Cheryl – A True Exhibitionist

Cheryl – A True Exhibitionist

I met Cheryl three years ago, when she was 22. She was easily the most exciting woman I had ever met. Beautiful, great figure, and highly intelligent all in one dark blonde, five foot seven inch, 35C – 22 – 34 package. If she ever wore any underwear it was only so that she could look pretty in it before taking it off, usually in dressing rooms with curtains that didn’t completely close. She seemed to be a born exhibitionist, not caring at all that her short skirts frequently were blown up by the wind revealing either the finest ass I have ever seen or her neatly trimmed dark blonde haired pussy, or both. Sometimes when I would be walking with her on a windy day her skirt would blow all the way up above her waist, revealing all of her charms to me and to whomever was within viewing distance. I was thrilled, of course. Like a lot of men, maybe most men, I became very sexually excited whenever Cheryl would reveal herself to others. I seemed to be excited all the time in her company as she was constantly exposing herself to others. After we had been lovers for several months I asked her about it. What follows is what she told me over several days. I frequently had to stop her because she had made me so excited that I had to make love with her.

I get very excited whenever I am accidentally or purposely exposed to men or women. I think I discovered flashing, and how much I enjoyed doing it, when I was in junior high school near the end of the school year. I used to sit in the library during study hall and Henry would sometimes sit across from me at the same table I did. There were about twenty tables, each only large enough for four people to sit, two on one side of the table and two on the other. I really didn’t know Henry at all except to see at study hall. He never seemed to notice me and I don’t know that I would have cared if he did. This was soon to change.

One day at school I was wearing a light blue dress with a square cut neckline with white silk embroidery. It wasn’t low cut at all, so I was sure that it was a very decent dress, the kind my mom and dad thoroughly approved of. I had a lot of Latin homework that day and spent more than two hours getting it all done. When I finished the Latin homework and had done some studying for algebra and history, I stood up to get ready to go home. Then I bent over the table to pick up my books. I hadn’t realized it but the neckline of my dress must have fallen away from my body and some of my breasts were exposed. I happened to glance over at Henry and saw that his eyes were looking down my dress and were wide open. I looked down my front and saw that, actually, quite a lot of my breasts were exposed. I had an old bra on that wasn’t quite big enough for the amount my breasts had grown since I had gotten it. It covered my nipples and a bit more, but not a lot more. The rest of my breasts were spilling out and it looked as if my nipples might pop out at any time. I glanced back over at Henry. Just then Henry’s eyes looked up and saw mine looking at him. He turned bright, bright red.

At first I was angry at him for looking down the front of my dress. Then I realized it had made me feel very excited knowing that he had been able to see my breasts. And that he wanted to do so. In fact, I was quite wet on my walk home after leaving the library while thinking about Henry staring at my breasts. After that I tried to wear dresses with scoop necks as often as I could. While in them, I would sometimes be “careless” about bending over. Not just in the library across from Henry, but in some of my regular classes as well. I always made it seem like I didn’t know that any part of my breasts were showing, but of course I was fully aware of what I was doing, and I was very aroused by doing it.

Then one day in the library Henry dropped his pencil and bent under the desk
to retrieve it. I had never paid much attention to how my legs were positioned when they were under a table. I realized while Henry’s head was under the table that my legs were wide open. Henry must have gotten a pretty good glimpse of my panties. That excited me even more and opened up new possibilities for me. After that, Henry starting dropping his pencil quite a lot, and I made sure to spread my legs as soon as he did so, knowing that he would be ducking his head under the table in just a moment in order to look between my legs.

Next I bought a pair of see through panties at the mall. I didn’t let my mother see them because she always bought me white cotton panties, which she thought were what “nice” girls should wear. I couldn’t wait to get to the library for study hall the first day that I wore my new panties. I was hoping as hard as I could that Henry would be there. I was elated to see when I got inside that he was there, in his regular seat across from where I normally sat. And that my normal chair was vacant. My heart was really pounding. I had worn a frilly white skirt which was a even shorter than the short skirts I usually wore. I wanted to be sure he would get a really good look. Before too long he dropped his pencil and as he began to bend down under the table to pick it up, I opened my legs really wide. I could actually hear him gasp as he saw for the first time the dark blonde hair covering my pussy. The panties were so clear it was almost like not having any on. I was more than excited; I was thrilled.

So was Henry. I knew he was, and so did everybody else, because just then the fire alarm bell went off and we all had to get up and leave the library to go outside. Henry tried to put his books in front of him but before he could do so I saw, and the other girls at the tables around me saw, that his erect penis was sticking straight out in front of his baggy pants. We all started giggling and then filed out.


A few weeks later, after school had let out for the summer vacation, I met my first boyfriend, Jimmy. I was maybe fourteen or just fifteen. We had met at school
at some party where my mom was a chaperone. Before I quite knew it my mom invited him over to visit us (I think because she found out he got really good grades in school and would be both safe and a “good influence” on me – I got good grades too but she wanted to be sure I would keep doing so). He came over one evening and we talked with my folks for quite a while. Then we
decided we wanted to go swimming at the pool at the condo where my parents lived. He didn’t have a suit and we weren’t into skinny dipping together. I borrowed one of my dad’s old suits for him. He said it looked like it would be pretty big on him but since it was that or no swimming (and I think he was pretty anxious to see what I looked like in my bathing suit) he said he would wear it.

We walked up to the pool and let ourselves in (you aren’t supposed to swim after 8pm but if you’re quiet nobody seems to notice). We changed in the changing
rooms and came back out. I could tell at a glance that my Father’s trunks were quite a bit too big, but I also thought it might be interesting for me. I was very
curious about boys. And especially about what their penises looked like. I was hoping that my Dad’s loose suit, which, I’m not sure why, didn’t have any lining,
might allow me to look up it and see Jimmy’s penis.

I wore a very conservative one piece suit. Well, not totally conservative. It showed quite a lot of my breasts and the material was pretty thin (it was a European suit, which has much thinner material than most American suits, and dries a lot more quickly, which is why I liked them—also because you could see my nipples more easily in them). My mom is very conservative but she didn’t realize how thin the material was in the suit, so she was willing to buy it for me because she liked the colors, and because she didn’t realize how much of my breasts would show when I wore it. Anyway, Jimmy seemed to like what he saw when I came out of the dressing room and I thought he looked very cute in my dad’s trunks. I looked below his waist and was very pleased to see a very noticeable bulge there. After looking at each other for a few minutes we went into the pool. As soon as he started to swim I ducked under the water and looked. It was everything I hoped it would be. I could see right up the suit and see his balls and his penis—the first one I had ever seen other than my Father when I was very little and my mom and dad used to walk around nude all the time.

I was very excited. I really wanted to touch his cock, it looked so beautiful to me. So I started to tickle him, knowing that he would tickle me back. He did, then he did better. He began holding onto my shoulders and pushing me under the water. As he did so, his hands would (accidentally) slip off my shoulders and move a little way down my chest. Each time he pushed me under the water his hands would slide further down, eventually sliding slightly under my swimsuit onto my breasts. And each time he did this I would let myself be pushed down and then would flail around under the water looking up his suit at his balls and his cock, which was bigger now than when we first got into the pool. I would grab his legs to pull myself back up out of the water but was too afraid to slide my hand right up under my dad’s very loose swimsuit.

We kept this up for quite a while, with his hands sliding further and further into my suit and further and further down my breasts. With each time I thought he was going to (finally) caress my nipples and each time he somehow stopped short of doing so. In the meantime each time I went under the water my hands would slide further and further up his legs. And now his cock was pushing my dad’s suit straight out in front and from under the water I could see most of it. What a
beautiful sight it was for me! I just loved it.

After teasing me like this for what seemed forever he pushed me down into the water once again and this time his hands slid all the way down and found my nipples. I immediately grabbed his arms—I’m sure he thought it was to keep
him from reaching my nipples but it was actually to keep him from letting go of them. His fingers felt so good on my nipples I almost had an orgasm right there
in the water. Finally I let go of his hands and reached for his legs. This time I was bolder and reached all the way up his suit and found his balls and then his cock, which was so firm I could barely believe it. I had never seen my Dad aroused and had no idea a cock could get that hard. I was very glad to find out it could. I moved my hand up and down just a couple of times and then I felt him go tense and then he came, right there in the pool in my Dad’s suit. So it was not only my first time to see a cock, but also to hold one and to play with one and to watch it
spurt, all in one night.

He was so embarrassed, but I tried to tell him it was okay. Then we got out of the pool and went to the shower rooms where he washed my Dad’s suit (a lot)
before coming back out. I took his hand right away so he would know it was okay and we walked back down to my parent’s place. And started going together after
that.



Late in the next school year on a Friday I went over to my friend Susan’s house to study after school. We were having a big history exam the following week and really needed to study hard for it. Susan and I wanted to be able to go to a good university and we knew we needed to have really good grades to get accepted to any of the good ones. We spent several hours in Susan’s bedroom quizzing each other on dates and battles and kings and that sort of thing before her mother came in to ask if we had looked outside lately. We hadn’t. When we did, we saw that a huge amount of snow had fallen without us even noticing. It was already early April so this was a really freak snow storm.

Susan’s mom said that it would be too dangerous for me to try to go home before the roads got plowed. She said that she would call my mom and see if it would be okay for me to spend the night with them. I protested that I didn’t want to be a bother and that I didn’t have any pajamas. Susan’s mom said I wouldn’t be a bother and that I could borrow one of her nightgowns (Susan was a lot smaller than I was, especially in the breasts, while her mom was rather larger than I was). She said that as Susan’s dad traveled a lot he had several of those goodie bags that airlines give out containing tooth brushes and tooth paste and stuff like that. My mom thanked Susan’s mom and told her that of course it would be all right for me to spend the night with them.

Susan and I studied for another hour and then her mom called us in to dinner. After eating with her mom and dad (who was in his early forties, was very good looking and was in excellent shape from all the workouts he did with the equipment in their rec room and also a very interesting conversationalist) and some more studying, we got ready for bed. Susan kept her panties on under her nightgown but I have never liked to sleep in my panties so I was naked under her mom’s rather large cotton flannel nightgown. It had thin straps holding up a shapeless sort of gown. It was a bit low cut, but definitely not enough so to be considered sexy by anybody but a flannel freak.

Susan and I walked out to the living room to say good night to her parents. Her mom kissed me on the cheek and I walked over to her dad to kiss him on the cheek. He was sitting down in his easy chair so I had to bend over to reach his cheek. As I did so, the left strap of the too large nightgown slipped off my shoulder and my entire left breast became bare. Susan’s dad looked directly at my nipple, which was rapidly becoming erect and his eyes widened. I quickly pulled the gown back up and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. He seemed to be looking at me differently from the way he had always looked at me before. No one except him had seen my nightgown slip off my breast.

I was so excited at the thought that Susan’s dad had seen my breast, and had appeared excited at the sight of it, that I could barely sleep. Susan had twin beds separated by a night stand so I very quietly played with my pussy and my nipples for quite a while before falling asleep.

In the morning, Susan and I went out to breakfast still wearing our nightgowns. I saw Susan’s dad looking at me speculatively. I thought he might be wondering whether the nightgown would slip down off my shoulder again. I didn’t want to disappoint him, though I knew I would have to be careful so that neither Susan nor her mom would see. When both of them had gone into the kitchen to get the breakfast dishes and bring them into the dining room, I managed to drop one of my hair ribbons onto the floor and, in order to get Susan’s dad’s attention, I said, “Oh darn, I dropped it.”

I bent down to pick it up, with my back to the kitchen and my front facing Susan’s dad. As I had hoped, and with only a little help from me squeezing in my shoulders as I had practiced in the bathroom that morning, the night gown slipped off again. Only this time both my breasts were bared. And Susan’s dad stared directly at my breasts. I waited a few seconds and then, as if I had only just noticed that my breasts were exposed, I said, “Oh, I’m so sorry,” and pulled the gown back up. Susan’s dad said that that was okay, that the nightgown seemed a bit large for me. He didn’t mention having looked at my breasts. I was so excited that I had been able to turn on a good looking older man that I could barely get any oatmeal down.

Having discovered how exciting flashing could be for me, as well as for the man who saw me, it quickly became second nature for me to flash whenever I got the opportunity. I began practicing on the buses in town. The first two seats on the municipal buses faced towards the rear of the bus. The rest of the seats faced toward the front. Most people don’t like to ride backwards so the first two seats were always the last ones taken. I started sitting in those seats whenever possible. If a man was sitting across from me, or across the aisle from me, I would take out a book to read and then, as if unconsciously, let my legs gradually spread a little bit apart. My legs aren’t skinny, but they definitely aren’t thick, so with my knees spread even a little bit apart, and with the right sort of skirt on, anyone sitting across from me could see all the way up to my panties. I found that I really enjoyed seeing men’s eyes riveted between my legs. It was very exciting and gave me a sense of power at the same time.

A few weeks after I had stayed over at Susan’s because of the snow I visited Susan again. This time we had arranged with our parents for me to stay overnight at Susan’s so I brought things to change into for sleeping and for the next day. Susan’s dad seemed very pleased to see me. Her mom, too, but her dad in a different way. I hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed.

After dinner and studying Susan and I changed into our bed clothes. Susan wore the same nightgown she had worn previously and again wore her panties under her nightgown. Her panties were the same white cottons my mom always bought for me. I wore a very short white night gown of a diaphanous material. You couldn’t quite see through it but you almost could. When I looked in the mirror I could see a slight darkness where my nipples were and a definite darkness where the hair covering my pussy was. I tried to strain my neck backwards to see if I could see the crack of my ass but I only ended up hurting my neck and I didn’t want to ask Susan to check.

In any case, I knew that with sunlight behind me you definitely could see through the nightgown in some detail. It had a fairly low vee neckline which showed a lot of the swell of my breasts. I had practiced bending over in front of the mirror at home and I knew that from the right angle you could see all of my breasts and my nipples and even the dark triangle of hair covering my pussy. (I hadn’t started shaving or even trimming there yet). I had been a little worried that Susan might think my nightgown was too sexy but since she couldn’t think of her parents looking at her in a manner that would acknowledge that she was becoming a woman, neither could she imagine them looking at me like that.

Susan and I went out to kiss her parents good night. I was pleased to see that her mom was still sitting on one of their two couches in the living room while her dad was sitting on the other one which was parallel to the first with a low glass top coffee table in between. As we walked in I saw her dad quickly glance up at me. I could tell that he had been interested to see what kind of nightgown I would be wearing. I was thrilled that he cared. His eyes seemed to narrow a bit as he was trying to make out whether he could actually see through the material of my gown or not. And whether I was wearing any underwear beneath it. I hoped he would keep looking at me.

Susan kissed her mom first and then began to walk over to kiss her dad, who still had his eyes on me. I turned my back to Susan’s dad and bent over from the waist to give her mom a kiss. As I did so, and as had happened when I had practiced before the mirror in the bathroom for the week before going to Susan’s, I could feel the hem of my nightgown pulling up over the cheeks of my bottom, leaving most of my bottom, and my pussy, exposed to his view. As Susan was walking away from me and looking at her dad, I knew that she wouldn’t be able to see how much of me her dad was able to see. Even so, I didn’t dare stay in this position for too long in case Susan did glance back at her mom and me.

When I stood up and turned toward Susan’s dad, I could tell that he had definitely been looking at me. I glanced down toward his lap to see if what had happened to Henry had happened to him as well. It wasn’t sticking straight out in front of him as Henry’s had been, but I could tell for sure that he had an erection. And I was so happy that I was the cause of it.

But I had a problem. I wanted Susan’s dad to be able to look down the front of my nightgown and see my naked breasts and my nipples and my pussy when I bent over to give him a kiss. But I certainly didn’t want Susan’s mom to see my naked ass. So on my way between the two couches I turned to Susan’s mom and asked, “Could Susan and I please have some warm milk before we go to sleep?”

Susan’s mom said that of course we could and, as I had hoped, she stood up immediately to go into the kitchen. Even better, Susan said that she would help and she went into the kitchen as well. As I bent over in front of Susan’s dad I put my hand on my shoulder strap, which I knew would cause him to look in that direction, and said in a low tone of voice, “I hope I don’t fall out of this nightgown, too, Mr. Jameson, I wouldn’t want to embarrass you again.”

He laughed while looking down the front of my nightgown where I wanted him to and said, “I wasn’t embarrassed, Cheryl, you have become a very pretty young lady.”

“Do you really mean it?” I asked.

He assured me that it was true and then said how much nicer he thought this gown looked on me than his wife’s had looked. I thanked him, gave him a peck on the cheek and finally stood up just before Susan and Mrs. Jameson came in with the warm milk. I despise warm milk and would never drink it at home but it had been the only thing I could think of that would get Mrs. Jameson out of the way for a moment. Susan and I took the milk into the bedroom. I forced myself to drink it and then went to bed, where I played with myself for a very long time, especially after I could tell from Susan’s regular breathing that she had fallen fast asleep. Finally, very contentedly, I fell asleep too with my right hand still between my legs and my fingers in my warm wetness.

The next morning, as usual, I woke up early. Susan was still fast asleep but I could hear someone out in the kitchen moving around. Then I remembered that Mr. Jameson had said that he had an early tennis game. It was difficult to believe that it had snowed only a few weeks previously and now it was already warm enough to play tennis outdoors. I quickly hopped into the bathroom, peed, washed my hands, brushed my teeth and ran a brush though my short dark blond hair. I massaged my nipples briefly and was very pleased to see that their stiffness was quite visible through the light material of my nightgown. As always, I didn’t have any panties on under the nightgown. I went out into the kitchen, closing the bedroom door quietly so as not to awaken Susan, while hoping the door wouldn’t squeak as it usually did,. To my great delight it was Mr. Jameson in the kitchen and not Susan’s mom up early to fix breakfast for her husband.

And to my even greater delight, it was a very sunny day. The Jameson’s had a large picture window in the kitchen which gave them a lovely view of their garden. It also allowed the sun to stream in. I said a cheery good morning to Mr. Jameson who smiled happily as if he was genuinely glad to see me. He was already dressed in his tennis shorts and had his tennis cover-ups in his arm. I quickly walked around so that the morning sun was behind me shining through my nightgown. I followed Mr. Jameson’s eyes as they moved down to the area between my legs, which I had conveniently set fairly wide apart. His eyes widened as he could now see my pubic hair almost as if I didn’t have a nightgown on. I stayed in that position for a couple of minutes while we were talking about his tennis match and then turned sideways. As we had talked, my nipples had hardened even more and now they were very noticeably erect, and completely open to his eyes because of the sun shining through the material. My pubic hair, which I had fluffed up in the bathroom before coming out, was also visible from this new view. Mr. Jameson seemed to stammer just a bit as we talked.

This was very exciting to me but I wanted Mr. Jameson to see more of me and I had the feeling that he did as well. Then I remembered from when I had visited them in the snow storm that Mrs. Jameson kept the orange juice on the bottom shelf in the refrigerator. I quickly moved to open the refrigerator door while still talking to Mr. Jameson and then, standing with my legs as straight as possible, bent over totally from my waist to search for the orange juice.

This time I could feel the hem of my nightgown slide all the way up my bottom so that it was completely bare. I moved my legs a little further apart as if to provide a better balance for my search and managed to push my ass a little backward and upward to ensure that my pussy was totally in view. I could feel it getting wet but somehow I didn’t think that Mr. Jameson would mind. I pretended that I couldn’t find the orange juice and after searching for several minutes while carrying on a running, if somewhat disjointed, conversation, asked Mr. Jameson if he could help me look for it.

They had a Cold Storage refrigerator which was very large so there was plenty of room for both of us to rummage through the refrigerator. Mr. Jameson came up behind me but although there was room for him to be beside me he remained with half of his body behind my right side. A delicious shiver went down me as I could feel his bare left leg lightly and then more firmly pressing against the back of my bare right leg. We stayed in this position for several long thrilling seconds. Then Mr. Jameson reached across me and said, “Maybe it is over to your left, Cheryl.”

And with that his left leg, as if by accident, slid to my left and nestled itself firmly against my naked pussy and ass.

I gasped, but immediately pushed back against him. Mr. Jameson understood this to be the invitation that it was. He put his hands around my waist and pulled me even more firmly back against his leg. Then he moved to his left and I could feel his erection, through his tennis shorts which I wished so much he hadn’t had on, pushing against my pussy. He dipped and then raised his knees repeatedly as he slid his erect cock back and forth up my pussy to my ass and back. I was in heaven. Heaven became even better in just another minute or two when Mr. Jameson, with his cock still firmly pressed against my pussy, bent further over me and moved his hands to cup my breasts through my nightgown. His fingers quickly found my stiff nipples and caressed them. In another minute, the nightgown wasn’t covering them any longer. Mr. Jameson pulled my straps down and bared my breasts, as I hadn’t even dared hope he might do. I couldn’t believe how wonderful it was to feel his firm but gentle fingers caressing my nipples. I moved my bottom from side to side against his erection, enjoying the different feelings of having it pressed more against my right cheek or my left cheek or squarely in the middle.

My breaths were coming in shorter and shorter gasps as the sensations shooting from my nipples to my pussy continued to intensify. Just when I thought I was about to burst with pleasure we heard the squeak of Susan’s bedroom door. Mr. Jameson quickly jumped back. I stood up with the orange juice in one hand while I pulled up my nightgown and adjusted the straps with the other. I put the orange juice down on the table and moved so that I would be away from the window and its stream of light. Susan came on into the kitchen and said good morning to both of us. Then she glanced down at her dad’s front and said, “Oh, daddy, you’ve spilled some tea or coffee on your tennis shorts.”

I looked where Susan’s eyes were looking and saw that there was indeed a wet spot where the head of his then erect penis had been a couple of minutes ago. He still had an erection but it was rapidly subsiding, something Susan didn’t seem to have noticed. “Oh, you’re right,” he said. “How clumsy of me. I had better go change quickly or I will be late.”

Susan and I had orange juice, cereal and tea and then went back to her bedroom to change for the day. If she noticed the aroma of my arousal she didn’t mention it. I hoped there would be another occasion to come visit her soon. An opportunity arose about a month later, but not exactly to visit Susan. It was our spring vacation. Susan and her mom were taking a trip to visit some of the colleges that Susan thought she might be interested in. It was still several years before we would be going to university but Susan was anxious to see which ones she might like most. Since we were both interested in the same schools she asked if I would like to come along but I had already signed up for the girls’ track team and there were going to be practices throughout the vacation. Susan said how sorry she was that I couldn’t go with her, and I was too, but Susan promised she would tell me about each of the schools in great detail.

On the evening of the second day of the vacation I called Susan’s house and introduced myself on the phone when Susan’s dad answered. “I’m sorry, Cheryl, Susan and her mom have gone on a trip. Didn’t she tell you?”

“Yes, she did, Mr. Jameson. I know this is presumptuous but I was wondering if I could come over and use some of the equipment in your gym. It obviously has worked wonders with you as you’re in really good shape and I want to get in as good shape as I can for the track season.”

“Why thank you, Cheryl, that’s a very nice thing to say. Of course you can come over any time I’m home. When would you like to come?”

“Would tomorrow be okay? Around seven?”

“Sure, I’ll look forward to seeing you then.”

“Oh, and Mr. Jameson, could you please show me how to work some of the equipment? I’m not sure I know how to use it all and I want to be certain to use it correctly.”

“Of course, I’ll be happy to.”

I was thrilled. In bed that night I came twice before I could fall asleep. Early the next evening I packed a gym bag with my purple thong leotard, blue shorts, sweat socks and my tennis shoes. My plan was to wear just the leotard but I brought the shorts in case Mr. Jameson would object when he saw my bare bottom in the leotard. I had already told my mom the day before that I was going to use Mr. Jameson’s exercise equipment and she had complimented me for wanting so much to get into shape as quickly as I could. Just before leaving home I put on my shortest skirt over my transparent panties that my mom still didn’t know I had, and a scoop neck blouse. For a bra I chose the one that Henry had first seen me in which I knew would show a lot of my breasts if I had an opportunity to bend over.

I rang the doorbell promptly at seven. Mr. Jameson must have been waiting at the door because it opened immediately. “Good evening, Mr. Jameson, thank you so much for letting me use your equipment.”

I didn’t know the term double-entendre at the time but Mr. Jameson obviously knew one when he heard one. He laughed and said, “You’re welcome. You can use my equipment any time you want to, Cheryl.”

“Is there some place I can change into my gym stuff?”

“Sure, there’s a bathroom just off the exercise room. You can change there.”

We went downstairs to the finished basement and into the exercise room. I was very impressed. All four walls were lined with mirrors which made a very large room seem enormous. Mr. Jameson had almost as much equipment as the fitness center I sometimes used. Not as many of each kind, of course, but as much variety. There was a Universal Fitness Station, an In Flight Multi Lat Arm Machine, a Maximus Abdominal/Back Machine, a Maximus Fitness Bench and Shoulder Press, a Precor Adductor, a Tunturi Rower, a Matrix Upright Bike, a Noramco Super Treadmill, several racks of free weights and a floor mat. Almost all of this equipment had model numbers but it was all I could do to memorize the brand names so I could tell my mom what kind of equipment there was. I don’t know how good the equipment was but it certainly looked expensive. Susan had told me that her dad spent a lot on his exercise equipment and I could believe her. It certainly looked like first rate stuff.

I told Mr. Jameson how impressed I was with his exercise room and then said that I doubted I would ever be able to learn how to use it all.

“Nonsense, Cheryl. You’re a very intelligent young lady. I’ll show you how to use each piece of equipment and stay here while you use it long enough to be sure you’ve got it down pat before we move on to the next piece of equipment. You don’t mind my remaining here to see how you’re progressing, do you?”

“No, not at all. I would really appreciate it so I can be sure to do the exercises the right way.”

“Why don’t you go on in there and get changed?”

I looked to where Mr. Jameson was pointing. There were two swinging doors like in an old time Western saloon. The top of the doors was at my shoulders and the bottom just above my knees. The doors weren’t solid but rather were stationary slats positioned at a very slight vertical angle. The slats didn’t overlap so there were spaces in between each slat. From where I was standing I could see right through them to the sink, the toilet and the shower stall. Mr. Jameson saw the look of slight consternation on my face.

“I hope that will be all right. You can use the bathroom upstairs if you would rather.”

I gulped slightly, “No, I’m sure this will be fine. See you in a couple of minutes.”

I walked through the swinging doors into the bathroom. I had never seen anyone put swinging doors on a bathroom before. I couldn’t imagine anyone actually, well, you know, going to the toilet in a major way in a bathroom with doors like these. Fortunately, I didn’t have to. I just needed to get changed. Well, I thought, this is what I wanted; it is just a little sooner than I thought would be the case. At least now I knew for sure I wouldn’t need to bother with the gym shorts. There was a mirror alongside the wall where the sink was. The toilet was at the far end of the room away from the swinging door and the shower on the opposite side of the white painted bathroom from the sink. I closed the lid of the toilet to make a surface on which to put my clothes. I turned toward the mirror behind the sink and pulled my blouse up and over my head. I thought I detected a slight intake of breath from out in the exercise room but I couldn’t be sure. I quickly unhooked my bra and took it off. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my nipples beginning to become erect. They looked very pretty to me. They were light pink surrounded by slightly darker areolas. I didn’t know if my breasts had finished growing or not but I knew that I needed a 35C bra.

I finally realized that I was standing there mesmerized while admiring my breasts and if Mr. Jameson actually was watching he must be concluding that I was pretty strange. I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it. I tried to think of a good reason to turn full frontal toward the swinging doors so that Mr. Jameson could see how totally transparent my panties were but I couldn’t think of a single one so I simply pulled them down and stepped out of them. Now I did turn toward the door. I stepped to it and opened it a bit, knowing that this would expose at least half of my body to Mr. Jameson.

“Oh Mr. Jameson. I’m sorry but I forgot to bring my gym bag in here with me. Could you bring it to me, please?”

“Of course. Oh, I see it. It’s over by the door. Just a minute.”

I watched as Mr. Jameson walked over to the door to retrieve my gym bag. I wished that I could say that I had been clever enough to deliberately forget to bring it into the bathroom with me but the truth is I was so excited at the thought of getting undressed where I knew he could watch that I simply forgot it. Mr. Jameson brought the bag over, looking at me, though not my eyes, the whole time.

“Here you are.”

“Thanks, I’ll only be another minute or two.”

“Take your time, it’s early and I don’t have anything planned for this evening.”

His eyes seemed to be boring a hole in my pussy, which was rapidly becoming moist. As I closed the swinging door another thought hit me. What if I made a big wet spot on my leotard? Oh, how embarrassing that would be. But on the other hand, would that actually upset Mr. Jameson? With that happy thought I opened the gym bag and began to put on my leotard. Then I thought better of that and took out my sweat socks and tennis shoes. I walked over to the toilet, moved my clothes slightly aside and sat down. Then I leisurely put on one sock and then the other. As I put on each sock I put my leg up over my knee. I knew that Mr. Jameson, if he was looking, could see right into my pussy, the lips of which had now parted, as they always did when I became sexually excited.

Once I had my socks on I stood back up and put my leotard on. I turned around so that my back was to the swinging doors and so that Mr. Jameson could see that it was a thong and that all of my bottom was bare as the thong strap was very thin and had disappeared into the crevice between my cheeks. I picked up my tennis shoes, then turned back around, sat down and put them on. Now I was ready.

I walked out through the swinging doors and into the exercise room. Mr. Jameson smiled broadly.

“That’s a very pretty leotard, Cheryl, it really becomes you.”

“Thanks Mr. Jameson. This is the first time I have worn it. I hope it will be okay.”

“Oh, I’m sure it will. Why don’t we start with the treadmill? I always do ten minutes or so on the treadmill and then another ten minutes on the stationary bike or the rower before using the other equipment.”

“Okay. I’ve used a lot of treadmills but never one quite like this. It looks really nice.”

I walked past Mr. Jameson to the treadmill. I heard him gasp, then try to cover it up with a cough. I guess he hadn’t been watching me put my leotard on and hadn’t realized that it was a thong and that my entire bottom would be essentially naked. I tingled with excitement. Mr. Jameson followed me over to the treadmill and explained the various settings to me. There were a lot of different programs that could be selected and he explained what each was. There was also a manual setting which left the speed to the walker’s control. I started out with that and gradually increased the speed until I was jogging and finally running as hard as I could. I didn’t do a full ten minutes because I wanted to have time to try all the other equipment, but I learned how to use the machine.

By the time I got off the treadmill I had worked up quite a sweat. The moisture was seeping through the leotard and turning it dark around my breasts and my waist. I hoped my deodorant would prove strong enough as I knew I would just die if I began reeking of body odor. We went over to the stationary bike, which I said I preferred to the rower. It was the most complicated one I had ever seen. It had a large screen which changed with the selections that you made. As Mr. Jameson began to explain all the alternatives to him he placed his hand on the small of my back. After he had finished I climbed onto the bike. As I did so, I felt his hand slip down from the small of my back to my bare bottom. It lingered there for just a minute or two before sliding off. Now my pussy began adding a lot of its own moisture to the sweat that was already seeping through my leotard.

I spent several minutes on the bike, during which I became significantly sweatier. Now the whole top of the leotard had turned dark with sweat. The wetness against my nipples in the air conditioned room had made them turn into little rocks. I have always been thrilled that when erect they become almost an inch long, but now I was embarrassed that they were sticking out so far and that Mr. Jameson was staring straight at them.

He guided me over to another machine, managing to stay behind me with his hand on my back just above my ass as we walked.