I had fantasies about that. Like in one, I smile and I go put my book away and I brush by him on my way out and he follows me like a puppy dog which makes me feel like I have all of the power. And we go to a motel or something and I sit in a chair and he gets down and I do it in private. Just spread my legs wide and he sees it all and doesn’t have to worry about being noticed. Sometimes my fantasies are that he licks me to insane orgasms and sometimes I blow him just to make things even. I wouldn’t of fucked him because back then, I wasn’t fucking yet. When I got older, I sometimes imagined fucking.
Getting checked out in general turns me on, like just walking in a mall or the street or where ever. Some are like tingling-checkouts and some are a little more. I don’t get why some girls get all up in hate and tell guys off. That sucks limes. I like a guy looking and staring and I realllllly like it if they nod or show they liked it. Not to actually fuck me so much but just they are all hot from what they see.
Way back then, I flashed men on the internet too. My parents did stuff to my laptop to keep me from adult websites and to keep the cam from working. Duh. Im not an idiot. I knew how to undo all of that and I did. They all thought they had my internet under control. They never had ME under control. So yeah, I chatted a lot. I went into teen chat rooms and said I was 13 or 14 because they kicked me out if I didn’t say that.
If you chatted in teen rooms then you KNOW that teen chat rooms aren’t just teens. There’s a lot of college guys and a lot of older guys and older-older guys and married guys. All kinds. I chatted in that room for a lonnnnnng time and I suspect that more then half of the guys there were older than teens. Some chat like theyre teenage boys but if you chat with them a while they admit theyre older.
I cammed a lot of them too. I mean they didnt know me or where I was at so if I couldn’t go out, then why not play online? My only problem was when I cammed my face and some would be all, “You’re not 14!” and would click me off. But more of them stayed.
I liked that I could play my flashing game a lot more openly. Sometimes I did stripteases or showed my pussy and if I really liked a guy, I masturbated. I dont get why guys like watching that but there’s a lot-lot that do. And sooooo many of them wanted to jerk off up close to the camera so it was like right in my face. I saw more grown men get off before I was in high school then my mama saw in her whole life time.
Some were booby men and I always have been a bit small on top but still, booby men like looking at boobs even if they arent gihugic. I wasnt flat so a few liked my boobs enough to jack off to them but there were a lot more were liked looking up my skirt when I told them I liked that. And I loved that I could just do it without other people around who could cause trouble.
Some were ass freaks and I think I have a nice ass. I could probably get into some of that but not really anal sex. I’ve had my ass kissed a few times and I feel a sense of sexiness or power but I can’t really explain it. I thought back then it might have been even more sexy or a power thing if an older guy kissed my ass.
I didn’t have Ballentine as a teacher again, but the next school year I had another one who looked like a prospect. He was late 30’s or so and he didn’t seem very sure of himself or maybe he was shy, but I figured he wouldnt be the type to cause problems if I did an “accidental” flash.
Anyway, I watched him for quite a while. I noticed he checked out us girls even tho he was sneaky and it was hard to tell he was doing it. He did it really fast but I finally picked up on it that he was doing it. That’s when I figured he was the one I should flash. Besides, he probably wasnt getting any at home.
Then, I started thinking how I would do it and what I would wear etc. I didn’t sit in the center row like I did at Ballentine’s. I was off to the left a couple of rows so that wasn’t ideal. But I was in the second row back so that would work.
I figured on doing it on a friday—end of the week. Maybe he would wank all weekend thinking about me. I would LOVE to have known that he did.
Cherry didn’t get why I was into it so much but she talked with me about it anyway. Since I was going to wear a black flare skirt then it was her idea I should wear white panties because of the contrast and she said guys like white panties.
I think the teacher’s name was Floman but I might have his name mixed up with someone else. I mean its been a long time. Anyway, he was sitting at his desk and we were suppose to be reading some social studies stuff he handed out. I waited til class was about 20 minutes from being over. Then, I acted like I was tired of sitting straight up, like I needed to change my position because my back was stiff.
So, I turned to my right a little so that my legs were more pointed at him and after a while I let my right leg go out a little. I had my head down like I was reading but I could still see him with my peripheral vision.
Bingo.
It was like five seconds after I let my knee move that he glanced and his eyes were right there. Right up my skirt. I had to keep from giggling because he looked flustered right off. So funny because he looked right up between my legs and then away and then he squirmed.
I stayed right where I was like I was oblivious to everything. I kept my head down but I let my right leg go a little more out of position and then a little more and it all worked like a charm because before class ended, he must of looked right up between my legs a dozen times. I was feeling a little moist by the time class was over.
After that, I didn’t do it every time I wore a skirt in his class because that would be too obvious but I did it quite a few times. Some times I waited until he was starting to look my way and then I would quick peak like just crossing my legs but not really flashing. One time I did it but I looked right at him so he couldn’t look up my skirt. That felt so devilish. But that was just one time.
There are other flasher times I could write about but this is a start. Anyway, I’m not just a flasher girl. I’ve done lots of other things and I’m thinking about writing about some of them.
Like some of the blow4blow meaning sucking to get weed or maybe two college guys I fucked with a lot when I was in high school. Or maybe about this counterculture festival that me and Cherry went to when we were in high school. We fucked to get tickets and rides and we there was a lot of sex at the festival. It was fun because the festival was felt like freeeeedom. Loose & easy. Naked people and fucking and sucking and weed. Good place for blow4blow and come back with a couple of nice bags.
So I mean, my whole life isn’t flashing. That’s just what I wanted to tell about this time. I’m not a writer but I hope I did this one turned out good enough.
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