Carla The Showoff
Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, School,

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Tony tells us what it was like living the exhibitionist lifestyle with Carla.

This happened in the 1980s in Texas. Although it isn't necessary to read FLIRTING WITH EXHIBITIONISM AND INCEST to understand CARLA THE SHOWOFF, you should know that this text focuses on my girlfriend's discovery of her desire to show off. Those of you who read FLIRTING... will recall that Carla was exposed to the kink of exhibitionism from my own displays in front of my mother when I was still living at home. The more I did it, the more Carla became part of the fun and the more she seemed hungry to participate. This is partially what prompted the two of us to move into a place of our own during the spring of one of our college semesters.

Together, Carla and I found a townhouse in the city and decided to take the plunge and move in together. We'd been dating for a good eight months. Unquestionably, there was massive sexual chemistry between us. But we continued to date and get to know one another before rushing foolishly into a living situation that may have killed our close physical bond. In time, we discovered that we had much in common and we decided to go ahead and get a place together.

Still, the move-in worried me, not because I feared that I wouldn't be able to get along with Carla, but that we wouldn't be able to afford the place. After all, I was working only part-time, as a convenience store clerk and concentrating heavily on school. Thankfully, Carla used her calming charm on me. She assured me that she would get a part-time job at the college or someplace else, to help out.

From the start, it was very clear to me that Carla was going to absolutely love the freedom of the new place. Why? Well, what was the first thing she did after the last moving box was piled haphazardly atop a stack of similar bulk and the last lamp was left leaning against the upside down end table and the last of our weary friends shuffled out the door and we closed it behind him? Carla pulled her tight halter off and kicked her pants down. She hardly ever wore underwear and she was already running around barefoot, so that left her completely naked. She then threw herself on the rug and spread her legs and arms wide. I watched her light skinned body writhing on the carpet. Carla was a voluptuous five feet seven, with beautiful, natural, thirty-six-inch breasts. If she carried just a little too much on her buttocks, it only accentuated her sexuality to me. Lying on the rug, her slightly longer than shoulder-length red hair fanned around her face and made her look especially wanton and devilish.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Making rug angels," she said, fanning her legs and arms.

Then she raised her arms and looked invitingly up at me and smiled. I was on her in an instant. Carla helped me pull my own shorts down, spit in her hand and worked palm and fingers over my member. She had me hard and ready in seconds and then I was sliding into her wetness and she was very turned on and I slammed into her with great force and it didn't take her long to be bucking and riding the waves of a powerful cum beneath me. Then she got up on all fours and I drilled her from behind, slamming into her ass, her generous buttocks making slapping sounds with each collision of my groin. I felt myself growing close. Carla turned her head and laughed and winked at me, then slid away from my hard-on, turned around and placed her hands behind her back, kneeling before me.

"Wash my face with it, baby," she rasped.

And I did, cum slapping her forehead, jetting onto the tip of her nose, slashing across her left eye and pumping and trailing into her mouth. Carla swallowed every drop, then used her fingers to rub the splashes all over her face. After, she licked each of her fingers greedily and flashed me her guaranteed to make you melt smile.

"Well, that's one way to christen a new place, right?" I said.

She nodded, collapsing on the rug, spent.

A moment later, I walked to the kitchen and returned with wine bottle and goblets in hand.

"And here's another."

Carla grabbed the wine bottle from me and took a long swig of the White Zin.

"Fuck the glasses, baby." She guzzled again and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.


She took another long swig and then passed the bottle to me. I drank deeply and we curled up on the rug for a while until Carla went to get our cigarettes. She smoked before we moved in together, but her cigarette and liquor intake increased dramatically once we moved into the new place. I smoked about a half pack a day then. Carla, too, initially, but she quickly raised her nicotine habit to a pack a day, sometimes a little more. I tried to get her to cut back sometimes, but she told me not to worry about it. To be honest, I don't think I've ever had a cigarette smoking fetish, but Carla's attitude toward smoking and her cigarette intake certainly made me enjoy watching a woman smoke.

"They feed my oral fetish, baby," she would say and giggle between drags.

"Besides, they're kind of cute. They're like little penises," she used to say.

"Imagine? Kissing one this little?" She licked the tip of the filter, winked at me and laughed throatily. (Ironically, within the first month or so of moving in, I quit smoking altogether, even as Carla raised her nicotine intake.)

We considered going out for some fast-food that first night, but we were both exhausted and Carla confessed that she didn't want to put any clothes on (and for the next two whole days, she didn't).

Then, lying there on the carpet, Carla took a long drag from her cigarette, crushed the butt in an ashtray and I watched a lusty smile blossom across her face.

"Uh-oh," I said.

She laughed. "Uh-oh is right! I have an idea."

"And I want to hear it."

It wasn't the most original thought in the world. It has certainly been done before. Maybe you've done it. If you like stories of exposure, you've certainly read about it. But we were finally unleashed, on our own and able to do as we wished in our own place. Therefore, we found Carla's plan quite exciting.

"Let's call for a pizza and I'll show myself off," she said.

I felt a surge rush through me, "Really? How much will you show the delivery guy when he gets here?"

She looked at me for a long moment then said softly, "As much as you want me to."

I phoned for the pizza. Unlike other scenarios I've read about since then, where the woman answers the door in a towel and lets it drop and such, Carla wanted full exposure from the get-go. I thought she would chicken out when the moment of moments arrived.

The doorbell rang.

"I'm so fucking nervous," she said, gripping my hands.

"Well, remember, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

She nodded. "I want to do this."

"You're sure?"

She nodded.

The doorbell rang again.

"Answer it, baby."

I did. The pizza guy stood holding a red box. He was a scrawny kid of maybe sixteen or seventeen, with thick glasses. I asked for the price and he gave it to me and handed over the pizza. Then his eyes went saucer-round behind his specs as he glanced over my shoulder. I half-turned, There was Carla, lying stark naked on the couch, one knee raised, the other leg resting on it, her pretty foot swinging away.

I knew what he was looking at, so I took my time retrieving the cash from my wallet. Finally, the transaction was over and there was nothing left to do but end the moment. The guy tried hard to thank me for the tip, but nothing came out of his mouth except a weird dry clicking sound. Then I shut the door, turned around and saw Carla on complete display, her bald pussy lips literally coated with a sheen.

We burst into laughter shortly afterward and then Carla ran over and kissed me deeply. The pizza was forgotten for several very long minutes that turned into a little over a quarter of an hour.

"How was it," I asked.

"The screwing or the showing off?" she replied and that made us laugh again.


"Well," she said softly, "honestly, the screw was as good as ever, but the free show was fantastic! I can't believe the high I felt from doing it."

I nodded. "Welcome to the wonderful world of exhibitionism. I thought you'd like it."

"Wrong. I love it. Yes, already. We're going to do more of that, Tony, a lot more."

And we did.

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