The Closet Exhibitionist

Second Exposure — Time for a change

My cheeks flushed a furious shade of red as I saw she was gesturing to my throbbing erection

It had been several weeks since I’d locked myself out of my flat naked, but my thoughts kept returning to it. I know that I should have been terrified it would happen again, not to mention embarrassed, but I was neither of those things. My overriding memory was of arousal.

I wasn’t sure why the incident had made such a strong impression but was sure of one thing, I wanted to capture that feeling again. No, wanted is too weak a description. I needed to feel that again. It was a constant voice in the back of my mind, urging me to do something. To feed the hunger.

It wasn’t long before I succumbed.

Today was Tuesday and it was the one day I planned to exercise. Most people use the gym, but I’ve always found them to be depressing places that simulate the real world and require needless grunting. I prefer swimming. A little experimenting taught me that Tuesday was best for this as the pool was invariably empty, especially first thing in the morning.

As I entered the unisex changing room I was pleased to find I was the only one there again. I was halfway to a booth when the little voice in the back of my head cleared it’s throat.

“You don’t need a booth,” it whispered. “Just change in the middle of the room, by your locker.”

A tingle of excitement shot through me. Surely I couldn’t risk that! This was a mixed changing room and sure, it was empty now, but someone could walk in at any point. I hesitated, considering the risk but the need to feel that ‘all consuming-nothing else matters’ burn of arousal again was too strong.

Picking a locker in a prominent location, I proceeded to strip. One by one I removed my clothes and placed them safely inside the locker. After each item, I scanned the room nervously to check I hadn’t missed the sound of someone arriving. As I removed my boxers and added them to the pile it occurred to me that I was now naked, in full view of anyone who came in and — nothing.

There was no excitement, no arousal. Just the knowledge that I was naked and probably shouldn’t be.

Pulling my trunks on, I headed to the pool, confused. My thoughts churned as I swam. Why hadn’t my nudity triggered the same response? Clearly, just being naked wasn’t enough, not even in a risky location. Something was missing, but what?

I didn’t know.

Just to be sure, I repeated the process on the way out. Ignoring the changing booths, I towelled myself dry beside the locker, I was so wrapped up in thought that I was soon dressed again. The room was still deserted and I wasn’t even vaguely excited, just disappointed.

I vowed to try again. I instinctively knew that simply climbing out of the window wouldn’t work, and this exercise had proved that simple nudity wasn’t enough. It had to be something different, some new situation. I just wasn’t sure what.

The next day I made my way to the local shopping outlet with a new plan, and a camera. I had an inkling that a potential audience may be the extra trigger I needed, and decided to capture some pictures of my exploits this time, even if I had no plans for anyone to ever see them.

I wandered the corridors, looking for a suitable shop, somewhere with a changing room that was more than a flimsy curtain at the side of the shopfloor, that had customers, but not too many. Instinct led me to an old favourite.

The Ted Baker outlet not only had some incredible looking suits to try on, it had the perfect facilities. I’d been before, and the changing rooms were decent sized cubicles set along a corridor in the corner of the shop. It still only had curtains to separate the booth from the corridor, but they were floor length and wide enough to close properly.

Taking my time, I chose a garish shirt that I would never wear and a suit I’d lusted after for a while now.

“Would you like to try those on?” said a voice from behind me.

I turned to find a smiling sales assistant in a dress that clung to her in a way that flattered every curve. My mouth was dry as I responded.

“I’d better, I never know what these sizes mean.”

“This way,” she said, leading me to the back of the store. I followed a few steps behind, trying not to stare overtly at the way her buttocks swayed hypnotically, whilst ignoring the butterflies taking flight in my stomach.

She reached the corridor containing the booths and turned to face me.

“They’re all empty. Let me know if you need any help,” she said with a smile.

“Thanks.”

I squeezed past her and made my way to the furthest cubicle, pulling the curtain firmly across the entrance as I passed through it. Now I remembered why I’d targeted this particular place. All three walls were lined with mirrors and as I looked, there were an infinity of Me’s gazing back.

The excitement was building. I could feel the early signs of arousal, a fluttering sensation in my stomach and little extra heat in my groin. Placing the camera on the seat in front of me I started to undress, placing my clothes on the back of the chair. By the time I had stripped to just my boxer shorts the feeling I’d been searching for was back. My pulse was pounding in my ears and I could feel my cock making its presence felt, pressing against the material of the boxers.

Time for a test shot, I thought. Picking up the camera, I switched it on, set the self-timer to 10 seconds, and flipped up the screen so I could frame the picture better. Placing it on the chair, I pointed it at the mirror and adjusted the angle.

The effect of the mirrors was mind bending, I could see every angle of myself reflected multiple times. I pressed the button and dropped my boxers to the floor, leaving one hand coyly covering my modesty and counting down the time.

As my count reached one, I realised I’d made a crucial error and attempted to grab the camera. I was too late. The timer finished and the camera took a picture — complete with flash! I fumbled my boxers back up into place and held my breath, waiting for the shop assistant to ask what the hell I was doing.

Nothing happened.

I let my breath out and relaxed. At the same time I realised that I was more aroused than nervous. Picking up the camera again, I turned off the flash and reviewed the picture. It was better than I had any right to expect, and had captured the panicked look on my face and the outstretched hand reaching for the camera beautifully.

Setting the timer again, I prepared for another picture. I put the jacket on and took my boxers off again. Turning my arse towards the lens I waited and heard the camera click successfully, this time without the flash. Enjoying myself now, I took the jacket off and swapped it for the hideous shirt, which I left unbuttoned. Using my hand to hide my semi erect cock, I took another picture.

Now to try the trousers, I thought. Pulling them on was easy. I tucked the tip of my cock into the material but left the trousers undone and wide open so it was partly concealed and posed for another frame.

Setting the timer for a final shot, I decided to take an “action” shot of me taking the clothes off, aiming for having the trousers round my calves and my arse pointing at the camera.

Counting down in my head I eased the trousers down and went to extract one foot from the material. It became stuck in the ankle, so I reached down to free it and found myself toppling sideways. Panicked, I put my hands out to brace myself on the mirror and realised I wasn’t falling that way. I was tipping towards the curtain instead.

My head touched the curtain and I heard it slide sideways as my falling body tugged it wide open. I looked up, into the eyes of the shop assistant.

“Anything I can help you with?” She smirked as she took in my naked body sprawled on the floor, “You look as though you could use a hand with that”.

My cheeks flushed a furious shade of red as I saw she was gesturing to my throbbing erection.

I couldn’t speak, but I didn’t need to. She held out her hand and helped me back to my feet, pushing me back into the cubicle and following me inside before closing the curtain again.

“You’d better take those off,” she said. “Stand still and I’ll help.”

With that she dropped to her knees and eased the trousers off with a well practised tug. I was acutely aware that my cock was practically in her face. She didn’t stand up though, instead she looked up at me, and our eyes locked as she wrapped her fingers around my swollen shaft and kissed the tip of my cock.

“Are you going to set the timer again, or shall I?” she asked.

I looked at her wide-eyed. Was this really happening?

“I.. I’ll do it” I managed to sputter, picking up the camera.

As I started to take pictures, she gazed into the lens, and licked my cock as if it were a delicious treat before opening her mouth wide and slowly pressing her lips down the entire length, sucking as she went. It felt incredible, and it was all I could do to stop my knees buckling as she devoured me.

I have no idea how long it lasted, I was utterly lost in a sea of sensations. It was obvious that she loved sucking my cock in a way that nobody ever had before and I realised this was the difference between a woman who would and a woman who wanted to. The sensations were exquisite, I felt goosebumps coursing along my arms in waves as ripples of pleasure radiated outwards from my groin as she sucked, licked and nipped.

Her hand came up to cup my balls and that was enough to push me over the edge. My cock swelled impossibly hard and I felt her smile around me, she knew what was coming. Me.

She squeezed my balls and my cock exploded in climax. Our eyes locked as it pulsed in her mouth, emptying my balls straight down her throat.

Slowly, still sucking hard enough to make me wince slightly, she pulled her lips away. Placing one final kiss on the tip of my now deflating cock before she stood up.

“That’s better. I’ll leave you to get dressed again,” she said as she slipped out of the cubicle, closing the curtain, leaving me staring wide-eyed after her.

Another from Andy…

And one from Mrs. K