My daring grew with each successful adventure and I realized that the next step was to have someone...anyone...see me.

Undressing before your lover is not anything like exhibiting yourself in front of anonymous strangers. You're usually both so aroused from kissing and fondling that by the time he's undressed you and you've undressed him you're already into serious fucking and sucking. What I dreamed and fantasized about was to be utterly nude in front of a room full of ordinary people watching in stunned silence ...as I climaxed.

It was on a business trip to LA that I found my opportunity to realize my fantasy. Several blocks from the hotel where I was staying was an adult theater and bookstore that stayed open 24 hours. I had noticed it while riding back from a meeting around eight one evening and could see there were a lot of cars in the lot suggesting it was busy inside.

I stopped off in my room to change into something a little sexier than my striped charcoal woman's suit. I'd brought my navy and white polka dot dress with the full pleated skirt, button front, and white collar which was perfect for what I had in mind. After removing my bra and slipping the dress on over my black stockings and garter belt, I stepped into my navy and white pumps and headed down to the lobby where I could get a cab to the bookstore.

A woman going into an adult bookstore alone is not all that unusual in LA but I still turned the heads of the ten or so men that were standing about looking at video titles or magazines. I refused to catch the eye of any of them as I casually browsed the shelves of video tapes, none of which interested me. I had a much more realistic turn on in mind.

There was a large plug in vibrator on display in a glass case near the register which seemed interesting. I asked the clerk, an older guy with graying temples, if I could see how it works. He was only too happy to take it out and plug it in so I could feel the powerful buzz of the head.

"I wonder if I could try it out on my body?", I said as calmly as I could. "Is there a place in back with a place to sit down?"

"Well, not really.", the clerk informed me. "We don't have anything in back but a storage room with some shelves. I don't think it even has an outlet, so I guess you'll just have to buy it and try it at home."

"I'm not going to be here that long. Oh well.", I said with a sigh, "I don't suppose anyone will mind if I just try it out right here."

With that I undid the three buttons down the front of my dress, lowered the sleeves off my arms, and eased the polka dot dress over my hips to the floor around my feet. The room was absolutely silent except for the rock music coming from the cheap radio behind the counter and the hum of the vibrator. I stood beside the counter in my sheer black stockings, garters, and high heels with my breasts and pussy in plain view of the astonished...and appreciative men in the store.

It was all very dreamlike. There was a cough and a snicker or two but time seemed oddly frozen as if they couldn't quite believe what they were seeing. I felt incredibly powerful as I violated the most basic taboos of modesty and sat with my legs apart on the glass case sliding the big head of the massager up and down over my throbbing clit and pink wet pussy lips.

They were all watching me...only me...and I knew they all had erections and wanted to fuck me more than I could possibly imagine. I didn't care who saw me now or what happened as I got hotter and hotter thinking about what I was actually doing. There were some comments and words of encouragement from the onlookers but I was totally absorbed in my masturbation and couldn't have responded if I'd wanted to.

The clerk had opened the case in back and was looking up at my pussy and ass against the glass from below. My pink inner lips were soaked, smearing the counter as I rocked and stroked myself with the big rubber head of the massager.

As I masturbated for the impromptu audience, I imagined them all lining up to fuck me with their cocks in their hands and stroking themselves getting ready for their turns. I'd suck each cock till it was as hard as could be before letting them put it inside my gorgeous pussy and feeling my wet inner womanhood. The ones who couldn't wait would stand over my face and jerk themselves off until they shot all their cum onto my breasts and face, anointing me with semen from head to foot.

At last it was time and I felt the urgency of my climax sweep over me like a huge tidal wave.

"Oh God, I'm going to...cum...Oh yesssssss. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

I ground the vibrator into my clit, prolonging my sensation for several moments until my thighs were quivering and rubbery. Somebody started to applaud weakly and there was some nervous laughs but nothing was said. I casually picked up my dress and dropped it over my head, buttoning it all the way then turned off the vibrator and put it back in its box.

"It feels very good but its a bit overpriced.", I said as if I were buying a loaf of bread.

The clerk picked up the box and handed it to me.

"Keep it, honey.", he grinned. "You paid for it as far as I'm concerned. And...come back real soon now, ya hear."

I was still a bit shaky as I left the bookstore but overjoyed at having pulled off my wildest exhibitionist fantasy ever. Then I heard a man's voice behind me.

"Hey, can I give you a lift back to your place?"

It was a guy about thirty or so and nice looking with dark wavy hair and a California tan. He'd followed me out of the bookstore so I knew he'd seen my performance and probably thought I was a hot babe and looking for a fuck. He was just cute enough that I was tempted to take him up on the idea since I wasn't leaving LA for at least another day. Still, I was not about to become the next victim of some serial killer psychopath. I looked desperately for a cab to whisk me away.

"Really, don't run off. I'm not trying to hit on you or anything," he said, reassuringly. "I'm a producer for an adult cable service. I was in the bookstore looking for fresh...faces."

I was still skeptical but I let him walk with me a bit in the direction of my hotel. His name was Ron and he showed me his business card which looked pretty genuine.

"We're always looking for fresh talent for our adult oriented programming.", he continued. "I can see how much you get off exposing yourself. We're putting together a program that might be perfect for someone with your...interests."

He went on to tell me about his new show. It was similar to Candid Camera but involved setting up situations where a beautiful girl strips or has her clothes removed in front of unsuspecting men. It could be in a barber shop or a pool hall or even at a sporting event. The thought of undressing in a stadium full of admiring eyes made me blush with excitement.

"How do I know you're on the level?", I asked skeptically.

"Stop by the office tomorrow around ten and I'll introduce you to the rest of the crew.", he replied. We're preparing a shoot and you can join in the rehearsal if you like. Trust me. I've been in this business for five years and I know you're just what we're looking for. And I know you'll love getting to do your thing...and getting paid pretty well to do it."

He drove me back to my hotel without trying to make a pass. Right there I figured he must be on the level.

I rode over to his office the next morning and asked his secretary if he was in. Ron came out all smiles and really gave me the red carpet treatment, introducing me to the crew members and even the company president who was a woman in her late forties or early fifties. Then it was time to drive over to the location where the next taping would be done.

Ron and I rode to a nearby mall and went into the upscale department store which was bustling with shoppers of all kinds. The scene was going to be shot just inside the women's clothing area which would be blocked off by store guards once the 'pigeons' were in place and the taping was ready.

The crew had set up all the hidden cameras, behind mirrors and walls, and they needed to check the angles, sound, and lighting to make sure they could get the shots they needed.

"The girl is going to go into the dressing area and come out nude, pretending she has on the most beautiful dress in the world.", Ron explained. "Kind of 'The Emperor's New Clothes' with a twist. There'll be these guys waiting for something sitting in the chairs over here by the counter and we'll be getting their reaction."

A large bearded cameraman came by and said he needed to check if the counter was going to block the girl from view when she came out.

"Why don't you just walk back to the dressing area and come out like you normally would so he can check his angle?", Ron asked me nonchalantly.

Of course I knew perfectly well what he wanted me to do. This was just rehearsal and nothing was set up. The curious shopper's were real, the salesgirls were real. I was just supposed to go back and come out fully dressed for the cameraman. But none of them had a clue about the power of my compulsion.

I went back to the dressing stall and surveyed my nubile form in the full length mirror. The light blue and white print dress I had on billowed to the floor at my feet as I unzipped it and drew it over my shoulders. All that remained was to remove my lacy white thong panties and I would be delightfully nude again. I peeled them ever so slowly over my thighs, teasing myself in the mirror and getting aroused enough for the next act I was to perform. With calm deliberateness I walked from the dressing stall and came out front where the crew and cameras were...gloriously nude.

There was an audible gasp as the thirty or forty people in the area comprehended what I was doing. The crew was used to seeing nude women cavort about routinely but always after everything real had been carefully controlled on a set and the public had been excluded. This was just a beautiful naked woman shamelessly caressing herself before a three-way mirror in a crowded department store. It shocked and aroused even the sexually jaded crew.

Ron at first blushed, then smiled, and finally broke the silence as he saw the expression of power and serenity on my face.

"How does it feel?", he said, taking my bare shoulders in his hands. "So free and beautiful and unashamed with everyone watching you. God, it must be like some fucking drug or something."

A makeup woman draped a coat over me and ended my trance. I went back to put on my dress when I heard Ron following me from behind.

"I don't know what your game is, Norma, all I know is I want to fuck you right here, right now."

His eyes were filled with lust and his face was flushed red. My compulsion had ignited his libido, so long suppressed by the demands of working daily with beautiful women performing sex acts on a video set.

His jeans fell to the floor with only a tug. He had nothing underneath to keep my mouth from his swelling cock. My hands caressed his muscular ass, slipping between his cheeks and teasing his balls between his legs as I sucked his velvety warm penis in my hungry mouth. The dressing stall was small with only a short bench on which to sit opposite the large mirror. Ron took his place on the bench and I straddled his lap with my ass towards him, then lowered myself onto his firm shaft, guiding it with my hand until I was impaled on his cock.

No one disturbed us as we fucked in the dressing stall. I could hear the occasional voice as women came and went and the crew finished with their chores but it was if Ron and I were invisible. It made it all the most erotic and fantastic to fuck in public like this with complete abandon.

"God, watching you at the...store...fucking yourself with the...vibrator.", Ron grunted as he penetrated deep up into my pussy, "those black stockings and garter belt... and your pussy so fucking open and...wet. I've never, ever wanted a woman like I wanted you at that instant. Fucking never."

I was entranced by the sight the two of us made as we copulated before the full length mirror. My breasts were bouncing wildly and there was a pink flush over most of my chest and belly from my arousal. Each time his shaft slid up into me it smacked against my clit which dangled down, erect and deep crimson. I rubbed it in small circles with my fingers, savoring the delicious fullness of his warm, slippery penis inside my vagina at the same time.

"Oh Norma, I'm...I'm going to come inside...Oh yeaaaaaaaah", he bellowed, unable to withdraw fast enough to avoid shooting his hot semen deep into my womb.

It took only a few moments before my own climax surged through my pelvis and sent spasms of pleasure down my thighs and up to my nipples. I could only manage a short squeal before I was in its grip. Seconds of intense pleasure passed before it would let go and I could breathe again.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, God. Oh that feels...so...good.", I finally gasped, not caring who heard my intimate outburst at this point.

Ron held me against himself until I regained my senses and we ended our lovemaking with some nice kissing before we started to dress. It was only the first of many times that we would make love over the next few months.

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