(If you like a real-life story, well, this is one of them. Enjoy :))

Growing up gets better as I learn more about people and I’ve noticed that, when puberty came, boys do like to look at me. I guess, because I always smile back at them. As my tiny tits began to grow, I learned to unbutton my blouses a little, and I wear skirts at least 6” or so above my knees. Does what I do have a name? My girlfriend showed me “exhibitionism” in her dictionary and I said, “Yep, that’s me.” It’s always seemed like a fun game to me.

At first, it was the boys my age that kinda turned me on but, lately, older men turn me on even more. And this brings me to my little story.

Mom took me to this large Thrift Shop because she wanted to get some “new” things so I asked to go and, as we browsed through the store, I saw this older man looking at me no matter what aisle I went into. I told Mom I wanted to do some looking around to and she said, “Go ahead honey, I want to take my time so try on whatever you like.” I said ok, smiled and started to wander.

Sure enough, the man (in his 50’s I figured) kept his distance, but when I gave him a little look, he’d smile. I secretly unbuttoned the third button of my blouse and I felt a little sexy just doing it! By now, I had picked three blouses and two pairs of shorts and decided to head for a dressing booth that was way in the back of the store. Sure enough, the man slowly edged his way to that part of the store.

I went inside one booth, locked the door, hung my blouses on the hook, slowly unbuttoned my blouse, looked in the mirror, and decided to even unhook my skirt and hung it over the back of the lone chair. I smiled as I ran my hands over my smooth, slim body and then.....

(“Oh my God!” I thought). I saw about a four-inch hole in the wall opposite me! (“Someone can see me from the next booth”, I thought). For a moment, I was scared. I mean, here I was, in just my flimsy bra and sheer panties. Feeling both racy and scared, I decided to take a peek in the hole to be sure I was alone. But, there “he” was....the man in the store!

I quickly stepped back and didn’t really know what to do. Leaving entered my mind. But, then I thought....“I’ll watch the hole and see if he looks at me.” Meantime, I tried on my first blouse, turning in the mirror, all the time watching the hole. And, sure enough, he WAS looking!.....(cont)