Nudity | Airplane | Black Car | My Sex Life Diary
I Gave a Show to Business Men With My Side Boobs on The Plane & A Casual Striptease in a Shared Cab
Men have nipples, but every time they see the female ones, it’s like they’ve never seen any before! [Sex Confession]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
I had fun telling you about the time I walked in the rain wearing only a short, thin dress and ended up nude in an Uber. It had been a fun day, and it was almost as stimulating for me to tell you about it.
I will continue writing erotica tales of fiction, but since you seem to particularly enjoy my real-life sex confessions, here’s another one.
About four months after moving to South Florida, I had to fly home to finalize a few things. I waited until it was Spring over there. So it was just before everything shut down because of the pandemic. I wasn’t looking forward to traveling — it was not a dive trip! So I figured I had to make it fun. And I sure did! In fact, thinking of that trip right now is making the lace under my skirt a bit wet (well, it would if I were wearing any panties), and I bet a couple of men masturbated while thinking of me on that day!
As I planned to play games on that trip back home, I left with tiny shorts, a man workout tank top, and high heels, which are certainly not the type of shoes you want for traveling, but I do! I want to entertain! And I will tell you more about the tank top in a minute because, first, once at the airport, I had to throw a sweater over it. In every airport I’ve been to, except in places with open-air terminals like in Suva, Fiji, it seemed to me that the manager mistook the airport terminal for a fridge!
I requested a middle seat. Yes, I know! Crazy, isn’t it? But I love it when I end up sitting between two serious businessmen—the more serious, the better. And luck was on my side on that day. To my left, on the aisle, my neighbor was an older gentleman with gray hair. On the window seat, a younger man completed the row to my right. They were both wearing suits & ties, probably ready to attend business meetings upon landing.
I introduced myself and shook hands with both of them. Over time, I found that a bit of physical contact, even if just a handshake, usually helps break the invisible physical barrier between the seats.
Once we were in the air and the captain turned the seatbelt sign off, the fun began.
I removed my sweater and leaned forward to put it in my carry-on backpack under the seat in front of me. Suddenly, both sets of eyes beamed onto the side of my torso and, more precisely, my boobs! I think frontal cleavage is overrated. Men are too used to it. A bit of side boob can drive them much crazier!
An excellent way to reveal side boobs is to wear a muscle tank top that’s low under the arms. I was wearing a man’s muscle tank that I kept precisely for that purpose. In most cases, women wear a bandeau bra underneath the muscle tank top, which defeats the purpose. #FreeTheNipple! Just let your breasts breathe!
An oversized muscle tank without a bra allows for a lot of foreplay! When my torso stood straight, they got to see a fair chunk of the side of my breasts, and their eyes were on the lookout for more. I bet I could have had them eat out of my hand! And when I bent forward, the tank top dangled lower than my boobs, and therefore, these men got to see everything, including a nipple at the end of the dangling breast of a 22-year-old blonde.
I made the first moment of free, visible nipples last as long as possible, pretending to be struggling with my backpack. From the corner of my eyes, I could see both men alternating between staring at my tits and trying to force themselves to look away. Men are weak!
Later on, during the flight, when they both had their seat reclined to the max while mine was in its upright position, I placed my iPad on my knees and bowed forward to continue reading my Kindle book. Once again, I could feel their eyes caressing my breasts and mentally pinching my nipples.
When men are incapable of resisting the urge to watch what I want to show them, I feel such a sense of power and control. At that moment, I bet I could have had these men kiss my feet if I had asked.
They both kept their seat in the reclined position, and I kept mine upright, giving them a good view of the side of my body for the entire duration of the flight. I alternated between angling forward to please them and resting on the backrest to give their eyes a break.
I was lucky on that trip to be sitting between two men who were not afraid to look at what they wanted to see. It made the flight seem so much shorter! When playing these games, I’ve rarely met a man who wouldn’t look, but unfortunately, it happens.
I spotted the older gentleman at the baggage claim and went by his side to wait for my luggage.
I said something like, “Hi!”. I need to think of a better line for next time!
He simply nodded in return, but his smile gave him away. He was pleased to see me again — or see my body, I guess! I rewarded him by leaning forward and pretending to be fixing my high heel shoes for a while.
Conversations are recalled from memory. They may not be 100% accurate, but the gist of it is in there.“Are you going downtown?” I asked. I just guessed it based on the business suit.
He nodded in agreement.
“We could share a car!”
“Sure,” he replied. He could talk, after all! It was my turn to smile. I wasn’t even going downtown. I was going to my parent’s place, but I didn’t want the fun to end already. The real show was about to start!
I followed him to the line for black cars. I guess money was not an issue for him. He let me get in line in front of him. What a gentleman, right? Maybe! I think he wanted to glimpse at me continuously. I kept my body perpendicular to him as if wanting to chat, and I regularly angled myself forward, putting some weight on the handle of my suitcase. That posture gave his eyes full access to my right boob and nipple. He never seemed tired of seeing that part of my body, and I never got tired of controlling his eyes!
“Like what you see?” I asked.
He frowned and looked into my eyes for once. Words were not his thing!
“My boobs!”
He looked down, up, left, and right while blushing. I told him it was “OK” and that I liked them too! Realizing I wasn’t criticizing him, he calmed down.
“No tan lines!” he observed.
“Maybe somewhere else,” I smirked.
After we had left the airport perimeter on our way downtown, I put a hand on the driver’s shoulder.
“I need to change clothes for my meeting, and I’m running late. Do you guys mind?”
“Not at all, ma’am,” the driver replied. I’m not sure he fully understood the question. My traveling companion simply shrugged. Talking was not his strong suit, for sure!
It was party time for me!
I yanked my tank top over my head, fully exposing my breasts. That first moment when I get naked in front of strangers invariably makes my heart skip a beat. I always think that one day, I will meet a guy objecting to what I am doing. But so far, I had been lucky, and my luck continued on that day. Neither of them objected.
I proceeded to slowly remove my shorts, and once they were on my ankles, I curled forward to untie and take off my high heel shoes, giving these two men time to look. The funny thing is that the driver did not initially adjust the mirror. Instead, he moved around on his seat, trying to find an angle that would place my naked body in his mirror. Eventually, he gave in and adjusted the mirror. That gave me the shivers. I love it when my plan works!
From the backpack I was traveling with, I took a black dress out, then folded my tank top, shorts, and panties to put them in. I also took out red lipstick.
These two men appreciated the show. I could feel it, and I could see it in their eyes, so I pushed it further. “Seize the day!” I told myself.
“Can I use your mirror?” I asked the driver, but I didn’t wait for an answer. I extended myself between the two front seats to reach the mirror on the sun visor of the front passenger seat and slowly applied lipstick. Very, very slowly! I had these two men exactly where I wanted them.
The driver kept his eyes on the road the best he could while regularly glancing at my hanging boobs. Meanwhile, the older gentleman in the back seat had my ass cheeks, butthole, and pussy almost in his face. What a high!
“You were right!” I heard him say in the back seat. “Tan lines!”
That gave me so much pleasure. He was studying my body!
Eventually, I couldn’t pretend to be using lipstick anymore and had to retreat to the back seat to put on the black dress. It was a light sundress, and I think it turned the old gentleman on more than anything else before because he knew I was naked under it!
I’m glad he didn’t ask for my phone number or where I was staying. I think he understood I wanted to entertain him, not hook up. But I couldn’t help but wonder if he masturbated thinking of me in his hotel room that night.
So far, every time I’ve exposed part or all of my body to strangers, I’ve never had a man complain about it. Should I expect it to happen eventually? I’m curious because it’s in the back of my head every time I take off my clothes, expose my side boobs, or wear a transparent white dress in the rain. I always expect somebody to call me a slut or worse. Have I just been lucky? Guys… Please tell me what I should expect in the comment section below. I love you!
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