Since I started my flashing career at nineteen I’ve always fantasized about flashing a large crowd of people. Thankfully, sometimes fantasies are realized.
It is just after 10:00PM.
After an exhausting seven hour trip, I’ve finally made it to my fourth-floor room. I’m really pissed off that I had to undertake this emergency business trip. Especially since it is to a city that I’ve never visited before.
As an avid flasher, I normally research the hotel where I am going to stay to make sure that it is amenable to my hobby. This time though, with less than a days notice, I didn’t have the time.
My first meeting is at 8:00 tomorrow morning, so I had to come into the city today. From the research I did while I was waiting in the departure lounge, the only thing I was able to figure out is that my hotel is an older building and across the street from the Stewart Building of a downtown university campus.
After unpacking my suitcase, I turn off the lights and slowly open the curtains. While I’m pleased to see a floor-to-ceiling window, I didn’t expect to see anything but a dark high-rise across the street.
I’m pleasantly surprised to see that most windows in the building have lights on, though most have their blinds closed. I’m very intrigued to see, that in the windows that don’t have closed blinds, young men and women are sitting at desks that face the windows.
‘Oh! The Stewart Building must be a campus dorm. This could be interesting.’
Realizing an opportunity when I see it, I start to get ready.
Working in the dark, I position the room’s floor lamp beside the window so its light will shine on me when I stand there. I then strip off my clothes and put on a sleep shirt so my exposure will seem accidental.
When everything is ready, I stand by the window with one hand on the light switch and the other holding my tablet.
Scanning the windows, I wait for someone to look up from the work they’re doing at their desk.
Finally, after what seems like an interminable amount of time, I see a woman look up from her desk.
I flick the switch. Brightly illuminated, I’m standing there exposed. Pretending to be texting on my tablet, I wait to see if she notices me.
‘Damn! She didn’t see me,’ I think as I watch her look back down at her desk.
I was about to turn off the light when I saw the woman in the room next to my first target, staring at me with her mouth wide open.
‘She has seen me,’ I think excitedly.
I stay where I am continuing to pretend to be texting.
Watching her surreptitiously, I notice that she keeps watching.
‘Great! She’s intrigued and wants to keep looking.’
After a moment, I see her pick up her phone and begin to tap it.
As she looks back at me, I see the original woman, after she picks up her phone, look up. Her mouth opens wide too as she sees me.
They both continue to watch me intently for a moment before they both start tapping their phones.
‘Oh my. This could get really interesting.’
I glance at other windows and see blinds slide open and faces look out. There had to be people in almost fifteen windows looking at me, and the number of windows was growing.
Then, I see other men and women joining my two original flashes at their windows. The same began to happen at other windows too.
‘My God! This is quite the crowd.’
My heart is pounding. I almost feel my blood coursing through my veins. I try to do a quick count.
‘Three.’
‘Seven.’
‘Twelve.’
‘Eighteen.’
‘Twenty-two.’
‘Twenty-five.’
‘Twenty-six.’
‘Thirty.’
‘Thirty-six.’
‘Forty-one.’
‘Forty-three.’
‘Forty-seven.’
‘Damn. Were there four or five people there?’
‘Shit. Which was the last window I counted?’
‘Wow! Two more people have joined my original woman.’
The excitement of the size of the crowd that is looking at me has, unfortunately, a side effect.
My breathing has grown shallow and rapid.
My face is flushing.
Worse, my cock is beginning to thicken.
‘Oh shit! If I get hard, they’ll know that I am doing this on purpose. They’ll know that what they’re seeing is not an accidental sighting.’
I have had this happen during previous flashes, so I know that I can't stop it.
Embracing what I know is inevitable, I begin to touch myself.
With the excitement of the crowd size, as well as my touching, the inescapable happens, and my audience is soon looking at me with a rock-hard erection.
As I stand there pretending to text, I flex my groin muscles so that my erection seems to pulse. I also move my feet back and forth a little so that my audience gets a little bit of a profile view.
Stealing a glance at them, I see that they are reacting like previous audiences have. They’re pointing, laughing, backslapping, and making up-and-down hand motions. They seem like they are totally into my show.
Do I continue or leave it alone?
With my frustration over having to make this trip, the size of my audience, and the state of my body, I think, ‘What the hell! In for a penny, in for a pound.’
After pretending to fiddle with my tablet, I point it at my erection.
I smile and start to talk at it so that my audience thinks that I am sexting.
After making a couple of waving hand gestures, I turn sideways to the window and place my tablet on the floor in front of me.
Cupping my balls with my left hand, I slowly begin to move my right hand up and down my shaft.
Glancing at my audience, I see that their excited animation has subsided and that they are watching me intently.
I continue my slow stroking and feel that special tingle building.
As my hips begin to rock in time with the movement of my hand, I wrap my left hand around it too.
The sensation I love starts to grow from my core as I increase the tempo of my strokes.
Soon the bucking of my hips mirrors the movement of my hands. The hand-fucking sensation is so wonderful that I almost forget where I am.
Then, at the peak of a thrust, my body’s muscles contract and I ejaculate. A second, third, and fourth time, my hips thrust forward, and I spurt.
Trembling, I fall back against the wall, almost inert. My exertions have left me totally spent.
Through slitted eyes, I look out at my audience. They are talking excitedly to those that they are with. Some are emulating the bucking of my hips. A few have their phones pointed at me.
‘I guess they liked the show,’ I think contentedly.
After resting for several moments, I push away from the wall and pick up my tablet. After pretending to say something to my sexting partner, I turn off the light.
Again, in the dark, I look out at my audience.
I see that they’re continuing to talk excitedly about what they have just seen. A few are looking over the shoulders of others, watching what they have recorded on their phones.
‘Well,’ I think as I sighed, ‘at least one good memory will come out of this business trip.’
Then with a smile, I also think, ‘and I finally fulfilled my fantasy of flashing to a really large crowd.’
‘I wonder what tomorrow evening will bring?’
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