Randunemoonman's blog post - An Exhibitionist is born...

When I was in my mid 20's I had this older woman in my life. It started out as platonic but grew some from there. She knew a lot about things that I had not learned yet. She could read me like a book most times. She used to be a Dancer, and was proud of it. She was so easy to talk to and was more than a lot of fun. There was this comfort around her along with an open, unashamed style that was kind of new to me. She shared stories of her past and her outlook on sex in a happy life. She was cock crazy and thought that just about everyone she'd touched or seen was beautiful. She wasn't a size Queen, but always carried a small tape measure on her key ring. She was Fun, Funny, and Amazing. When she knew things were getting close between us, she made it easy to start with High School like adventures. I shared my interest and fantasies with her. Nobody knew me better than she did. I learned that the Excitement of love and sex is in the trust. And when it is there you can feel it some how.
She was a firm believer in if a guy is going to think about a gal and jack-off about her that the gal deserves to know that the guy complimented her that way. One day she brought over a old flyer of her promoting her and the Strip Joint she was working at at that time. I admire that so much you dancing. I asked to keep it for awhile so I could look at her and jack-off to the picture. Man, she looked good and above sexy with that smile of hers. She said do it now so I can see just how much you get excited and cum because of me. A thrill went through me and I began to shake a little. I could feel that this was going to happen. It's okay to be nervous, no reason to be shy or ashamed. I wasn't wearing much anyway, just a T-shirt and some cutoff Levi's. Her smile grew as I said you don't have to ask me twice as I got to my feet. Off went the shirt and as I started to unbutton my 501's, she reached for her key chain. Each button eased my confinement pressure as she watched without blinking. The last button let me come springing out into her view as my shorts fell to my ankles. A gasp and a growing smile she greeted me with and I said Finally! This was a place for a moment, a finish to a dream. The intense feeling of being naked never felt so strong before. Her gaze was so powerful and focused on my cock. She wasn't embarrassed to stare at it. I set back down and she went to work with her cute little tape. Her touch and that cold metal tape fired me up. After she was done she spoke not bad, not bad at all! She put her keys down and handed me the Flyer with her white teeth behind those red lips smiling so big. My balls were a tight round bag, making my shaft point straight up as I grabbed it and showed her how I jacked-off fully naked in front of her. She said she knew I wouldn't be a macho man and not do it for her. I don't think I ever felt more like a man than I did at that time. I looked at the flyer as I pumped my cock slower than my wishes wanted me to. I said if I was there when you finished your set I would have hopped up on stage and planted a French Kiss on your ass hole and handed you a C-note as you would flag off the bouncers. She moaned with pleasure to my statement. I said I bet your ass could clamp down on my tongue and hold me there, huh? Oh, yeah, she said. With every 4 or 5 strokes I would feel more naked, more nude, more exposed The growing feeling was more than addicting. I expressed to her how sexy her high heels looked on her bare body, her pussy hair, her big boobs, her face, her hair. But most of all her ass. I would eat that ass everyday as much as possible as my mouth watered I said openly. I love Dirty Talk she said. I learned right then, so do I. I never seen her eyes so big, never seen her so happy. Probably only a minute or two had passed since I started my stroke show, but I was pumping fast now. You could have pulled a gun on me and told me to stop, and I would have said go ahead and shoot. I set the flyer down, and looked at her as she stared at me fueling the ever increasing feeling of being naked in front of her. A blessed exposure that drives me to finish, even though I didn't want this to ever end, I lost all control. She leaned in closer to me and I swear I started floating in mid air. The first few shots went up high over my head and hit the window curtain behind me. What a incredible naked feeling. Nothing to compare it to. The Tarzan yell flowing out of me covered up every noise she was making and saying. There had to have been 10 to 12 pulses Cuming out of me, about double my normal squirt. I never imagined a Big "O" could be like this. The event has been burned into my brain. I didn't feel embarrassed at all, and was ready to jack-off again. Unbelievable! She got up and said softly, "WOW!" , and went and found a towel. All she could say was WOW, over and over again as she wiped up the biggest mess I ever made. I said, behold...an exhibitionist has just been born! I love you for doing that as she said I love you for doing that for me....you made my day, my week, my forever. She got up to go get ready for work, she said, but keep track of how many times you jack-off about this. I promise I said. I had not moved since the squirt and she stopped at my door looking a me very bubbly like. You grew my ego more than ever Mister, Thank You. I said, no, no, Thank you, I've never felt this good before. Both of us smiling big, I stared at her staring at my cock, as she slowly left. I picked up the flyer and noticed two small wet drops. One of them right on her ass. A sign from above.