So I’m guessing exhibitionism is tricky to write about because, well, nothing happens except that someone’s watching, kind of… so anyway, this is me trying :)
Over dinner, in a restaurant, while they were eating, Will said, “Take off your undies.”
Izzy looked at him for a moment. “Um, what?” she said, then, “No way.”
She kept looking at him.
“You said we could try things,” he said.
“I know, but… this a nice restaurant.”
“I know. It has a long tablecloth.”
“So no-one can see your legs. You could be doing anything underneath the table.”
Izzy glanced down, and realized he was right. The way she was sitting, the tablecloth was touching her dress. She was actually quite well hidden.
She was tipsy too.
He grinned. “Please?”
She could feel herself wanting to give in. “I don’t know,” she said.
“You will in the end,” he said. “If I beg. If make sad eyes at you, you will in the end….”
“So you might as well just do it now.”
Izzy glared at him for a moment, because it was true, then put down her fork. She reached down, and fidgeted around, lifting one leg then the other. She got her undies down to her knees without being obvious, then kicked off one shoe and used her foot to do the rest. She glanced around, making sure no-one was looking, then reached down, as if getting something from her bag, and bundled her undies up into her hand.
“Okay,” she said. “They’re off.”
“Give them here.”
She hesitated, then reached out under the table. He didn’t try to take them. He seemed to be just sitting there, waiting, like he hadn’t realized what she was doing.
“Underneath,” she whispered.
“No,” he said. “Up here.” He held out his hand, on top the table, so what he meant was clear.
She looked at him, then did it. Her undies were small enough she could hide them in her hand, so he should be able to as well. She passed them over, carefully being discreet, and he took them, then put them down right next to his plate. A red, tiny, lacy, unmistakable bundle on the plain white tablecloth.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “Will.”
He looked at her, and grinned, and kept eating. She squeezed her knees together, suddenly nervous. She watched him with a dry mouth, and didn’t know what to say.
“Put them away,” she said, but he just smirked at her.
“Please?” she said.
He shook his head.
The waiter came to clear the plates and noticed Izzy’s undies. He stopped for a second, and stared. Will just sat there, pretending to be all innocent. Izzy sat in silence, too, but blushing, as the waiter picked things up. Her legs were crossed, and her arms folded over her chest.
She felt completely embarrassed.
Will looked at Izzy, then picked up her undies and put them on a plate and said, “You may as well take those too.”
Izzy almost ran out, right then. She glared at Will. She was mortified, almost. She didn’t see the waiter’s reaction, but she could guess what it would be. She could guess, and worse, she had a horrible feeling he’d take her undies home and wank with them tonight, rubbing himself with her clothes while thinking about her naked under the table, or something. She tried to tell herself she was being arrogant, that he probably wouldn’t do any such thing, but she didn’t really believe herself. Part of her knew the waiter would. Part of her knew, and part of her was excited by it.
Will was grinning when she looked up.
“You’re an asshole,” she said.
“Dessert?” he said.
She looked at him for a moment. “Yeah, why not.”
The waiter kept hanging around after that, standing over her, trying to see down her top, she thought. And looking at her like he was tempted to drop something beside her foot and kneel down to get it. She wasn’t sure what to do, so she just ignored him, and hoped he wouldn’t try.
She couldn’t quite believe what a difference a little piece of see-through cloth made to everyone, including herself.
“We need to go,” she whispered, when the waiter was somewhere else for a moment. “This is getting weird.
Will just grinned.
“I mean it,” she said. “I’ll walk out on my own if we don’t both go now.”
Will shrugged, and got up, and went off to pay. Izzy waited outside, on her own, while he did.
“Thanks for that,” she said to Will, once he had followed her out.
He just grinned.
“You’re an asshole,” she said.
“We got better service.”
“Oh fuck off.”
She was angry, but turned on too, and wanted something more. They had sex in an alleyway for the first time in ages, so the night wasn’t all bad, she supposed.
“Yes to new things,” she said, as they walked back to the car. “Yes to showing off like that maybe. But no more restaurants, and don’t give my good undies away.”
Will kissed her, and said sorry, and they had sex again when they got home.
The next weekend they went to a party. It was some friend of a friend of Will’s, who he barely knew and Izzy didn’t know at all. She thought about that as she was getting ready, and wore a very short skirt, and very high heels, so she had to sit quite carefully whenever she did.
After an hour at the party, after a few drinks, Will leaned over and said, in her ear, “Every time you sit back your undies show.”
“I know,” she said. “Dickhead. That’s why I’m sitting like this.”
He took her arm, and pulled her backwards slowly. She resisted for a moment, resisted long enough he was making her do it, and then let it happen. So that it was his idea, not hers. She sprawled back, with ten guys in the room, some of them looking her way, and some not. Ten guys maybe looking up her skirt, looking at her underwear, thinking about her.
After a while, Will kissed her, and tried to grope her. She pushed his hand away, but kept leaning backwards.
Later he whispered, “Take off your undies.”
“Nope,” she said, not even looking at him. “Not a chance.”
“In this skirt, no way.”
“Please?” he said. “For me?”
She thought about that. She thought about the restaurant. And how they’d barely done any other new things but this.
“This turns you on?” she said, a little surprised. “Like, showing me off to other people?”
“Oh,” she said, and thought a moment more. “Well, I guess I can, then,” she said.
The room was fairly dark, she thought, so probably no-one would notice. You couldn’t really tell, up a skirt, if someone had undies or not.
So she hoped.
She did it quickly, trying to be discreet. Just leaned right forward, and took them off, and tucked them into her bra.
Will seemed surprised she’d done that.
“What?” she said. “That’s an old trick. If you just hold them, you’ll drop them halfway through and lose them.”
“Halfway through what?”
“Whatever you need your undies off for, dickhead.”
He grinned. “Sit back,” he said.
“Please?” he whispered, and sounded so desperate and horny and needing her, that she did.
Uncertainly, at first, but she leaned backwards. The skirt slid up. Her pussy was bare, just a little bit, but bare, to a roomful of people. She felt nervous. She felt excited. She felt almost unbearably turned on. Surprisingly so, being asked by her boyfriend to flash a roomful of people. She was wet, so wet she was probably being rude to the owner of the couch with only a skirt this short on.
She didn’t know what to think of herself. She didn’t know what to think of Will, either. Will was watching her. Just watching her, like she was some kind of fantasy or dream.
She didn’t move. She stayed as she was. Across the room one guy nudged another, and they both looked her way. She decided not to notice that.
After a while Will leaned over, and kissed her neck, and started trying to touch her.
“No,” she said. “Just no, you can’t. Not here.”
“Please?” he said. “You have no idea how hot you are right now.”
“No way,” she said. “Not with this many people watching. But you can fuck me somewhere else, right now, if you want.”
He grinned, and stood up, and they went and found a bathroom, and it was quick and intense and good. Then they had a small fight, because Will wanted her to leave her undies off, and she refused, in case she dripped. They had a small fight, but both calmed down, and then had sex again twice when they got home.