Stage fright

I’m sharing a bottle of wine with a friend. As we get slightly tipsy, the conversation turns to sexual fantasies. I confess that I’ve had an exhibitionist fantasy for ages but never dared to make it come to life. I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to strip in front of a group of strangers. As we get into detail about this fantasy, I realise that I may have said too much, as the look on my friend’s face becomes increasingly mischievous. “Let’s make it happen”, she whispers. I’m dumbfounded. “I know some people who would love to see that”, she continues. Before I have time to protest, my friend starts formulating a plan: an event here in this living room, a group of about a dozen people, eager to watch me take my first steps into this world and me at the centre of it. My mind racing, I can’t believe the word that comes out of my mouth: “Ok.”

-My friend springs into action-

A few days later, the evening has arrived. My heart is pumping as I find myself in the middle of my friend’s living room, facing the twelve people sitting in front of me in semi-darkness. My friend announces what is about to happen. Now there is no turning back. The music starts, a sensual jazz tune. A light turns on, illuminating me and I start to move to the music. Slowly, my clothes fall, until I’m wearing nothing but my briefs. Slowly I get used to the situation and more daring. I start touching myself, at first through my underwear, then I reach below it. Meanwhile I maintain eye-contact with my audience. Growing bolder, I decide to engage them and take a step closer. A hand reaches out towards me, touches me lightly. I flinch at the first touch, but then decide to allow it. I step in front of the hand’s owner, a middle-aged woman, encouraging her to explore further. Her hands are all over me, finally finding their way between my legs. I take a step back. Slowly, I remove the last piece of clothing. I feel naked, exposed and vulnerable. I love it. I reengage the woman. She explores me further. As I sit down on her lap, I feel more hands on me, they belong to the man next to us. This new stimulus sends shivers down my spine, and I welcome it. My hand reaches between his legs and I start rubbing him. The situation continues to escalate. I take the woman’s hand and lead her to the centre of the room, where I slowly take her clothes of as well. We start having sex in front of our audience. As soon as we finish, I feel the man approaching from behind. I feel him against me, already naked. I open myself up, allowing him to take me. As the encounter ends, I remain motionless for a few seconds, feeling the afterglow of the whole experience. My friend starts clapping, with the audience following suit. As the lights turn on, I fully see all the audience’s faces for the first time. We engage in conversation about everything that just happened.