I was in my early forties when I finally succumbed to the urge to show myself naked to a strange man. I was always proud of my body, with my large breasts, thanks to my Greek grandmother, and my not-too-big other parts, thanks to my French grandmother, who I suspect also gave me my appetite for sexual adventure. I always enjoyed surprising my lovers by letting a house-gown fall open when they least expected it, or let my tits show as I leaned over to pour their coffee at breakfast. Even after a night of being naked in bed together, the brief flash of my big tits was a great turn-on, for me as well as my partner. My long-time best-friend and occasional lover was Alex, a great exponent of all things kinky. He was a good bit older than me and not always able to get his cock hard enough for a real fuck, but he still needed the regular relief of a good ejaculation, and sometimes I would help him with my hands and mouth. If I was really lucky I might get him hard enough so that I could straddle him and take his penis into my vagina. When that happened, I could feel him getting really hard as he neared his climax and the feel of his cock spurting inside me would make me cum. In those years, my only approach to exhibitionism was when we did a role-play in which I pretend not to know he is peeking while I undress, posing to admire myself in the mirror while wearing panties and bra, knowing how much he loves seeing my breasts supported by the 36D cups and my panties enticingly hiding …
