I am a real US Airline stewardess but you wouldn’t know from your flight with me that I am an addicted exhibitionist.

Simply put, I enjoy masturbating for men while they watch. It has become my favorite way of sexually expressing and satisfying myself – my real life fantasy acted out.

As an exhibitionist, I take advantage of my travels to find men willing to indulge me, whether it’s for a pilot or a male flight attendant on my crew, someone I may know on the hotel staff or even as wild as a group of men if I can arrange it.

I think men like the idea of a ‘stewardess’ getting naked so my outfit of choice is my actual flight attendant uniform. I feel sexy just wearing it on the airplane attracting men’s extended glances with an extra blouse buttons undone, but so much more so when I’m stripping from it for complete strangers. Plus I already have it with me on my layovers so I don’t have to think of something else to pack.

I usually act out my fantasy at my layover hotel. I say ‘usually’ because, in Amsterdam, my favorite layover city because of its liberal attitudes on sex, I have a helpful friend that makes special arrangements for me outside my hotel, the most daring being working a ‘picture window’ in the De Wallen section of the Red Light District on Saturday nights which works well for me because I can only hold the trip on weekends anyway.

This particular shop owner is more than willing to host me because he says the regular girls are not very motivated to work an hour long shift on public display but which, for me, is the most exhilarating exhibitionist act I can think of and he says he gets more walk-ins when I’m in the window, the kind of compliment the exhibitionist in me seems to crave.

I enter the small room with the big picture window wearing lingerie and a feathery Mardi Gras Style mask which hides my face and allows me to anonymously act out my exhibitionist fantasy of stripping and masturbating for strangers which, in this case, are mostly male British tourists over for the weekend.

It’s an hour of bliss for me as men stop and watch me from the other side of the glass as I dance in a sexy Latina style with my hands holding my hair above my head and strip to nude leaving only my heels. The shop owner tells me that visitors compliment him on his particular selection of Saturday night girls plus I smile a lot which makes me somewhat unique compared to other mostly bored sex shop girls. He says my tan lines stand out and highlight my dark landing strip which I think looks good in the glow of the red lighting – tan lines being something you rarely see on the picture window girls.

He says visiting men are disappointed when he tells them I only work the window – meaning I’m not actually a working girl although, I have to say, he has tried hard to convince me.

“You’re already here on a layover and I’m offering you a great way to spend it.”

” Men would pay a lot to be with you.”

Then he quotes a tempting amount of money for not a lot of work. The part that both scares and excites me is that just the suggestion of being a prostitute for a night activates that part of my fantasy mind that all to easily crosses the line but so far I haven’t. I do admit that when I’m masturbating in the picture window I fantasize about what it would be like having sex with multiple strangers on my one night in Amsterdam.

So after dancing and posing nude for the tourist passerby, I keep their attention by sitting in a chair that I pull up to the window and watch men’s eyes lustfully gaze between my legs as I part them. I love the reaction I get when I continue by hooking my legs over the armrests of the chair showing my pussy to them for the first time. It’s all smiles for me.

If men haven’t taken any photos they probably start now. It’s funny seeing them shaking their heads yes or giving thumbs up signs when I pinch my labia between fingers and teasingly pull them straight out but keep them together. They get their cameras ready in anticipation. I try not to disappoint.

Eventually, I’m ready to complete my exhibitionist hour by fingering to orgasm either in the chair or in a chaise lounge that occupies a wall in the tiny room although my last time there, I finished myself off while standing near the window while looking in to the eyes of the men on the other side of the glass as I climaxed which was extremely erotic for me and something I think they also enjoyed. The hard part about that was keeping my eyes open during a very intense orgasm as well as not allowing my knees to buckle.

Standing, sitting or reclining, I climax easily thinking of the men that desire me or that will later get off to watching the video they are taking of me masturbating.

So, really, in any city but Amsterdam, it’s most likely that I will meet a man or maybe even a group of men sitting at the bar or a table, say, in the hotel lobby bar. When the conversation allows, I reveal my fantasy of having men watch me strip nude from my uniform but I don’t say anything about masturbating. I want it to be an erotic and welcome surprise.

In the arranged hotel room, I ask my guest or guests to leave a corner of the bed available for me after I strip which is where I hope to both surprise and impress. Plus when I just mention that I’ll need the bed, it further peaks their interest.

So after my flight attendant strip tease to nude, I do what men have told me they like which is dance naked for them. I love to dance. It’s a way I express my sexuality as well as by the intimate interaction I will have with my body afterwards.

So I lie back on the bed corner, my breathing quickened from the dancing, and rest my arms above my head and close my eyes to let my fantasy mind catch up and soak in the fact that I am living a fantasy in real time. Then I nonchalantly place my legs on either side of the bed corner to give a more detailed view of what has so far been only my tan lined landing strip. The transition reveals my clit peaking out, my labia wings starting to flare and the opening of my vagina.

While I’m relaxing with my legs parted, I might enjoy an erotic conversation while my nude body is being studied, the exhibitionist in me getting off to sharing my nude body for total strangers. If I sense they want to see more, I indulge them and straighten and raise my off my legs off the bed and let gravity spread them apart. Then I use my fingers to unhood my rather prominent clit, which men often comment on, and pinch and pull my labia apart. This is a nastier side of me that I think surprises men but that I also think they either secretly or openly desire. But the best part for me as an exhibitionist is what follows.

Depending on how I think my audience wants me to masturbate, I’ll go from keeping my legs provocatively raised and spread maybe placing them in the hands of a couple men willing to hold them for me to sensually pleasuring myself lying in the middle of the bed resting my head on someone’s lap. The personal interaction makes the experience with total strangers paradoxically intimate and I think men like being a little involved.

I use just the extended middle finger of my right hand to masturbate while forming a ‘V’ with my left hand using it to unhood my clit and keep my labia spread in order to give my guests an unobstructed view of my pussy as it builds towards climax.

Although it’s difficult to stop masturbating, I occasionally pause my fingering because, for one, the longer build up gives me a more intense and pleasurable orgasm but also to show my increasingly excited clit and contracting pussy.

To make my masturbation show more complete, I tuck my arms in close to my boobs which presses them together and makes them jiggle in rhythm to my fingering. I want my guest to remember me well after I have shared a wonderful exhibitionist orgasm and returned, blissfully satisfied, to my room.

So keep an eye out for me when you ‘Fly The Friendly Skies’. Who knows what a suggestive wink will get you – a strip and masturbation show from a real flight attendant?