How I Met Carla, Part 1

I met Carla in the Summer of 2009.

In those months exhibitionism had grown to become my biggest pasttime. I was creative in exposing myself in ways that appeared accidental, or appeared as if I was unaware. I guess it was how I expressed myself hoping to impress someone or find someone who appreciated seeing me.

I've been a nudist since I was a little girl. When I moved out of the house, I sought to be nude as often as possible, which meant staying at home a lot. And even if I spent time outdoors in remote places, I was still alone.

Exhibitionism is my way to enjoy nudity in public places. Except I don't walk around fully nude. I wear certain clothes that allow people to see through, or clothes that will "accidentally" expose myself when I move in certain ways, or when the breeze blows. I think there was a little voice in me that said if I did this I would eventually find a friend who liked what I did.

One of my favorite ways to expose myself is at this coffee shop in downtown San Diego. It has an outdoor patio with several small tables. Right next to the patio is a sidewalk where people pass by, and a wrought iron fence the separates the sidewalk from the patio.

I wear a sarong, exactly what is pictured here. It's black sheer material. I tie it similar to this, maybe just another inch towards the front, just to make it look more tantalizing.

Except I don't wear any panties.

I usually wear a short spaghetti top that still exposes my navel.

When I walk outside a breeze will catch the sarong and reveal glimpses of my smoothly shaved pussy. And even if it doesn't, the sheer material still exposes me. I gets LOTS of looks!

But when I'm seated at this coffee table, I like to lift my right leg up (where the sarong is longest) and rest my foot on the seat of the chair, such that my leg is pulled up to my chest. Then I lean back into the chair and hold up a book while I'm enjoying a coffee.

This exposes my pussy to anyone who's looking in that direction.

Behind my sunglasses I watch people walking down the sidewalk or walking across the patio to see if they notice. People DO notice. But no one has confronted me on it.

But that changed on this one day.

Carla had walked up to me and sat down in the other chair with at my table. She was originally seated at another table and was watching me. I had seen her, but wasn't really paying attention to her.

She complimented me on the way I could exhibit myself and look completely unaware that I was doing so. She even pointed out the few occasions I had reached down with my other hand to stimulate myself, which even I was unaware I had done! She was only amazed at how I could carry myself about in this manner, yet present myself as oblivious to the world.

I was scared of her at first. She had flat out called me on my little game. Yet, she wasn't angry or disgusted. She was praising me!

To her, it looked like fun and she wanted some pointers from me.

I was suspicious of her. I mean, whoever heard of someone walking up to a complete stranger and asking for pointers on how to expose your pussy in public?

But she was still reading my every move and response. I was looking for a way to get out of here, and she simply wouldn't give me the chance. She would cut in and ask about the book I was reading, ask me where I got my sarong, and then tell me about how she likes to show off a little bit too.

The fact is that I was tense, but I didn't want to look vulnerable. I tried to answer her questions and pretend I was comfortable. But Carla knew better and helped me along. Eventually, I settled down and she and I were able to have a friendly conversation.

The more we talked the more I became intrigued with her. Even though we were almost mirror opposites, we still had one thing in common, we loved to live on humble means. She rented a small studio apartment in downtown. She has a scooter to get around with, but most of the time she walks everywhere. She doesn't even have a cell phone or a television. She does part time jobs and earns just enough to pay her rent, her utilities, and some food, and that's it.

I actually own a house on an acre of land well out of town in the country, and I drive a car. But everything is paid for, and right now I live on a small income and it's enough to pay my bills, buy some food, and take a drive into the city for a cup of coffee.

She told me that she used to work as a clothes designer for some fashion companies in New York. But every place she worked for held back her talents. She had a lot of forward thinking ideas, but no one would listen. She grew tired of working on the same dresses and suits and decided to come back home to San Diego to start her own fashion design company. But as things turned out, she found life more fulfilling to just "be" and live a simpler life.

That resonated with me. I love living simply.

I kept on chatting with Carla.

(Continue to Part 2)