Exhibitionism - Games Women Play Ch. 02

"We're all getting older. I just turned 45-years-old," said Sharon with a dismissive, little laugh.

Val nodded her head while opening a bottle of champagne. She poured everyone a glass.

"In two more years, over the hill and on my way down, I'll be 50-years-old," she said with a sad, little laugh while stoically nodding her head. "That's life," she said with a shrug. "Everyone grows older."

Sarah laughed.

"I'm the baby of the group at 38-years-old. Only, in two more years, I'll be 40-years-old," she said nodding her head with sadness as if contagiously catching Gwen's low spirits and Sharon's certainty about getting older.

Seemingly not helping Gwen, even though they all tried by commiserating with her, she continued lamenting over her age and the disappointing state of her life.

"Other than the house that I own, the car that I drive, and the money that I have in the bank, my life and my entire identity is my job. My job defines me. My job is who I am," she said pausing to look at her sister, her cousin, and her aunt again. "Unless we're traveling somewhere on vacation, all I do is work, go home, eat, watch TV, sleep, and do it all over again," she said looking so sad. "My life is so boring."

Her sister patted her hand.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. You've always wanted to be a teacher. You're living your life how you wanted to live it. You're doing what you always wanted to do. You just need to have some fun today," she said. "Drink up," she said. "Alcohol is the medicine you need to make you feel better."

Again, Gwen looked as if she was about to cry.

"I'm an old maid, school teacher with a master's degree in education. With little else to show, I have no husband and no children. I don't even have a steady boyfriend," she said with tears in her eyes. "I'm such a loser. I'm a poor excuse of a woman for not being married with children."

Obviously looking for sympathy, instead, her sister, her cousin, and her aunt all laughed out loud. Accustomed to going anywhere they wanted to go and at any time they wanted to go, clearly, just as they knew that Gwen loved her freedom, they did, too. Even though she felt sad today, obviously, she'd be happy tomorrow. They all knew that she'd never give up her job and/or her lifestyle for any man. They all knew that she'd rather travel than to be married with children.

# # #

"Yeah, so? This is the choice we all made long ago when love never happened for any of us," said Sharon. "Tired and frustrated of searching for Mr. Right without success, after continually finding Mr. Wrong, we made a pact to stay together and travel. Look at me. I thought the man who impregnated me was going to marry me but, along with his child support, he disappeared in the darkness of the night."

Sharon looked at her sister with tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry to have made you sad, too," said Gwen.

Gwen hugged her sister.

"Yet, with the help of all of you, somehow I made it through. Now my son has a good job, a house, and a wife," said Sharon with pride. "Maybe, they'll have the kids I never had. Maybe, I'll be a grandmother," she said with a laugh.

Val looked at her niece.

"You're better off without him," she said.

Sharon nodded her head.

"Yet, you were the lucky one to, at least, have a child," said Gwen. "Except for Sarah, the rest of us too old for children. That ship has already sailed."

Sharon looked at her sister with kind understanding.

"It's never too late to find the right man. Perhaps he has children of his own. If you're desperate to have a child, you can always adopt," said Sharon.

Sarah laughed.

"Get a dog," she said. Sarah looked from Gwen to look at Sharon. "As of yet, there's been no prospects or proposals for marriage in any of our futures, owning a dog is looking better," she said with a sad, little laugh.

Gwen smiled at her sister and her cousin. She nodded her agreement.

"If I didn't travel as much, I'd have a dog already. I love dogs," said Valerie.

Gwen nodded her head in agreement.

"You're right. You're all right. I can't believe I'm still looking for a man to make me happy when it's up to me to make myself happy," she said looking from her sister to look at her cousin and her aunt. "I'm just sad and I'm making you all sad. Sorry but I always get melancholy around my birthday," said Gwen with a shrug.

Sarah patted Gwen's hand.

"I always wanted to get married, have a big wedding, and a houseful of children," said Sarah. "Yet, once I decided to continue with law school and take the bar, I was hooked. Being a corporate lawyer was what I wanted to do with my life," she said with conviction. "With the long hours that I work, I'm glad I don't have a man tying me down and asking when I'll be home."

Aunt Val hugged her niece.

"It's okay to be sad, Gwen, but I wouldn't change my life for anything or for anyone," said Val. "With no one to cook for, clean for, and pickup after, I don't need a man spending my money and cheating on me."

Gwen smiled at her aunt.

"That's for sure," she said in agreement.

Val looked from Gwen to look at Sarah and Sharon.

"With the four of us receiving huge discounts on airfares and hotel accommodations, thanks to the benefits of my job, I'd rather continue traveling the world as an airline stewardess. I'd rather have new adventures traveling than being a stay at home mother with a brood of kids and stuck in an unhappy and unhealthy marriage," said Val.

Sharon nodded her agreement.

"We've all seen things and done things that we wouldn't have seen and/or done if we were married," said Val with a dirty laugh. "We've all had a good life traveling and having a good time."

Gwen smiled.

"You're right. I know you're right. I understand all of that. I do. We made the right decision to travel instead of getting stuck in a bad marriages or bad relationships," said Gwen. "I wouldn't trade any of our trips for that or for anyone."

Val raised her champagne glass to toast everyone.

"To our next traveling adventure whenever and wherever we go," said Val.

"Cheers to that," said Sharon.

# # #

Sharon laughed while having a memory she obviously wanted to share.

"Do you remember that big black, muscular man in Jamaica? Oh, my God. What a hunk? What was his name, Delroy or LeRoy?"

Val laughed.

"Do I remember him? I'd never forget Fitzroy," said Val with a dirty laugh. "Sometimes, I still dream about him and awaken wet and horny."

Sarah smiled as if she was remembering her Jamaican vacation.

"I don't even know why I packed any clothes," said Sarah with a laugh. "Except to go to dinner, I was always lying on the beach or swimming in the water naked. Thank God for sunscreen."

Val closed her eyes while feeling her B cup breasts and fingering her erect nipples through her blouse and bra.

"My first time having a full body, naked massage, when Fitzroy felt my tits and fingered my nipples, I allowed him to have his wicked, sexual way with my naked body," she said with a dirty laugh. "I allowed him to masturbate me."

She closed her eyes and swooned.

"He gave me such a wonderful orgasm. Then, while still lying on my back and enjoying the sexual afterglow of my orgasm, eager to return the sexual favor, I turned around and lifted my head while smiling up at him. When I saw his bulging erection, unable to stop myself and sexually control myself, I felt his hard, throbbing cock through his pants," said Val.

Sharon laughed.

"You whore," said Sharon with a dirty laugh.

Val agreed that she was a whore by nodding her head and smiling.

"Then, I pulled down the front of his pants, reached my hand inside, pulled out his big, black prick, and stroked him. While he continued sexually touching and feeling me, I sucked his cock while he humped my mouth. As if he hadn't had sex for a week, he had so much cum. Resplendent in his cum, he ejaculated a huge load of cum in my mouth and all over my face," said Val with a sexy laugh.

# # #

"Open your birthday cards and gifts," said Sarah.

Gwen opened Sarah's card and gift first. She laughed at the card of a male stripper wishing her a happy birthday and then opened her gift.

"A barely there, see-through bra and crotchless panties. Thank you," she said laughing while holding them up for Sharon and Val to see. "I can't wait to wear these for someone the next time I flash my panties and bra," she said with a sexy laugh and a naughty look. "It's the perfect attire when opening my hotel door for room service."

Next she opened her Aunt Val's humorous card and birthday gift.

"A giant, black dildo. I guess you were thinking of Fitzroy when you bought this," said Gwen with a dirty laugh while stroking it and taking it to her lips to suck it.

Val nodded while smiling.

"I was thinking of him," she said taking the dildo from Gwen's hand to hold it in her hand. "In the way that it curves up like that, it reminds me of him. God, my first black man having sex with, he had such a big, thick cock," she said with another dirty laugh while handing the dildo back to Gwen.

Next, she opened Sharon's gift.

"What's this," she asked removing four tickets from the envelope?

Sharon laughed shamelessly.

"Since, I know how much we all enjoy showing off our naked bodies, in celebration of your birthday, I bought us tickets to the wet, T-shirt contest for tonight," said Sharon with sexual arousal while looking at Gwen, Sarah, and Val. "So, now that we know what we're doing tonight, what shall we do today for your birthday?"

The women looked from one to the other while waiting for ideas and suggestions.

"We can go shopping and then go to lunch or go to lunch and then go shopping," said Sarah.

Val looked at her niece.

"It's your birthday, Gwen," said Val. "What would you like to do?"

Gwen gave Val a sexy smile and a naughty look.

"Well, since we'll be attending a wet T-shirt contest tonight, to get us in the mood of exposing ourselves, let's go to the mall and do some flashing," said Gwen. "Then, we'll have lunch."

# # #

"Shotgun," declared Gwen, the biggest flasher and most, unashamed and unembarrassed exhibitionist of the group, while running for the passenger, front, side door.

Val laughed.

"If you're shotgun, you know the rules," she said.

Gwen looked back at her aunt and returned Val's laugh with her laugh.

"Why do you think I called shotgun? I love exposing my naked tits to truckers on the road," she said laughing. "I love it when they broadcast over their CB radios that there's a woman flashing her naked breasts and all the truckers that drive by look over at me while expecting me to flash them, too."

Gwen was ready to expose her shapely, D cup breasts, before even getting in the car. She unbuttoned her blouse to her waist and removed her breasts from her bra with the eager anticipation of exposing herself to horny and appreciative truckers. Impossible to know, she couldn't count how many truckers she had flashed her breasts to over the years. Seemingly, especially with her a passenger when there's someone else driving, as if doing a drive by flashing, she loved flashing her big tits to unsuspecting drivers and to tollbooth collectors.

Already dressed and ready to go, the four women piled in Val's Subaru Outback, sports utility vehicle. Needing a car to get her safely to and from the airport in bad weather, she bought the car new from the dealership last year. The car, a crimson red, metallic pearl with tan leather interior was plenty big enough to comfortably fit the four women and their luggage.

Observing the speed limit, not wanting to call attention to her driving, especially with Gwen flashing her naked breasts, Val stayed in the middle lane. As soon as they pulled abreast of a trucker, Val beeped her horn and waved at the driver while Gwen turned to face the trucker. Gwen smiled and waved while lowering her top and removing her breasts from her blouse to expose her naked breasts to him. Something she loved to do and has always had done since as long she can remember, proud of her big tits, she loved flashing her naked breasts to truckers on the highway.

Giving drivers quite the naked, tit show, pulling them, turning them, and twisting them while staring up at him, she fingered her nipples to full erection. Then, she raised her breasts in the palm of her hands and slowly juggled them to give the driver a good, long, look at her huge tits. Not stopping there, she lifted her big breasts to her mouth to suck her nipple, first one and then the other.

No doubt, in the way she was exposing her naked tits to them, they wished they could touch them, feel them, and fondle them. No doubt in the way that she was exposing her naked nipples to them, they wished they could finger her nipples and suck her nipples. No doubt, in the way that she was exposing her naked tits to them, they wished they could expose their naked pricks to her and ejaculate their cum all over the big tits.

With one eye on Gwen's naked tits and his other eye on the road, when a trucker was coming up behind them, Val gave Gwen the head's up. With the truckers talking to and communicating with one another on the CB radios, no doubt, about her flashing her tits, she waved goodbye to one trucker and waved hello to another trucker. Seeming, there were an endless procession of truckers to flash her tits to on the way to the mall.

"There's another trucker coming, Gwen. Get ready," said Val with a sexy laugh while keeping an eye out for state patrol cars.

Gwen flashed a dozen truckers on their way to the mall. They were lucky that none of the truckers followed them to the shopping mall parking lot. They were lucky that there wasn't a state trooper listening to the truckers talking on their CB radios about Gwen flashing her naked tits. Something that's happened once or twice before, taking a chance at baiting and sexually teasing a perverted and deranged man, they've been lucky that nothing has ever happened other than men looking, staring, and leering at their naked breasts.

With them becoming too sexually excited, some men don't appreciate being flashed and sexually teased. Some men get overly sexually excited when seeing a woman's naked breasts. Clearly, it's sexually frustrating for them when she flashes them her tits, teases them by fingering her erect nipples, and then drives away. Some men, wanting more than just to look, while thinking they have a live one, want her to give them sex. If ever they were to stop, some men wouldn't take no for an answer.

# # #

"Where shall we flash first," asked Sarah with a sexually aroused laugh?

Sharon returned her cousin's sexually aroused laugh with her sexually aroused laugh.

"That's easy. The shoe store is one of my favorite places to flash," she said. "Gwen you go in with me first and give us five minutes before you come in with Sarah, Val," said Sharon taking charge.

As if they were planning a burglary and getting ready to cover their faces with masks, instead of readying themselves for a flashing show of deliberate exhibitionism, they disappeared in the ladies' room first. They reapplied their lipsticks and fixed their hair. With them all having flashed shoe salesmen many times before, just as they knew the reactions they'd receive, they all knew their roles to play. Expert at sexually teasing men by flashing them, flashing men their panties or naked pussies as much as flashing them their naked tits, always put men in a hypnotic trance while they stared.

As soon as Val parked the car, intent on flashing the shoe salesman her naked, brown, trimmed pussy, she removed her panties and stuffed them in her purse. Valerie admitted to her niece, Gwen, that she always felt sexier, more wicked, and ready to flash when not wearing panties. In readiness to flash her red, trimmed pussy, Sarah removed her panties and stuffed them in her purse, too. In the way that Gwen and Sharon loved flashing men their panties, Sarah and Valerie loved flashing men their naked pussies.

Their flashing uniforms of choice were clothes that were easy to give men up-skirt peeks of their panties or their naked pussies and down-blouse views of their cleavages, their bras, and/or their naked breasts. Whether they flashed their panties, their naked pussies, their bras, or their naked breasts, their flashing uniforms of choice were short skirts and sheer, low-cut blouses. Whether flashing their naked breasts, their panties, or their naked pussies, sometimes, when given the opportunity, they flashed both.

Before flashing their bras and cleavage, they loosened their bra straps. By loosening their bra straps, when they leaned forward while wearing a low-cut top with their low-cut bras, their bras moved forward with them. They gave admiring men not only a flash of their cleavage and bras but also a good look of their areolas and nipples. As if the women weren't even wearing bras, men could see most of the size and the shape of their naked breasts. More than any other part of their sexy bodies, women loved flashing their naked tits and men loved seeing their naked tits.

When flashing men their panties, giving their legs a shapelier look, all four women wore high heeled shoes with their short skirts. Putting on a fresh pair of panties before leaving the house, Gwen and Sharon wore bright white, bikini panties. As soon as they sat in a chair at the shoe store, unless they crossed their legs, no matter how ladylike they sat, they'd be flashing their panty clad pussies to the shoe salesman.

With their white panties sheer and nearly transparent, as soon as they sat in a chair, they'd be flashing the darker shadow of their pubic hair, their pussy mound, their camel toe, and their pussy slits. As usually was the case, the shoe salesmen would be fighting over who would wait on them. Not shyly subtle or demure in their flashing, the two, professional, shoe salesmen didn't stand a chance against these two, professional, exhibitionistic women. With the salesmen distracted while staring, flashing their panties or their naked pussies always allowed them to get the best and immediate shoe service.

Not having to pretend that they were shopping to buy a pair of new shoes, they were always shopping for, looking at, and buying shoes. Taking their time while waiting for other women to leave the store so as to receive the shoe salesman's full attention, Gwen and her sister perused the shoe store. Sharon picked a pair of navy-blue, high heels and Gwen chose a pair of calf high, brown boots. Both women intentionally chose footwear that were a size too small. Their panty flashing show began as soon as they were seated and the salesman approached them to offer them his assistance.

With their skirts already raised to mid-thigh and their knees parted enough for him to see a triangular patch of white between their thighs, when walking towards the women, his eyes darted from their faces to their panties. They both had long, shapely legs that were made strong from dancing, skating, swimming, cycling, running, and playing tennis. Controlling himself from staring and leering at all that he could see of the women's sexy lingerie and all that they were deliberately flashing him, he smiled at the two women.

"How may I help you, ladies?"

If only he knew they were no ladies, wouldn't he be surprised? If only he knew that they were ready to deliberately flash him their panty clad pussies, what would he say? Gwen handed the salesman the boot she took from the display.

"I'd like to see these in a size 8," she said even though she took a size 9.

The twenty-something-year-old salesman accepted the boot from Gwen without question or suggestion. He noted the style, color, and size before returning the boot to the display. Normally, even when women know their sizes, a routine of habit, he'd measure their foot but with them already flashing him, already preoccupied staring at all that he could see of their panties, he seemed nervous around them. Obviously, they were sexually exciting him enough to make him uncomfortable. Unable to help himself, he looked more than once at Gwen's and at Sharon's exposed panties.