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While visiting family in Ohio, my husband, Neil, had been to a birthday party where he was exposed to Covid. Although we were not overly concerned, as we both are fully vaccinated, he had suggested that it would be best to isolate for a few days.While I was of course concerned and did not want Neil getting sick, I felt a total rush of excitement because that meant one thing: I would be getting a hotel room. Which in turn meant I had an unexpected chance to immerse myself in my secret life as an exhibitionist.Please understand that I do love my husband. Not in a passionate way any longer but in a way which is in some ways stronger and better, the type of comfortable love that is glowing embers of warmth and security. That being said, though, I crave with a burning and all-encompassing desire to show myself. This is my secret life, which in so many ways I prefer over the beauty of those warm embers of security.”Do you have any preference on hotels?” Neil asked.While I absolutely did, and was excited even thinking about my choice (as this is a venue I have been to before), I feigned indifference and contemplation before asking if the Courtyard Marriott near the Dayton Mall would be okay.”They have nice rooms, and there are plenty of things to do in the area, since I guess I will have to be there for a few days unfortunately.” That was a lie, though, as I knew I would likely never stray far from the hotel.As he was in the process of paying for my reservation, I was quickly packing my suitcase with a vengeance. While he was on the phone securing the details for my stay, a thought occurred to me.”Oh! Can you ask if they have any courtyard view rooms on the ground floor?” I asked.As he glanced at me with a puzzled look, I was thinking to myself, “Shit! I shouldn’t have asked that.” I quickly said, “It’s just easier to not carry my things up and such, and since I will be there for a few days, I don’t want to be looking at a parking lot.”He nodded in agreement, accepting my explanation. I was in a tizzy, realizing that I had covered the true reason I wanted that sort of room.I was glad that he did not watch me pack my suitcase. Not so much because I did not want him to see the items I was packing, which are innocent enough, but if he ever looked in my oversized travel suitcase he would see what is in there. What is in there are gallon-size ziplock baggies labeled with a sharpie, “Blue lingerie set”, “Black lingerie set”, pink, white, purple, red, etc. Others are labeled “Transparent tops” and “Transparent dresses” and “Sexy panties” and “Crotchless panties” – it just goes on and on. It’s just that it helps me keep things organized for the outfit I am in the mood to go with when I do get these chances.If he ever looked in my suitcase, he would not understand as I no longer wear such things for Neil anymore. I suppose if he ever did (which is unlikely) I would respond in a tone suggesting that I miss our intimacy, and I will never give up on being ready if you desire me again. It is possible that explanation would work I suppose. Though that is a situation Konyaaltı Escort I never want to have to be in.If he looked apprehensive and questioning, I would just break down in tears and get very emotional, and retreat into a truth, that truth being that I do miss the days when I felt I was not invisible to him. That is most definitely very true. My secret life never started until it was obvious that I had become invisible to the man I love the most.Anyway, after what seemed like an eternity to me, but in truth was under half an hour, I was packed and ready to go. There was an awkward moment when I was leaving, because I wanted to give my husband a hug and a kiss. I guess mostly because it makes me feel less guilty about things I hope will be happening. But because of the situation with potential covid exposure, instead, I just said, “I love you and hope you test negative.” That was true.I started walking away with my suitcase but turned around and said, “I’m going to miss you.” But that was a lie. It was time for my husband’s wife, me, Jane, the exhibitionist, to try to reign free again and take full advantage of this very unexpected chain of events.”I love you too,” was Neil’s retort as he chuckled a little bit, adding as he nodded at my suitcase and said, “I’ll never understand why you pack a huge suitcase for just a few days.”I was thinking, If you only knew, and heaven forbid you ever do know, yet the words that escaped my lips were simply, “Because I’m a woman.”I don’t think I can explain enough how I was feeling as I got in the car and underway. But I will try. All of this helps explain my desperate need of fulfillment. It was only twenty-eight minutes to the hotel, so said the GPS. But I needed to be there yesterday, not twenty-eight minutes from now. At the first red light I came to, I issued a slur of words I just do not usually use. I kept thinking as well red light green, red light green, and some other choice words. When I got on the interstate this continued, I was mentally cussing at traffic that was moving too slowly, even though they really were not. The anticipation was building with every mile closer I was getting to the hotel. I was trying to calm myself, reminding myself that I am always this way, likely things won’t work out as expected anyway so just calm down. But that rational part of me lost the battle, because there are times when things DO go well when I do this. This is a struggle I have every single time I do my routine (yes I have a routine which will be explained in vivid detail before I start showing myself, it’s really much more of a RITUAL rather than a routine).Finally, I got to the hotel which only took thirty -two minutes and of course, I was cussing about the extra four minutes. When I was checking in, my heart sank because they advised they could not accommodate the request for a ground floor room courtyard view, they were fairly well booked as there was a soccer tournament in the area.Talk about being instantly deflated that’s how I felt. I figured oh well, I’ll try to make the Escort Konyaaltı best of it yet my hopes were evaporating of course. I did ask if they at least had a balcony room then.”Yes, I am showing a balcony room as available, although it is not courtyard view.”I said okay and figured I had missed a wonderful opportunity to do what I need to do for myself, but sometimes, well, most times really, that’s how things go. I took the room.The room I got was a balcony room, and was parking lot view yet there was a Motel 6 on that side that overlooked my room. I was on the second floor. I thought well maybe this will work but I doubted it. I got my suitcase in the room, and had brought a bottle of wine too. That’s part of my ritual. It’s just that I can pretend I’m sexy and desired if I have a wine glass in my hand, and tipsy, except this time it was paper cups, not wine glasses.Anyway, I wasn’t expecting much but went about my ritual to get ready regardless.My ritual is as follows: the very first thing I do is put the do not disturb sign on the door. Please let me explain why this is so very important to me. That “Do Not Disturb” sign helps protect me. It helps protect me from myself. In person, I am shy, very soft-spoken, insecure and, unfortunately, submissive. I say unfortunately because this has, over the years, got me into some situations which will be a story for another day. For now, let it suffice to say that I have not exactly been a perfect and ideal wife. I wish I could say that I have been faithful to my hubby, but that would be a lie. I simply lack the ability to say “no” so everything is always consensual. So you see, that do not disturb sign adds a layer of protection for me that I desperately need.Then I shower. Even though I have always already showered, this is important to me as part of my ritual because I am washing away my regular life in favor of my secret life.Another very important part of the shower is shaving. Not my legs, my vagina. My legs are always shaved but I only shave my vagina in a landing strip shape when I might be able to have a chance at being what I am. I don’t ever shave there except for times that I have a chance to show myself, I want to make sure I am presentable if I have the fortune of being seen.I used to have a full bush, but I wanted a landing strip for myself. I had considered shaving totally clear, yet realized that some pubic hair does make me more visible so a landing strip is what I do and it suits me well. The first time my husband noticed he thought I had trimmed my bush for him. I’m surprised he even noticed and he didn’t seem interested after my creation of my landing strip regardless. I just smiled. I didn’t want to tell him it’s not for you. It is for me. And men that I want to see me. And sometimes, women. There is a totally different erotic I feel when I get to show to other women. It is softer, more beautiful really. Although I have only had one experience with a woman, that to is a story for another day. As I am a submissive exhibitionist, I tend to focus on men Konyaaltı Escort Bayan who are more apt to want to see things.So this is my ritual.I showered, and shaved, and even my ritual takes to long though it’s really very fast but never fast enough it’s just something I have to go through is all. For myself. And for any voyeurs because I need to be photogenic in case anyone ever does take a picture or video. This is something else that I want to happen, I want to find myself posted on the internet, it’s hard to explain why I want this yet erotic desires don’t have to have a rational reason, they just simply exist.This is more than a want, it’s a craving that I need to experience for myself. I need this. I need to live it. I need to breathe it. I just simply need this. Exactly as my profile says, I will not rest well without my unfulfilled fantasy.My outfit of choice for this time was my tiger striped club dress, black see through bra and see through black panties. And black four inch stiletto heels (the same outfit as my cover photo for my story).I felt sexy when I opened the drapes with gusto. And opened the balcony sliding door. Full of anticipation and hope.I stepped onto the balcony, and had a cigarette watching the traffic at the Motel 6 across the way which was quite busy. I decided to just watch things standing there in my form-fitting club dress. And had another cigarette. And then yet another. And I poured myself some wine. I was enjoying the afternoon which by now had transitioned to early evening. I was feeling very happy and content.Then, the gentleman appeared. I’m guessing he was in his late fifties, and he was staying at the Motel 6. I saw him before he saw me. Remember, a true exhibitionist will be forever scanning the environment to see if we are being watched. It’s a desperate need really, a craving that knows no end, that is more satisfying than even sex itself if you are more than a casual exhibitionist which I am most definitely.I didn’t figure he would see me. He was outside his hotel also smoking and that seemed like it was too far away from where he was to see me in my little dress. He was sitting down on the curb. But I kept my eye on him hopefully waiting. Hoping he would notice me. Getting ever so much frustrated, just willing him to glance my way.Then he stood up and I figured oh well he’s going back inside to his room, feeling again unhappy with my room assignment.But instead of going back to his room, he started ambling across the parking lot. He was starting to walk towards me, and I was all in flutters thinking oh please, please please keep coming this way.Which he did. I started getting wet, and my nipples were hard. To distract myself, I took my heels off so I was barefoot. I pretended to be playing around with my phone. He walked over to Courtyard property not where he was staying at Motel 6. He walked towards my balcony. I pretended not to notice but he was looking in my direction at my second-floor room, at my balcony. At me. He was looking at me in my dress. He was looking at ME.I realized that I am not invisible now. I am being watched, and it is showtime.As he walked by my balcony, I casually stretched and stood up on my tip toes. I slowly turned around to open the sliding glass door, and slowly walked back into my room, leaving both the sliding glass door and the screen open.
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