10 comments/ 31625 views/ 4 favorites Cindy's Awakening By: Graburn I'm not exactly sure how to start this story, or really, group of stories about my "hobby", but I'll give it a try anyway. It began three years ago, after I divorced my first husband, Dan. It took me a while to sort out how I felt about things, and I had to deal with moving to an apartment and getting the kids into a new school, and then getting back to work myself so I could support them. Relationships and sex were the furthest things from my mind then - actually they still are. The only time I've fucked anyone since is the one time with Richard, and that was only because I had to. That is a story in itself, but it isn't really the beginning. The first time in a long time that I remember feeling sexy was one day at work when I caught some kid trying to look down my shirt while I helped him at the computer. I work in a downtown branch of the public library as a research assistant, and that day I was helping find information on some old president. I was sitting at one of the terminals and the teenager I was helping was standing beside me as I did the search. It's an old system, and the screen is dark except for the words, and I could see his reflection, although he couldn't see mine because of the angle he was at. Anyway, he kept asking for new searches, and every time I started typing he would move a bit and look down. At first I thought he was watching my fingers on the keyboard, but I realized quickly that he was looking down my shirt. I knew he couldn't see anything, because my shirt was one of those light sweaters that fits pretty closely, and I was wearing a normal bra and everything, so I just sat up a bit straighter while we finished. This must have worked, because he lost interest in the search pretty quickly after I sat up! I kind of laughed as I stood up, and forgot about the whole thing for the rest of the day. It wasn't until that night that I thought about what had happened again. The kids were asleep, and I was starting to get undressed for bed myself when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was still wearing my bra and the pants I had worn to work, and I was bending over to pick something up when I saw my reflection. My breasts are a B cup, and my padded bra kept them far enough apart that there was no cleavage to speak of, even when I was bent over. I slipped my shirt on again, and spent a couple of minutes trying to figure out how I could see what he had seen earlier. Finally I used a hand mirror and the big mirror on my dresser and managed to get close to the look he had gotten earlier. If I moved just right, I could see far enough down my shirt to see about half of the cup on one side of my bra, but I knew he hadn't been able to see even that much. I laughed, finished getting changed into a big old T-shirt, and crawled into bed. I couldn't sleep. As I tossed and turned, I was really aware of my breasts moving under the shirt. B had always been a pretty good size for me - small enough to not get in the way, but big enough to jiggle around when I wanted them to, which wasn't very often in those days. Finally I sat up and turned on the lamp again. I pulled the T-shirt over my head, and put on a pair of sweats because I felt dumb sitting there completely naked. Then I looked at myself in the mirror again. As a teenager, I had always been most proud of my flat stomach, and boys had admired my breasts and nipples. As a 34 year old mother of two, even though I didn't exactly have abs of steel, my stomach had recovered enough that I had no rolls when I sat up straight, and the stretch marks from my pregnancies were nearly gone. My breasts were firm and when I looked from the side, my nipples still pointed slightly upwards. I was glad about this, because I had seen women my age at the gym with good figures but nipples that drooped from the bottom of their breasts, and I knew I didn't want that. That night, the cool air in the bedroom made my nipples stand up after the warmth of the bed. My erect nipples had always been something that the guys seemed to like, but they were a bit of a bit of a pain for me. In high school, as I began to develop, they would stick through my shirt and bra, and I would hear comments like "Sure must be cold in here" and "Look, high beams". I learned quickly to buy thicker shirts that didn't cling when I wore an undershirt or camisole, or thicker bras that would hide my nipples despite the discomfort of wearing chunks of foam on my chest. As I had gotten older, this problem had gotten worse - not only were my nipples very sensitive to cold or touch, but they were the size of the end of a small marker lid when they were hard and they never softened to much less than the size of a pencil eraser. They were a dark red, with areolas the size of a quarter that shrank to no bigger than a nickel when my nipples were fully erect. As I looked at myself in the mirror that night, I tried to put my finger on what had intrigued me about the unsuccessful peeper earlier in the day. As I said, the thought of sex didn't interest me, and I realized that the thing that had kept me awake was the idea that the kid had thought he was getting away with something that I didn't know about. As I sat there, I started to get warm at the thought, and I played gently with my left nipple, rolling it between my fingers until it was a hard as it would get, and then staring at it in the mirror. I opened my underwear drawer and inspected the assortment of bras and undershirts there. I remembered some lacy things that I had worn to turn Dan on when we were married, and I dug through the drawer until I found a white lace bra, which I hung on the back of the door. I wasn't sure if I'd have the nerve in the morning, but I was very aroused at the thought that I might. The next morning I woke up late, and was at work before I remembered my late night plan from the night before. I spent the day doing all of the normal things that need to be done at a library, but I kept my eye open for chances for the same thing as had happened the day before to happen again. I realized that the best time for someone to look down my shirt was when I was doing exactly what I had been doing the day before, because there was a good reason for someone to be standing right beside me as I worked on the computer, and I would be sitting still enough for them to get in the best position to see as much as they could - or as much as I let them! I promised myself that I'd wear something the next day that gave a bit more opportunity for someone to get a peek. The next morning I woke to the sound of my alarm earlier than usual. I had to have time to experiment a bit before getting the kids out of bed, so I hauled the lace bra into the bathroom along with my panties, a white shirt, a button up sweater, and a navy skirt. I hurried through the shower fast enough that there wasn't even any steam on the mirror when I got out, and dried myself off. The rough towel against my breasts made my nipples stand up as it always did, and I rubbed some lotion onto my nipples to keep them moisturized during the day. It took me a while to dry my hair, and I watched myself critically in the mirror as my breasts bounced with the movement of my arms. My vagina was still wet from the shower, and I dried my pussy hair, which is a bit darker than my blonde hair and quite thick. The towel rubbed my clitoris, which felt good, and I reached down and spread my lips with two fingers on my right hand, only to realize that I was wet enough to slide a finger inside without spreading anything. It was the first time in months that I had something inside my vagina. I knew I could have an orgasm if I worked at it, but I also know that if my day went as I hoped it would, I would be twice as hot that night, so I decided to make myself wait. I put on my panties and skirt, untangled the straps of the bra, and began putting it on. I always turn the cups around behind my back so I can see the clasp when I do it up, and then slide the bra around my body to get it facing the right way. I put my arms through the straps, bent forward so my breasts fell into the cups, and slid the straps over my shoulders. As I checked the effect in the mirror, I remembered that the lace on the right cup had a small tear from the washing machine, and saw my nipple poking right through the hole. It wasn't too different from the left side, though, because the fabric was thin enough that I could see the color and shape of my other my nipple clearly as well, and I decided it would do. As I started putting my arms into the shirt, I my breasts were moving as though I wasn't wearing a bra at all - what a difference from the padded ones I normally wore! I buttoned the shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone, and bent over again in front of the mirror. Inside my shirt I could see all of both lacy cups, my stomach below, and the top of my skirt where my shirt covered it. With a little shift I could see my nipple poking through the bra clearly. I stood up and saw that I would need to wear the sweater, because the shirt was sheer enough that I could easily see the pattern of the lace and the darkness of my nipples through it, although if I hunched my shoulders forward, it became a bit harder to make out what was underneath. I put the sweater on, went through my normal morning routine with the kids, got them to school, and headed to work, very aware of the swaying of my breasts as I walked. When I arrived at work, I realized I had a couple of problems. First, the sweater was heavy enough that it held my shirt close to my body, so in order to let someone see down my shirt, I would have to lean over so much that what I was doing would be obvious. Second, it was making my shirt rub my exposed nipple, and by the time I arrived it was getting tender enough that I tried to adjust myself so that the hole was beside my nipple rather than right on it. This worked for a minute or two, but every time I moved quickly or lifted something, my breast shifted inside the bra and it poked out again. I tried this a couple of times by sort of pushing my nipple sideways into my breast when it was soft, but every time I pushed it, it got hard and poked straight ahead again. The obvious solution was to take off the sweater, but I couldn't do this until I was at a computer with someone, because if I walked around without it, the other librarians couldn't help but notice the movement of my breasts or my nipples showing through the shirt. By noon I was going crazy, and I just wanted the day to be over! I spent my noon hour in the lunch room hunched over to keep my shirt away from my chest, and I decided that I had enough time to run across the street and buy a different bra to put myself out of my misery. As I left the lunchroom though, everything changed. There are always two research assistants during the day, and we stagger our lunch breaks so that someone is always available to help people. That day the other person on duty was Richard, a slightly built man of about 25 who I suspected was gay. When I left the lunchroom, he was busy with a group of people at the computers by the circulation desk, and I knew he'd be tied up until he went for lunch in 15 minutes. At the same time I saw a man standing by one of the computers near the reading area. He was two finger typing, and the look on his face said that he wasn't getting the information he needed. I decided that this was my chance, because I knew that there would be fewer staff around, and if I sat at one of the computers facing the desk, I could see anyone coming. I unbuttoned my sweater casually as I walked over, said a bright "Hi", and asked him if he needed any help. He said he was looking for books on a particular kind of math theory, and I told him that the computer he was using had been acting up all day. I took my sweater off, hung it on the back of the chair at the other computer, and sat down. He grabbed the other chair and sat facing my side so he could see both me and the computer screen. I asked some questions about his research topic, and began searching the database. He must not have noticed anything at first, because he chattered away about whatever project he was working on, and was obviously completely focused on this. He was on my right side, so I set the paper and pencil I was using to copy down call numbers on my left, using this as an excuse to reach across my body and write. As I did this, I held my body straight so my shirt pulled across my breast, and I held my arm up high enough that I knew he should be able to see the shape of my nipple underneath it. I was so nervous that my stomach was hurting and I had to press the pencil into the paper to keep my hands from shaking. At the same time, I could feel the warmth between my legs starting. As I was writing the third book down, his rambling stopped abruptly and I felt him go tense beside me. I knew that he must have noticed something to stop so suddenly, and I knew that I had to give him an excuse to stand and move around to my left if he was going to be able to get the best view. I started the next search, and then reached for the paper and asked him if he wanted to go and find the books I had written down while I looked for some more. He hesitated for a moment, but when I pointed out where they were, he got up and went over to the book stacks. By now I was really getting wet, and it was everything I could do to stop myself from reaching under my skirt and rubbing myself. Instead, I looked around to make sure nobody was watching, and then looked down at the top of my shirt. I pushed the front of it into my chest above my breasts on the left side and adjusted the right side so that it gaped open. I knew that if my shirt didn't move and if he stood beside me and looked down, he would be able to see the entire right cup of my bra and my nipple poking through the hole. At the last minute I had the idea that if my shirt was close to my body underneath my breasts, it would give a white background for my nipple, so I did this for good measure. I figured that if he had any brains he would come back with the books, notice the shirt, and stand on my left rather than sitting on my right. I pretended to continue the searches, and wrote down a couple of books that didn't really exist because I wanted him to have the maximum viewing time when he returned! It seemed like a long time before I saw him returning with a book, but it probably only seemed that way because I was sitting so still for fear of my shirt shifting. Finally though, he walked up, and started to return to his chair. At the last moment, though, he sort of mumbled something and moved around to my left. He was standing quite close, and I thought it must have worked! He said he had only been able to find one book, and I told him I would check for the others at the desk when we were done the search. By now I could feel the back of my neck trembling, and I had an irresistible urge to stretch my arms over my head and get rid of some tension. Unfortunately I knew if I did this, my shirt would be sure to move and he might not have the same view as I knew he had now, so I just took a deep breath and began a new search. Midway through I stopped and asked him some question about one of the math things, so he could talk and I could watch his reflection in the screen. Sure enough, I could tell that he was looking, and I knew that he had a perfect view of my nipple. I was so distracted that I didn't know if what he was saying made any sense at all, and I was hoping that he was too! By now my legs were trembling, and I knew I'd have to move soon unless I wanted my whole body to shiver. I wanted to turn and see if I could see the outline of his penis in his pants - if he was hard at all I should have been be able to tell because I was at the right level to get a pretty close look, but before I could think of an excuse to turn, a tremor shook my entire body and I had to jump out of the chair to hide it. I turned to face him and he stepped back with a reddening face. He must have thought that he'd been caught, but as he opened his mouth to say something, I said that we should check at the desk for his other books. I turned to get my sweater, aware of his gaze at the shirt stretched across my breasts and of the wetness between my legs. Of course the books weren't there, and before we could return to the computer, someone else asked for another search and he said he thought he knew how to do it himself, and that was the end of my first experience as an exhibitionist. That night as I lay in bed after the most horny day of my life, I knew that I had found something good. I reached down and slid two fingers as deep into my vagina as I could, and instead of moving them in and out, I just rubbed the inside of my pussy wall by making tiny circles with my fingers. I could touch my clit with my thumb, and I had the most violent orgasm of my life, with my face in my pillow so I wouldn't wake the kids. I fell asleep with my hand still touching the outer lips of my vagina, and had the best sleep I had had in ages. Cindy's Awakening Ch. 02 It had been several months since I realized what a turn on it was to have men looking at my body and thinking they were getting away with something. I was still working at the library during the day time and I had managed to give a few guys a pretty good look down my shirt while helping them there. I had spent a week or so wearing no bra at all, but that hadn't worked as well as my old lace one, because it was just too hard to hide the fact that my breasts were free underneath my shirt when I had my sweater off. I had nearly been caught one day by one of the other staff when I had walked around the corner of the book stacks in just my shirt so that I could come back directly toward three college-aged guys sitting at a table by the back windows. I had practiced walking at home so that my breasts bounced just enough to be noticed, and I knew that if one of them looked up at the right time, I'd have them hooked. While I was hidden by the books, I gave my nipples a hard twist through my shirt to make sure they were really hard, and I walked back around the corner with boobs swinging - right into Richard, the other research assistant. Thankfully I was carrying a book, and I hugged it to my chest and managed to cover myself with the combination of the book and my crossed arms. I stammered something about being in a hurry, and kept right on going, picking up my sweater on the way past. I didn't want him saying something about the way I dressed to the other staff, or I was afraid I'd lose my job. Even though I'm obviously not a prude, some of them definitely were! It was about a month after this that I had one of my best experiences as an exhibitionist. It was summer, and the kids were at my parents' place for a couple of weeks. My friend Beth had a cabin upstate that she owned together with her brother and sister, and she had invited me to come and stay with her for a week to just kick back and enjoy the sun. Beth explained that some of her extended family were at the cabin, and that she wanted someone else there to give her a break from them; I thought she was feeling sorry for me because of my recent divorce, but the cabin sounded cool so I didn't really care why she had asked me. I hadn't had time to go swimming for years, and I couldn't even find a bathing suit in my drawer, so I had bought four that looked like they might fit from a store in a mall. The day before we were leaving, Beth was over helping me pick clothes to take, and I showed her all of the suits, explaining that I would pick one or two that I liked and return the rest. She offered to be my fashion assistant, and I said that would be great. We had been in my bedroom and she made no move to leave so I could change, so I began gathering up the suits to take them into the bathroom. I was halfway across the room with them when I changed my mind and started hanging them on the hooks on the back of my door. I hadn't been naked in front of a woman other than my doctor since I was a kid and I thought it might be interesting to see what it felt like. I told Beth that she could pick the first suit. She grabbed a light green two piece with bikini bottoms and a tank top with straps, and sat back down on my bed. My room isn't really big, and she was right in the middle of it, so I was only about five feet away from her as I began to undress. I was wearing shorts and an old t shirt, and I pulled off my shorts and my underwear at the same time. I tossed them on the bed, and pulled the shirt over my head, aware that Beth was holding up the bottom of the suit and looking back and forth from it to me. I faced her as I reached behind me to undo my bra, and asked her what she was thinking as I shrugged my shoulders and breasts out of it. As my nipples moved from the warmth of the bra to the cool air of my room, I felt them harden as goosebumps covered my breasts. It was a relief to be out of the bra, and I scratched the underside of my breasts absently as she replied. Beth grinned. "You'll need to do some shaving if you're going to wear that one." I cupped my breasts in my hands, looked down past them at the hair between my legs and realized that all of the suits I had bought had pretty skimpy bottoms, and that I would need to do some trimming before I wore them without a pair of shorts over top. I wasn't really hairy, and my pubic hair was only a bit darker than my blond hair, but even so, it would show past the edge of the green suit. I told her to imagine me shaved as she judged the suits, grabbed the bottoms from her hand and put them on. As I bent over to put my feet through the holes, my breasts dangled and shook, and I was aware of Beth's gaze as I straightened up. It was different somehow than with a guy getting a look, but I couldn't tell if it was because Beth was a friend or a woman, or because I was openly allowing her to see my body instead of making her think she was seeing something she wasn't supposed to. Whatever the reason, I didn't feel either turned on or nervous - just on display. I could tell right away that the bottoms weren't going to fit right, because they were too low on the sides and too big overall. I am 5'7", so my legs are fairly long, and I need a suit that shows off my thighs, which are in good shape. I have a bit of extra flesh on my buttocks, although not enough to really worry about, and my calves are a bit too heavy to be perfect, so my thought has always been to draw attention to my thighs and upper body. I looked in the mirror, and then turned and inspected my bum. I leaned over and put my hands on the bed, and then turned my head around and looked in the mirror again. Sure enough, when I bent over, I could see a tuft of hair on both sides right where the bottoms covered my vagina. I looked at Beth, who shook her head, but she handed me the top anyway. She said we might as well see what the top looked like, even if the bottoms weren't quite right. I took the top from her, and we talked about the perfect suits for our bodies while I figured out how the straps had to go. The top was just a tube with a shelf bra at the top, and braided straps that went over the shoulders. I finally got the straps where they needed to be, and put the whole thing over my head. It was supposed to fit tight, and it did! I had to pull the whole thing down to my waist so that my arms were free enough to get through the straps, and my breasts bounced around like crazy as the suit came down past them. I stuck my arms through the holes, and then pulled the top back up where it belonged. I had to bend over again and hold the top of it away from my chest so that my breasts fell properly into the cups, and once that was done, I looked again at Beth. I turned and she inspected the suit. "Well, I like the top more than the bottoms" she said. I asked her what she meant, and she said that the bottoms were the wrong cut, which I already knew. Then she asked me to face her again and she looked right at my chest. "How thick is the bra on that thing?" she asked. "I can see as much of your nipples now as I could before you put it on! Is it going to be see-through when it gets wet?" I looked down again and saw that my nipples were sticking way out, and I pulled the neck away from my chest to look at the bra. It definitely wasn't as thick as the padded ones I wore most days, but I thought it was thick enough that the color of my nipples wouldn't show through, even though the shape of them did. I pulled the top down off of one breast and turned it inside out for Beth to see. "I don't think it will be see-through." I said, pushing my thumb into the fabric. "Maybe it is too thin, though." I used the thumb and middle finger of my other hand to stretch my nipple from top to bottom, hoping it would soften enough to see what the suit would look like when my nipples weren't fully erect, but the rough handling only made it harder. Now the areola was completely puckered as well, and not much bigger than the nipple itself. I shook my head and pulled the suit up again for a final look in the mirror. "I didn't realize your nipples were that big." said Beth. "I think this one has a bit more padding - why don't you try it?" She held up a sky blue two piece with a bra top, which I had liked better anyway. I started taking off the green suit, bottoms first, and then she surprised me. "Maybe I should try on that one." she said. "I think the bottoms will fit me better, and I won't have the same trouble with the top." I was a bit surprised, because I knew you weren't supposed to try swimwear on next to your skin as I had, and I thought it was a bit odd that she would put it on so soon after I had been wearing it, but we had been close friends for years, so I guess she didn't worry about things like that. "Sure" I said, handing her the bottoms. I stripped the top off and tossed it on the bed, and put the blue bottoms on as she began to undress. It didn't take her long and I was still trying to lengthen the straps on the new top when she started putting on the green suit. Beth is a bit shorter than I am, with smaller breasts and a bit more weight on the hips and bum. She has really thin reddish hair, and I saw right away that she wouldn't have to worry about her bikini line. Her pubic hair was nearly invisible, and didn't hide her vagina at all. Even so, all I could see was the line between her outer lips as it disappeared between her thighs. I knew she hadn't seen even that much of me because of my hair, and I also know that if I had the same pussy hair that she did, she would have been able to see a lot more of me. My inner lips extend way past the outer ones, and when my legs are slightly apart and my bush is trimmed, they hang down so you can see them from a distance, particularly when I've been out of my panties and they've had a chance to hang freely for a few minutes. Her breasts sag a bit more than mine, and her nipples were only slightly darker than the breast itself. I could see that, like mine, they were puckered from the change in temperature from removing her clothes, but there was only the hint of a bump on the end of them. She put the bottoms on and began fighting with the straps as I had done, and I moved over to help. Finally we got the top on over her head, and she got the arms through the holes. As I went back to fiddling with the straps on the top I was trying, she reached into her top and adjusted her breasts so that it fit right. The suit did look better on her than it did on me. The green really worked with her pale skin, and the bottoms definitely fit her better than me. I still didn't have my top on when she said "Can you see anything through it now?" I looked, and she was stretching the material across her chest. I couldn't see any hint of color through the fabric, but I thought I could see the faint outline of one nipple. I said, "It looks great! It isn't see through at all, and I can see where your nipples are, but they aren't obvious at all." Although I had made good use of my large nipples recently, they had been a pain most of my life, and I was a bit jealous of someone who could wear something so light and not have to worry. Beth looked down at herself, and pushed on the bump where her nipple was. She held out the top as I had done, looked down the front, and reached in to lift and readjust first one breast and then the other. After she had moved them her cleavage was a bit more pronounced, and I couldn't see anything at all through the suit. Finally getting the straps on my suit where I wanted them, I put my arms through the holes, rested my own breasts in the cups, and squeezed them together as I did up the front clasp. I could tell right away that I liked the suit, because the cups on the top were not too tight and the bottoms fit the way I liked them to. I swung my body back and forth in front of the mirror to see how the suit moved on me, and it was great. We decided that we wouldn't even try on the last two suits, and we changed back into our shorts and finished my packing. That night after Beth went home, I finished the million little jobs I needed to get done before I left, and tumbled into bed. In the morning, I woke early and showered while the coffee brewed. I dressed quickly and the door buzzer rang as I was going back into the kitchen, so I shut off the coffee maker without getting a cup, grabbed my things, and headed out the door. Beth was outside the apartment in the car, so I put my stuff in the back and jumped in the passenger side. Before we left the curb we were visiting and laughing, and before I knew it, we were leaving the city. The drive to the cabin lasted almost three hours, during which we drove out of the city and into some of the more rugged country I had seen. When we arrived, I saw that the cabin was more like a small house nestled in the woods with several others like it. A small lake was about a block away, with Beth's cabin being one of the furthest from it. I loved it from the moment I saw it! Inside it was clean and tidy, and despite older furniture and decorating, it seemed like something out of a magazine. Beth showed me my room, a small one on the main floor with a window that faced the beach and gave me a guided tour. Also on the main floor was another small bedroom, where Beth would sleep, a tiny kitchen and a combined living and dining room. Beth's 19 year old nephew, TJ, and his friend Chad had been staying in the cabin for the week, and Beth explained that they would just move downstairs into a games room and leave us the upstairs. Beth said her brother had started work on the room and the adjacent bathroom a couple of years ago and never finished, and that she thought they would stay that way forever, since everyone was used to using them the way they were. Beth and I were hot from the drive, and TJ and Chad were on their way to the beach when we arrived, so we decided to go for a quick swim before unpacking our stuff from the car. By the time I had changed into my new suit with a pair of swim shorts overtop (I hadn't had time to shave before we left) the others were already waiting, and we walked together to the beach area. The guys headed straight into the water, and Beth and I visited on the beach while they swam. After five minutes in the sun, I was ready to cool off, and we waded into the lake up to our knees. By then, TJ and Chad had hauled out an old football and begun competing to see who could throw it the farthest while they were up to their necks in water. TJ said, "Come and play, Auntie Beth!", and we waded deeper into the lake. "You're too deep," said Beth. "We don't want to get wet." Both guys waded in towards us, and Chad threw the ball to Beth, who missed it and fell into the water anyway. I started to laugh. "I guess getting wet isn't so much of a problem now!" Beth grabbed the ball and tossed it to me, and the three of us began a ferocious game of keep away from TJ. After ten minutes of this, we were exhausted, and we returned to our towels on the beach. We had brought some grapes from the cabin, and we popped them into our mouths as we visited. At about 3 o'clock, Beth said she wanted to go back to the cabin and get things organized for supper, so we packed up our things and walked past the other cabins to her place. TJ and Chad laughed, and said they had been looking forward to this all week -- barbeques and beer were getting old! When we got there, I asked how I could help, and Beth said that I could go ahead and get changed -- she knew where things went, and it would be more work to tell me than it would to just do it herself. I didn't argue -- now that I was out of the sun, I was cold in my still damp suit, and said I was going to zip through the shower. I grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and with a dry change of underwear headed down the stairs to the bathroom. I peeled off the shorts and bathing suit bottoms, and hung them on the towel rack before taking off the top of the suit. I started the water in the shower, and brushed a few grains of sand that I had brought back inside my suit off of my breasts. As usual, my nipples were hard, and they were as cold as a pair of ice cubes from the damp bathing suit, and I held my breasts in the palms of my hands, covering my nipples to warm them with my fingers. I stepped into the running shower -- it felt hotter than it actually was, but good nonetheless! I spent a good five minutes just letting the water warm me up, and then gave myself a quick lather with the body scrub I had brought with me before rinsing off and turning off the water. I opened the shower door and stepped into the steamy bathroom, where three huge blue towels hung from a rack by the door. I dried my hair first, and then wiped the mirror off while the water puddled around my feet. The mirror didn't stay clear for very long, but just as I wiped it I caught something moving under the sink from the corner of my eye. As I looked, I realized that the paneling under the sink hadn't been installed, and that what I could see of the wall was actually the back of the pine boards that made up the other part of the basement. It hadn't actually been movement that I had seen, but a shadow passing past a crack in the wall opposite the toilet, and directly under the sink. Instead of stooping to look, I picked up my toothbrush from the edge of the sink, and squeezed some toothpaste onto it. Then I wrapped a towel around my body, tucking it in over my breasts. I watched out of the corner of my eye as I brushed my teeth, and I saw the movement again. Someone was looking through the crack! I didn't have any real time to think, but I knew that this was a major opportunity in my exhibitionist career, with no real down side. I figured it must be either Chad or TJ who had wandered into the basement and realized I was in the shower, and who was looking for a thrill. Although TJ was Beth's nephew and I had some vague memories of him when he was a boy, he was a grown man now, and I didn't have to worry about any of the risks connected to trying to give someone a peek in the library. Unless they did something really stupid, I could easily pretend that I didn't know they were there, and I knew Beth was unlikely to catch them while she was busy with supper. Even if Beth did catch them, she might be too embarrassed to tell me; the worst case was an awkward apology forced out of someone by Beth, but I knew right away that I was willing to take that chance! I stopped brushing, leaving the toothbrush hanging out of my mouth, and unwrapped the towel from around my chest, retucking it around my waist. This was a natural movement for me, because I did this every morning when I was getting ready so that the towel didn't loosen and fall off with the movement of my arms. Usually I waited until I was finished brushing my teeth, but I always had to do this before brushing my hair, because raising my arms always seemed to lead to the towel in a heap around my feet. Today, once the towel was refastened with my breasts free, I moved away from the sink until I was pretty sure that the angle was right for the watcher to be able to see up to my neck, and then went back to brushing my teeth. Without the support of the towel, my breasts jiggled with the movement of my hand and the toothbrush. I finished brushing my teeth and spit the toothpaste into the sink. Then I reached down to the bottom of the towel and pulled it up to wipe my mouth, knowing that whoever was behind the wall had a full frontal view of my pubic hair. I took my time doing this, and then turned, closed the lid on the toilet, and folded one of the other towels over it. As I did this I made a point of bending over with my ass toward the sink, untucked the towel and let it fall to the floor. I bent over again and pretended to fiddle with the towel, knowing that with my legs apart, someone was getting a great view of my pussy and ass. Cindy's Awakening Ch. 02 I took a deep breath and reached for the shaving cream and my razor, which were in my travel bag hanging from the mirror. I sat on the toilet and put the shaving equipment on the floor in front of me. I realized right away that I would have to work hard to avoid looking right at the crack in the wall, and I was worried that the peeper had been scared away by my facing him. I knew that I was in it for good now though, so I picked up the can of shaving cream and spread my legs as far as I could spread them. I looked down past my breasts and saw that my pussy hair was still damp from the shower and sticking to my skin, showing much more of my lips than was usual. I could see the darker pink of my inner lips clearly, and I could tell that even they were pulled apart a bit, showing the moist area inside. I reached down with my hand and pulled the hair beside my lips to each side, pulling my pussy open even more as I did it. Then I held my hand over my lips and took the shaving cream with my other hand and spread it on the hair next to my thighs on both sides of my vagina. As I wiped my hands on the towel, my eye caught a bit of movement through the wall again, and I knew the watcher was still there. I smiled inside as I imagined what they were thinking -- what a stroke of luck to have me totally naked, directly in their line of sight, with my legs spread and breasts and nipples in full view! I began shaving, starting at the top of my bush and working down on both sides. For a fleeting moment, I considered shaving myself completely, but I'm an exhibitionist, not a porn star, so I decided to stick with my normal summer routine of one razor width in from the fold of my thighs on each side. I knew from past experience that this would leave me pretty exposed, because the shaved areas met at just about the same place as my inner lips began to protrude, so there wasn't any hair left to hide them. When I had been married, this used to really turn Dan on, because he could kneel in front of me and work his tongue between my lips without having any hair in the way or, when we were feeling really adventurous, I could straddle his shoulders and lower myself onto his mouth and nose as I held the top of the headboard with my hands. Today, though, it was me who was turned on by the thought of someone watching me work on this intimate personal hygiene routine! I had to keep getting up and rinsing the razor in the sink, but eventually I had gotten rid of most of the hair I wanted to, and was left with only the finishing touches. I covered my vagina with my hand and stretched the skin beside my thighs first one way and then the other so that I could get as close a shave as I could. When I finished, I stood again, this time close to the sink so that my crotch was as close to the crack as I could get it, soaked a washcloth in hot water, and wiped away the remainder of the shaving cream. Then I stood away from the mirror and inspected my work, using one hand to move the hair that was left around, and making a point of handling my pussy as much as possible. I was soaking wet (and not from the cloth!) so this felt good, and I knew it would be burned in the memory of whoever was watching me as well. Once I decided I had given as much of a show as I could without actually masturbating, which I wasn't quite ready to do with an audience, I began dressing. I put my panties and shorts on first, and then did up the hooks on my bra and spun it around so the cups were where they belonged before bending forward and sliding the straps over my shoulders. As I pulled my t-shirt over my head, I thought I heard footsteps on the stairs, and when I opened the door of the bathroom, I was alone in the basement. I walked up the stairs slowly, and joined Beth in the kitchen where supper was well underway. There wasn't any sign of either of the guys, and I set to work helping set plates out on the counter without knowing who the watcher had been. I couldn't wait for supper, so I could try to figure out who the other person in the cabin was who would know exactly what was under my bathing suit the next day!