"My Exhibitionist Awakening!"Lily

Hello,

Hello lovely denizens of the internet!

My name is Lily and this is my first post for this site.

I have fallen in love reading your dares and stories, the heartfelt connections being made exploring the exhibitionism kink and (sometimes reluctant) nudity of daring women.

I have dared myself to go out in front of this audience and tell my story of exhibitionist awakening.

A few years ago when I was a fresh faced 18 year old first year uni student, a friend of mine hosted a birthday party at a local water park. I wore a conservative but cute blue 2 piece suit with side ties on my bottoms and a tube top style top without neck strap because I'm a 34 A cup and didn't need the support for my perky things at 18 (or 21 now for that matter).

The party was a blast a dozen or so friends from uni and assorted boyfriends and buddies.

A couple hours into the 6ish hour party we all decide to hit the big one the massive 4 story tall curvy twisty dropping fun slide built for the thrill seekers in the group. Of which I am not one in general at least not in that way and not yet.

As such I was one of the last of our crew to go and had to syke myself up quite a bit.

I get into the donut shaped individual tube and to my dismay the attendant spins me before shoving me down into the tunnel. Going backwards and around and up corners at weird angles, I passed under a sheet of falling water which shoved by top down into more of a belt. As I removed my hands from the handles of the tube to fix it...wasn't long before I lost balance of the tube in one of the next turns and rolled off into the flow of water itself. Heading face first down the slide my side tie bottoms stood no chance of staying on long term as I felt then loosen and shift I tried in vain to reach down and grab them as I felt then woosh off my body completely blasted off by the slower moving water compared to my slide.

A moment later I am crashing into the landing zone pool in front of a half dozen friends a dozen entourage of friends once removed. And a few assorted strangers waiting on a tube before their trek up the slides waiting line steps.

In a blur of movement I land with a splash my bottoms completely off my body my top a glorified belt useless for protecting my formerly private parts that are now getting the full mid-afternoon Australian sun and the attention of 2-3 dozen or so people.

I tread water and come up gasping as a lifeguard throws me a towel and directs me to stand on the side of the waiting line as they retrieve my bottoms that came out 10 seconds or so after I did.

I awkwardly held my bottoms and the towel closed with one hand and the bottom of the towel with the other as I crossed the park and entered the locker room where I redressed in privacy.

The boys would not stop talking and and teasing me and the few members of our crew who missed it for the rest of the day.

Luckily for my dignity it was a water park so no phones to get snap shots that would be out of my control.

But the memory of the incident replayed in my brain for weeks. Mortifying and embarrassing, intense, and fun? Exhilarating? Affirming? There was something positive there as well. I enjoyed the looks of lust from my classmates. The teasing about my body wasn't that I was some tit-less fall flower bandy. It was how cute my butt was coming down the final stretch, and if I'd ever show them again. The largely first year university students talking about how it was a real party now and a story to tell for years. How I had made their whole day.

I started masturbating to the memory within days, fantasizing about the attendant not having a towel ready and being left naked in view longer. What if the last girl had lost her top and had her towel already? Going on 3 years later now it's still a frequent stop in my quest for a good climax.

Thinking of my friends male and female looking at everything, the girls had seen me change at the gym and at park for that matter, but this was somehow different, of the boys openly lustful gazes and suddenly x-ray vision like ability to imagine what was under my bikini the rest of the day.

In short I realized I am an exhibitionist. This has lead me down an amazing journey of kink and self acceptance and confident exploration. I love my body more than I ever have before. My tits aren't too small their perfect and perky and right for me. My exterior labia that betray my arousal so quickly aren't a source of shame they're a plaything for me and my partners.

My obsession with that overwhelming intense feeling of exposure has led to some really fun play online and in my family homes backyard. Pushing myself further and further robes discarded and orgasms had in late night outings.

I'm Lily, The 21 year old Aussie show off. I'm not a deviant or even that overly interested in hooking up with anyone. I've had 3 male and 2 female partners (no shame in higher numbers but also no shame in my low scores). I'm a good person with some amazing sexual kinks and a fetish for being seen.

That transformation all started when a silly shy little 18 year old first year uni student prioritized fashion over practicality and ended up functionally naked for a few glorious but brief seconds.

As I said earlier no cameras were present as far as I know when I gave my first (unintentional) show.

But those yard games have expanded over the years to nude hikes in the forest paths surrounding my city. And that is what I present to you today with the promise if this post goes well to tell you all about them next time. Including being caught ;)

I'd love to hear what you think of my body feel free to message me (below) and if you'd rather just look know that your attention is bringing me literal orgasmic levels of joy.

You're favorite Australian redhead.