I Am Curious (Naked) - Confessions of an Exhibitionist Wife

by Valerie Grey

  I Am Curious (Naked)

  Confessions of an Exhibitionist Wife

  by

  Valerie Grey

  Published by:

  Black Top Hat Editions

  Smashwords Edition

  2012

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  Copyright © 2012 by Valerie Grey

  All rights reserved.

  Valerie Grey asserts her rights as sole author of this work.

  Cover photo by Apache Pix Stock. Used by permission.

  Originally published in paperback by Ophelia Press, 2011. This edition has been slightly revised.

  Chapter One

  When I was in high school, my friends told me I had a cute face. Unfortunately, I was also short and skinny with a flat chest. I looked like a little kid. Because of my underdeveloped body, I had very little to no self-confidence. I never wanted a boy to see any part of my body, so I wasn’t asked out on many dates.

  After graduation, I met an older man that showed me a lot of attention. Mike was good-looking and fairly wealthy. I liked the attention, so I married him rather quickly. Now, all he does is work and travel, leaving me at home alone. He’s a salesman in a very competitive field, so he’s on the road most of the time. When Mike finally does come home, he’s usually too tired to spend any time with me. He’s thirty-five years old, but he acts like he’s fifty.

  Since I have a lot of free time, I joined a gym and began working out on a regular basis. I filled out in all the right places and I finally had a killer body to go with my cute face. I’m just over five feet three inches tall with medium sized, natural breasts—they may not be huge, but they look great with my petite, muscular figure. I’m twenty-one years old, but most of the guys at the gym think I’m a teenager because of my small features. I guess it adds to their fantasy of being with a really young girl.

  My new look has really helped my self-confidence. Now I have a body that I’m proud of, but I’m married to a man that’s never home. I would never cheat on Mike, but I’d love for a man to see my body and say that he finds me attractive. I’m too young to sit around the house all day and watch TV, but how can a man see my body without having an affair? I finally concluded that Mike was the only man who had ever seen me without my clothes on and I figured that would ever change. Besides, I didn’t think I’d have the nerve to show off my body to another man.

  That all changed a short time later. Purely by accident, I found a way to expose my body without having an affair. It happened so fast that I didn’t have time to worry about getting up the nerve to show off. I’d just stepped out of the shower and was drying my hair when I looked through the window and saw the mailman getting into his truck. I was expecting an important letter, so I wanted to rush down and check the mail right away.

  I couldn’t find my robe and I wasn’t ready to get dressed yet, so I looked in the mirror at my naked body and tried to decide what to throw on. After thinking about it for a minute, I determined that everyone in the building had already left for work or they were still sleeping. I decided to just wrap a towel around myself and then I headed out the door of my second floor condo. I didn’t know the mailman had returned to the mailboxes at the bottom of the steps. I thought he had left, but I guess he climbed back out of his truck while I was getting my towel.

  I was at the top of the staircase when I finally noticed that he was there. He’d just dropped a letter and was bending down to pick it up. From his position, he could see right up my towel! He had an unobstructed view of my neatly trimmed brunette bush. I became flushed with embarrassment and I should have run back into the condo, but for some reason, I just continued walking down the stairs.

  My towel was very small and barely covered me. When I took a step, the towel would separate on my side all the way up past my hip. In back, the towel was so short that I could feel the bottom of my butt cheeks peeking out. I made no attempt to hold the towel in position, so I knew that the mailman could see every inch of my exposed pussy.

  I reached the bottom of the steps and said hello and leaned over to get the mail out of my mailbox. My mailbox is in the lowest row and when I bent over, I could feel the towel ride up exposing most of my bare buns to the mailman. As I fumbled with my key to unlock the box, most of my bare butt cheeks were hanging out right in front of the man.

  I removed the mail from the box and accidentally dropped a letter. This made me a little nervous because I knew the mailman was going to get an even better view of my firm little ass when I bent over to pick the letter up. I decided to just go for it and bent down without even bending my knees. Now my entire butt was on display for the man, but I took my time picking it up as if I didn’t even know what was going on.

  I said goodbye and began walking up the steps. The mailman was waiting at the bottom hoping to get another glimpse of my bare buns. I was almost at the top of the staircase when suddenly, a strong breeze kicked up out of nowhere. It lifted my towel up past my waist and again, the mailman had an unobstructed view of my naked ass. I was so worried about my exposed butt cheeks, I did realize that the wind had pulled my towel apart. My hands were full with mail, so I wasn’t able to catch the towel. It dropped from my naked body and tumbled down the steps right at the feet of the mailman.

  I stood there for a moment not knowing what to do next. I was mortified because I had no means of hiding my nudity. I’m sure the man was staring at my bare ass. Finally, I just turned around and began walking down the stairs. With each step, my boobs bounced and the cool breeze made my puffy pink nipples stand out at attention. He picked up my towel, but with my tits and pussy on display, I’m sure he really didn’t want to give it to me.

  I said thanks as I took the towel from him, then I turned around and proceeded back up the steps. The mailman was delighted when I draped the towel over my arm instead of wrapping it around me. I slowly walked up the steps and pretended to look through the mail. I took unusually wide steps allowing the mailman to look right up between my legs at my fully exposed beaver. When I got to the top of the steps, I waved goodbye to the man.

  He said loudly: “You have a beautiful body!”

  I realized that I’d gotten the attention I was looking for and I now knew how to get it. By accidentally flashing, no one can accuse me of coming on to them and it can’t be considered cheating because I’m not having sex with the guy.

  I ran back into the condo and began dreaming up new ways to show off.

  Chapter Two

  Once again my husband went on one of his extended business trips and left me at home alone to fend for myself. I was feeling a little lonely until I began to reminisce about the time I accidentally flashed the mailman. It made me feel really good knowing someone appreciated seeing me naked. I wanted to experience that wonderful feeling of exhibitionism again, but my shyness prevented me from acting on it.

  It was almost noon and there wasn’t any food in the house, so I figured it was time to make a trip to the grocery store. I took a shower, then stood in front of the mirror trying to decide what to wear. I’m a brunette, just over five feet tall with medium sized, natural breasts. My breasts may not be huge, but they look great with my petite, muscular figure. I’m twenty-one years old, I’ve been told that I look like a teenager because of my small
features.

  After facing the realization that I was too shy to ever expose myself in public again, I decided to just try being a little daring and go out wearing some revealing clothes. Maybe that would generate enough attention to make me feel good about myself.

  I slipped into a skimpy pair of white see-through panties, but decided to live dangerously and go without a bra. Next I put on a little white cotton sundress with a low neckline and five buttons down the front. Without a bra, the shadows of my perky pink nipples were visible through the clingy cotton material. The dress had a collar and short sleeves, but when I bent over in front of the mirror, I had a clear view right down the front of it. My boobies were going to be on display for everyone to see if I bent over in public.

  I began to have second thoughts about wearing such a revealing outfit in public, so I started looking for a bra and a more conservative dress. Then the memories of my husband ignoring me and leaving me at home alone re-entered my mind. I decided that I needed a little excitement, so I continued buttoning the little white dress while trying to forget about the possibility of accidentally baring my breasts in public.

  There was a reason why I hadn’t worn this dress in such a long time, but I couldn’t remember why. I thought it was because I was too shy to wear such a super short dress in the presence of men. The dress barely covered my butt! However, I would discover much too late that the short hem wasn’t the reason I quit wearing it.

  Later that day, I would be reminded that the real reason I quit wearing the dress was because the buttons weren’t attached properly. The dress was a little tight and the last time I wore it, all of the buttons were threatening to pop off. I that guess today when I put the dress on, I was so busy looking at my breasts in the mirror that I failed to pay attention to the condition of the buttons.

  My husband had the car, so I was forced to ride the bus to get to the grocery store. A man stood behind me as I climbed up the steps to board the bus. As I opened my coin purse, I dropped some coins. As I bent over to pick up the coins, the hem of my dress rose up behind me. The man on the sidewalk below was able to look right up my short dress! My firm little butt must have looked practically naked to the man because he could see right through the skimpy sheer panties I was wearing.

  I was so busy worrying about the man below that I failed to notice the bus driver. He was admiring my bare boobs as he peered down the gaping neckline of the dress. One of my hands was holding my coin purse while the other was picking up the coins. All I could do was let the bus drive gaze at my uncovered breasts and exposed nipples because I didn’t have a free hand to hold my dress in place. Finally, I retrieved my coins, handed my fare to the smiling bus driver and began looking for a seat in the crowded bus.

  There were no seats available, so a nice young man offered me his seat and assumed a position standing over me. I noticed a cut on the seat and I didn’t want the exposed spring to damage my dress, so I lifted the hem of my dress as I sat down. I could feel the cold metal of the spring rubbing against my underwear as the bus drove down the street.

  The young man kept trying to look down my dress as my boobies bounced in rhythm with the motion of the bus. I don’t know what came over me, but I leaned forward a little to give the guy a better view of my bra-less breasts. I wasn’t sure if he could actually see my puffy pink nipples, but he was sure trying. Finally the young man spoke to me with a nervous stammer.

  He said, “It sure is warn on this bus.”

  I agreed with him. The soft stutter in the young man’s voice let me know that my revealing dress was getting him all flustered. I decided to tease him a little.

  I said, “If I could just open the top button of this dress, I would feel much more comfortable, but someone might try to look down my top.”

  The young man replied, “I’ll stay right here and block their view. You can count on me!”

  I looked down and said, “Oh my, I forgot to wear a bra. If I open a button, you might be able to see my tits. I would be so embarrassed if that happed.”

  He said, “I promise not to look.”

  I opened the top button of the dress.

  The young man’s eyes were like saucers. He watched intensely as I slowly opened the top button of the dress. I must have pulled too hard and the little thread holding the button on snapped. The button fell off and I didn’t see where it went. Now the highest button holding the dress together was located a couple of inches below my breasts. If I leaned over even the slightest bit, the guy would be able to see everything, and he knew it.

  I said, “Whoops, that was a mistake…”

  The young man chuckled. Now I was sure that if I leaned forward even the slightest bit, my breasts would be completely exposed for the young man to see. I leaned forward a few times pretending to look for the button, each time giving him a clear view of my boobies. Finally I gave up the search and sat back in my seat, but the young man never quit staring at the low neckline of my dress. The anticipation of me leaning over again was killing him.

  There was another man sitting across from me. He was slouching down in his seat. I looked down and noticed that the hem of my dress had ridden well up my creamy thighs. When I hiked up my dress in back to avoid sitting on the hole in the seat, the front of the dress must have come up with it. The hem of my dress only needed to slide up about another half of an inch and my little undies would have been showing.

  I turned sideways in my seat, pretending to look out the window and when I did, I spread my legs apart enough to give the man a view of my skimpy see-through panties. Unfortunately, my dress did not spread apart with my legs and the bottom button of the dress popped off and rolled across the floor of the bus. I quickly put my legs together and pulled my dress down, but not before the man got a good look at my little white panties. The fabric of the panties was so thin that he was probably able to see my neatly trimmed brunette bush peeking out from underneath.

  My face was turning red with embarrassment as a few other men noticed my predicament. When I entered the bus, my dress had five buttons. Now it only had three! The bus was approaching my stop and I was relieved knowing that my humiliation would soon be over. However, the worst was yet to come. As I stood up to get off the bus, my panties somehow got caught on that loose spring in the seat. My underwear was yanked halfway down my thighs.

  I had to turn around and bend over to free my panties from the spring, causing the short hem of my skirt to rise halfway up my bare ass! Everyone was looking at my tan little buns peeking out from under my dress, except the young man standing above me. My bent over position offered him a clear view down the top of my dress. He could now see every inch of my firm round breasts and pretty pink nipples.

  In haste I quickly pulled my undies free from the spring causing a large rip right through the waistband. I pulled them up, flashing a little of my pussy in the process, then made my way off the bus. With the tear in the waistband, my panties wanted to slide right down my legs, but there was no time to worry about it now. I had to get away from the bus.

  I could see several pair of eyes from the windows as the bus pulled away. I had a hand covering each breast so they couldn’t look down my top, but there was nothing holding down the hem of my short dress. Just as my panties slid down to the middle of my thighs, a gust of wind from the departing bus caught the bottom of my dress. With the missing bottom button, my dress was lifted up to my waist. My firm butt and hairy triangle were exposed for everyone on the bus to see!

  I was so humiliated that I grabbed my torn panties and ripped them from my body. This was a big mistake because I also grabbed the bottom of my dress and accidentally pulled off another button. The only remaining buttons were the one a couple of inches below my breasts and the one right at my belly button. Since I was now completely naked under the dress, I was going to have to be very careful. If I didn’t hold my dress together, my pussy was going to be completely uncovered.

  When I entered the grocery store, the air conditioner imm
ediately made my nipples poke out of the clingy cotton dress. I walked behind a cart, but many men took notice of my attire. A guy about eighteen years old was squatted down and putting cereal on the bottom shelf. The brand I wanted was on the top shelf. I was hoping that my dress would stay together as I reached up above him. Unfortunately, the bottom of the dress separated wide and my naked pussy was staring the guy right in the face.

  It made me really nervous knowing that the guy had an unobstructed view of my private area. I decided to relax and pretend not to notice the guy’s view of my neatly trimmed brunette bush. I even acted like I was reading the contents of the box while I stood above him. After allowing him a nice long look at my hairy triangle, I put the cereal in the cart and continued shopping.

  I had to get some milk. The skim milk was on the bottom shelf. There was no one around, so I opened the cooler. The blast of cool air made my little pink nipples rock hard under the thin cotton dress. As I squatted down, my dress fell apart and ended up on each side of my legs. With my knees apart in the squatted position, my beaver was right out in the open.

  A man walked up behind me and reached for the vitamin D milk located on the shelf above me. When the man saw all of my exposed flesh, he pretended to look at the expiration date on the label. I was frozen in the vulnerable position. I don’t know if he was gazing at my pink nipples or admiring my pussy lips. Either way, he was getting a great show because I was too paralyzed to move. After standing there for the longest time, the man’s wife grabbed him by the ear and led him away. She gave me a dagger of a dirty look in the process.

  I needed some eggs and the eggs were right across from a magazine rack where three eighteen-year-olds boys were standing. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to hide my nakedness from the boys, so I just let go of my dress and hoped for the best. I was bent over for the longest time checking each carton for the best eggs. I kept my knees straight when I bent over and I could feel the short hem of my dress riding way up on my bare butt. I could feel that almost my entire ass was on display for the boys. I really enjoyed showing off for the boys.