Started by 'accident'.
When I was 16 I bought this very thin skimpy pink bikini. The first time I wore it to the beach I couldn't help but notice the attention I was getting wearing it from the males on the beach. The boys and men's eyes were all over me as I walked by them or when they walked by me. It was kind of exciting seeing this. I then started looking at there swim wear they were wearing. Some were in shorts, some in tight fitting swim suits and other in what I know as swim trunks.
Whatever they had on I soon noticed that many were showing just how aroused they were getting looking at me as I could see many had erections showing through what ever they were wearing. This got me excited that I was doing this to so many of them. So, it became a regular habit of mine to check them out also. I became quite an exhibitionist and loved it.
I then went and bought me another bikini that covered even less that the pink one. When I'd wear this one I'd often get lots of 'ahhhs' and 'ihhhs' as I walked by and saw even more of those rises in there trunks. I felt so nasty but at the same time so excited.
Well, one day my dad saw me as I was getting ready to head for the beach. He came down all over me telling me 'if only you knew what that does to men your dressing like that'. and my exhibitionist days ended real quick. I never did tell dad just how much I knew what that did to men and certainly not how much I enjoyed seeing it. Now I'm grown and don't have to worry about my dad even more so loving and enjoying what my body does to men and now knowing what that thing I use to love to see does to me! It's a very nice trade off.