer to his face. An invitation. He lowered his head
slightly, as if asking, Do I dare? What will she do?

Carol's hand came over and rested on the back of his head, and she gave
it a gentle shove forward, pushing it towards my pussy. Such was all he
needed. He thrust his face onto my groin. His tongue was frantic
against my slit. He moaned as he commenced licking and sucking my
pussy.

I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled his mouth tighter into
my groin. The erotic excitement of what we had been doing, coupled with
the eagerness of his mouth, combined to bring me to a rousing and
explosive climax in less than a minute. I locked my thighs around his
head and rubbed my groin against his face. Hot damn! This guy loved
eating pussy.

I didn't give him all that long. I could tell by Carol's heavy breathing
that she was eager for her turn. She had a hand on her groin, fingering
herself. I whispered, "My friend wants you now, go do her...."

He did, and if anything she came even quicker than I did, exploding the
moment his mouth touched her cunt. I mischievously took my bare foot
off the measuring stool and ran it over between his legs and up to his
crotch. Oh, my goodness, this fellow has an erect penis! Who would have
thought.....He began hunching against my foot, so caught up in the
pleasure of anonymous sex that he apparently forgot where he was, and
why.

Knowing that Carol had climaxed was to me a fitting departure line. I
leaned over and tapped the fellow on the shoulder. "We really should
buy our shoes and get out of here," I said. "Our husbands are waiting
for us."

At the word "husbands" the clerk sat up straight. He seemed flustered.
"I've got the measurements in my head, I'll be right back," he said.
When he arose he stood facing us briefly, as if proud to show us the
bulge in his trousers. A slight smile, then he was away.

We gave him one final look at our snatches as he made sure the fits were
proper. Then down came the skirts, and back into concealment under the
mini-skirts went our damp pussies. His erection had subsided
sufficiently for him to walk us to the cash register.

The older guy smiled as we approached. "Did Mark here give you fine
ladies good service?" he asked.

"He sure did," I said. "Mark has, shall I say, a fine sense of gab!" He
did at that; the man knew how to eat pussy, even in the oddest of
circumstances.

We paid cash, we said our goodbyes, we found Hal and Lyle waiting for us
near a fountain outside the store.

"Was that my imagination, or did that guy's head really fall below the
chair line towards the end?" Lyle asked.

"Come buy us lunch and we'll tell you all about it," Carol said with a
giggle.
 
In spite of being an exhibitionist, it never stuck me to do this to women at all. I'd be kind of afraid of backlash if I did this to a straight woman...

I agree. I get aroused watching straight friends changing clothes casually, but I'd never attempt to masterbate with a non consenting partner. I feel morally wrong and it's illegal.

Great topic though
 
I find the female body both very beautiful and sexually arousing. I find undressing in the presence of a straight woman highly stimulating, as well as watching her undress. I have never walked around the dressing area nude, but I do get myself hot doing it wearing only lingerie or a negligee.
 
I find the female body both very beautiful and sexually arousing. I find undressing in the presence of a straight woman highly stimulating, as well as watching her undress. I have never walked around the dressing area nude, but I do get myself hot doing it wearing only lingerie or a negligee.

Yes bu I get a special rush in a crowded locker room nude either bending over to dry my legs or putting a foot up on the bunch wiping myself and rubbing my C'Li ... My nipples give me away
 
I find the female body both very beautiful and sexually arousing. I find undressing in the presence of a straight woman highly stimulating, as well as watching her undress. I have never walked around the dressing area nude, but I do get myself hot doing it wearing only lingerie or a negligee.

Very very true. The eyes of a woman who doesn't have sexual fantisies about women but can't help but stare at your naked form. Very sexy
 
An Added Treat for Their Eyes

Very very true. The eyes of a woman who doesn't have sexual fantisies about women but can't help but stare at your naked form. Very sexy

I think, if you expose your body to a straight woman and have your mons shaved bare, it has to immediately become the focal point of her gaze and hopefully will mesmerize her for at least an instant.
 
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