When we were at school, my friend ‘S’ and I had a particular habit. Some might say an addiction. We liked displaying our naked breasts to strangers.
We would go down to the local railway station and ‘change’ into our ‘flashing outfit’, comprising of short skirt, loose t-shirt and (most importantly!) no bra.
Then we would wander out onto the station platform, go right to the end and wait in bushes. They were enough to afford some privacy, but not too far away that the train would have built up any speed. For our purpose we needed the train to pass slowly…the slower the better .
And then we waited. We didn’t talk; we just looked at each other and waited.
We didn’t have to wait long. It was a busy station.
As I heard atrain approaching us we just did it.
We slowly, deliberately lifted our t-shirts, exposing our naked breasts to the passengers, to strangers. We used the hem to cover our faces to just below our eyes and so we could watch them watching us. It was the ultimate adrenaline rush. I loved it. Loved it!
So who were our audience?
The men? Some of them tried to look cool, like they saw girls flashing every day. Others just stared, wide-eyed and desperate for every detail. The women? Some looked like they couldn’t quite believe their eyes; others looked daggers. The ones I liked best were the out and out gawpers. The ones who didn’t try to hide their interest. They wanted to remember every detail. If anything I liked them to be a little bit creepy, Pervy even. I wanted my breasts to be in their heads, to stay there, to be memorable; enjoyed. Part of me was repulsed, but that was the thing that made it so compulsive. That is what made the whole thing so alluring.
But in the end it didn’t really it didn’t matter who or what had a look. The point was that it could just be anybody.
It came down to this. The feeling of elation boiled down to the fact of my giving up control over who saw my breasts. Instead of dishing them up here and there to various selected viewers, there was such a feeling of liberation in not making that decision. To just letting strangers see. Anyone.
Anybody at all.
I didn’t care who.
And I still don’t.
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