The evolution of an exhibitionist

Hello, my name is Rachel Yates. I am twenty seven years old, I have long brown hair, pale green eyes, pale skin that I struggle to tan and I stand at five feet and seven inches tall. I'm also conscious enough of my fitness that I struggle to put on too much weight, but it did lead to me being near the top of my class at marathon running and I'm also very skilled at orienteering.

I'm Also An Exhibitionist.

In fact as I dictate this information I'm fully nude on a balcony in Bristol, the sun is shining and I can even see people going about their day. Some can see me, most do not. I always wonder in the back of my mind how long I can go before someone complains, but surprisingly nobody does.

Maybe it's the barrier of interaction, I'm up here, they're down there, that sort of thing.

Anyway, the important thing is I enjoy being naked. I love the implied risks, the breaking of the clothing taboo, I love the thrill of exposing myself for hours at a time.

Perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself. I started somewhere.

I remember it clearly, back when I was nineteen I lived with my parents. They were nice people, they showed good faith in people but weren't naïve, the kind of parents that manage to earn respect.

That's to say that these were good years, I was leaving sixth form and heading into college, I didn't have a job which meant I had a decent amount of free time on the evenings. I'd always stayed up late anyway, later than my parents did, from nine o'clock to seven thirty I essentially had the house to myself.

This is something I'd already been taking advantage of, even as early as sixteen I'd been openly watching porn in the living room. But again this part of the story is about what happened at nineteen.

I was sitting on the sofa, dad was in his chair. He wasn't especially old, but he liked his chair, even if it felt a little out of place aesthetically. To explain, we lived in a moderately modern house, plenty of wooden floors and white furniture, smooth countertops, this is in contrast to a lot of regular houses where I live.

"Okay, I'm heading off to bed" He said with a smile, groaning as he stood up, though I knew that was less from aches and more from a reluctance to leave his comfy spot "You don't stay up too late now" Dad chuckled.

I just smiled back and replied playfully "Don't worry so much"

"Just making sure you're getting enough sleep, you're an adult though Rachel" He said, patting the top of the sofa nearest to me as he left the room. I could hear him head upstairs and say hello to mom as a door closed behind him.

Now I had the house to myself, I could practically do anything. But even after a good couple of years of this I still felt nervous even going to get my laptop to watch something explicit, perhaps it was because it had been such a long time, me 'taking advantage' had ended up being me making a couple of token efforts at doing something I'd never get away with if my parents were downstairs.

I'd created a new normality.

Biting my lip I opted for the laptop. Rising from the sofa I crept towards the study, where I kept my laptop. I wasn't concerned with it being looked through, it was obvious enough from the stickers on the back that mom or dad wouldn't pick it up by accident either.

Going back to the living room I spared a glance to the hallway, then got to browsing.

A favourite theme of mine had been exhibitionism for a while, first I'd been seeing women masturbating in risky locations, then as I saw more and more I began specifically looking for videos with public themes. At a certain point a video featuring masturbation or even sex was kind of optional, I was getting off to women being in places that they shouldn't be.

Until this point it hadn't clicked with me that I could be like that, to me these women were confident goddesses, flaunting their bodies casually in public. It wasn't until I stumbled on a video that seemed more grounded. A woman in her back garden, it was at night, but she was naked.

It was filmed in an amateur way with a cheap camera, but those were the things that caused me to immediately think.

'What if I...'

Even when I dismissed the thought, it was too late. I'd asked myself the question, and I couldn't think of a counter answer. I sat there, watching the screen, the video having since ended. I was imagining myself.

Looking down at my shirt and pj bottoms, then back at the hallway again, I set my laptop on the sofa beside me...and did nothing for a solid ten minutes. My nerves were fried. I pictured mom or dad entering the room at any moment.

Then I forced the image of that woman into my head, she seemed nervous too, like me. But she was naked.

My hands went to the hem of my shirt, like tearing a band-aid off I moved quickly, pulling the fabric over my head. My bottoms soon joined them.

And there I was, sitting nude in my own living room...and I hadn't suddenly been smote by bad luck or fate. I was naked, I could feel my skin on the leather sofa, the air on my breasts. I felt giddy, almost lightheaded.

I stood up again, then looked around the room...before quickly realising the curtains were open. Rushing over as quietly as I could I closed them, hoping nobody had seen me. I wasn't ready for that yet. Notably with every step away from my clothes I'd taken, I felt almost in danger...a danger that excited me, but it also made me feel afraid that I couldn't get to them in time.

But I wanted to explore, I wanted to be like the women in the videos I watched, even on as small a scale as this. Cupping my breasts I looked to the hallway...